Disclaimer: I don't own 90210

Pairing: Liam and Annie

Rating: Strong T

Warnings: mildfrisky innuendo

A/N: Oh the reviews… Thank you. You're all amazing. And adding me to your favourites and alerts, you're making me blush. Thank you again, and on with the story…

Interlude 2

"Oh come on Court it will be fun," Annie coaxed, as she shuffled through his music collection looking for another CD she could borrow that she didn't already have. Why he didn't want to go to the end of summer beach party was beyond her. Sure she hadn't been to one of these things yet, but it promised to be fun for all.

Finally he opened the bathroom door and stepped out, "can't I guy take a shower in peace?" he asked, leaning on the doorframe watching her trying to swipe another one of his CDs.

"At least…" she began, but trailed off slightly at the sight of him shirtless. Sometimes she really wondered if the guy had an allergy to shirts when in his room. Every damn time she was over, his shirts would just magically disappear. Not that she was complaining about the view, because Liam was a very toned guy, but it still managed to distract her, especially when droplets of water hang adamantly on his shoulders like they were now. She could be only thankful that he chose to wear jeans rather than come out in a towel. Thank god!

He smirked, at the effect he still had on her. Throughout the summer, she'd seen him countless of times without a shirt, yet she went all speechless and tongue tied every time. Was it wrong for him to utilize the knowledge of that fact against her to win an argument? "At least what?"

"Tell me why the parties a no go?" she asked, once she'd turned away from the view. Was it suspicious of her to think he sometimes did it on purpose to derail her thought process? A smiled lighting her face at finding a CD she didn't have.

No way was he letting her swipe his Cheap Trick CD. "I don't like parties," he answered simply, prying the CD out of her hands before she had a chance to place it in her bag.

"How can you not like parties?" she questioned turning around, willing herself not to be distracted by his proximity and half nakedness. Look at his face. Eyebrow raised in silent question.

Smelling the way she was had to be a crime. It was like chocolate. "just never been my thing," returning the CD back on the rack, trapping her against his desk and body. To be honest the last thing he wanted to do was talk about parties, in fact his mind was fully focus on one task. Getting her all types of flustered. "What scent are you wearing?" nuzzling her neck, hands on her hips.

"W-why?" she closed her eyes trying not to relish his impromptu nuzzling. Or at least that was her story and she was sticking to it. He smelled good too, all fresh with a hint of aftershave. He was so doing this on purpose.

His lips against her pulse point, "it's driving me crazy," feeling her shiver and her breath hitch. Her pulse racing and skin warming at his statement. It was sinful how much he liked getting her worked up.

They were sort of, maybe, kind of friends - granted with too much sexual tension to be good - so this definitely didn't constitute friendly acts or behaviour. He wasn't suppose to be nuzzling or kissing her neck like that, and she wasn't suppose to be enjoying it and thinking of extending her neck to give him better access. Her hands on his forearm and bicep were suppose to be pushing him back to a safe distance that wouldn't do wicked things to her senses, but instead were tightening as he moved his ministration to behind her ear. "Quit doing that."

"Hey it's your fault for smelling like sexy birthday cake," stopping to admire his work. Man, she looked good all hot and bothered.

She smiled at that despite her situation, " Sexy birthday cake?"

"Yeah, or would you rather hot candy store?" internally debating on whether or not it would be right to kiss her senseless right then. Downside of being so close to her was that he could touch her. Was she blushing? She made it hard to keep his lips and hands to himself

"I'd rather you put on a shirt so we can get out of here already," not believing she was actually blushing.

"Why, I'm I distracting you?" he asked, eyebrow raised and eyes focus on her lips with devious intent.

Yes. "No. I just want to get home somewhere in this century, so get the dressing," that only seemed to making him move even closer, causing her to almost climb the table in an effort to get away.

"If you insist," he grinned, finally backing away in search of a t-shirt.

Yet again she found herself escaping another party. It wasn't that it wasn't a rager, but she just needed to catch a breather from all the alcohol and raging hormones. And almost like a repetitive case of déjà vu, she found Liam sitting alone someway away from the party, nursing a beer.

"Thought you can't stand parties?" she teased, sitting down beside him.

Sipping his beer, he thought of something witty to say, but truth came out, "I can't."

"So if you hate parties so much why come to this one?"

He had been asking himself that question, and was yet to find an answer, so he replied with the first thing that came to mind, "Had nothing to do, and there's free beer."

"If that's your story," she watched the waves crash on the shoreline with a small smile, sneaking a sideways glance at her companion.

"And what other story would there be?" sipping his beer interested to know what theory she had about his being here, when he'd adamantly told her he wasn't going to show.

She leaned back on elbows, so she could look up at him, "despite your, I'm-Liam-Court-badass persona, you still like being around your drunken-hormone-raging peers like the rest of us."

"You think I'm badass?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looked down at her.

She laughed, "out of everything I said you picked out badass?"

"You saying it, is like the closest thing to you talking dirty to me," he confessed, which left her gaping in shock. It was the cutest thing when she was outraged because his words nipped at her innocence. "Say it again?" he teased.

"Shut up!" she pushed him at that, a blush involuntarily rising to her cheeks.

"What, you shy now?" unable to stifle the laugh at her embarrassment.

"Why do you always twist things around to suit you?" she narrowed her eyes at him, mocking anger.

"It's part of my charm," he answered easily

She laughed at that. Sometimes it really surprised her how easy it was being around him. How different he was from her first impression of him. He just had two sides of himself, one he showed the world and one he showed people he knew.

Naomi really didn't know why she was a sucker for punishment, but she guessed it her own way for moving on. Seeing them together would cement the truth in her mind and maybe she could try moving on. The scene before her stung like nothing else, but offered her cold hard fact in terms of reality.

There they were on the sand, laughing engaged in what looked like a tickle fight. Never did he once show her this side of himself, but with Annie he just seemed so comfortable that he let it through.

"Stop!" Annie squirmed under the unrelenting attack of his fingers, laughing heartily.

He wasn't going to let up, "say please."

"Fine," she relented breathlessly, "I give, please stop."

He complied falling to lay beside her, breathing heavy as she was from laughing so hard.

In a quick move she was straddling him, and beginning her own tickle attack on his sides, "can't believe you fell for that," but it was almost immediately cut short by his strong hold on her wrists.

"If you wanted to be on top all you had to do is ask," he goaded and watched her gasp in surprise. As expected she was more motivated to get out of his grasp, but he wouldn't let up. In fact he did something he had wanted to do since kissing her on the yacht.

He kissed her. Not as passionate as their first two kisses, but similar to the one he stole on the yacht. Coaxing her gently to respond to his gentle caress. Her fight died down and she returned the soft kiss.

Tears escaped her blue eyes at the escalation of the scene. She had to let Liam go.

More soon

A/N: I just thought the next chapter ( which is posted along with this one) needed this little titbit.

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