Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

A/N: I've been really bored lately, and I couldn't bring myself to upload this chapter even though it's been sitting around forever. Hehe.. I have a few other things written out... Enjoy.

Miley let herself sink down on the couch, grinning to herself. That was.. Fucking. Hot. Period. She seriously didn't imagine having sex with her best friend in the backseat of his car.. But all that aside, Oliver was incredible. Miley sighed as she remembered all the things he did to her; the way he kissed her, the way he touched her, and most definitely the way he fucked her.

She was glad that she had the privilege of seeing him like that. Not that any other girl had. Her smile faded as she remembered the whole friends with benefits thing they had. She smacked herself, wondering why on earth she suggested that..

Fear.

Miley raised her eyebrows. Fear? Really? Okay-- For starters, what's there to be scared of?

Love.

... Scared of love? Miley thought about it. She came to terms with the fact that she was in fact.. Scared. Scared of starting something-- A relationship with somebody like Oliver-- Somebody whom she loved greatly.

She was scared of having her heart broken.

All because of Jake. He had broken her heart, that's for sure.

But-- Would Oliver really do that? He wouldn't. He was too sweet, and too nice; too caring. Also, he didn't care only about himself, the little voice in her head said. She slid off the couch, kicking her legs out, as she made her way upstairs. She let herself fall on to her bed, as she breathed out, remembering what almost happened in her bedroom. She shivered, still feeling his touch, and his breath, as his hands wandered over her. She curled herself up in a ball, falling quickly asleep.

Lilly carefully avoided Miley and Oliver over the next few days, giving them strange looks.

"She's just uncomfortable."

"Mm.. It's okay, Miles. I like being your friend." He leaned close to her ear. "It has all these.. Benefits." Miley shivered, as she tried to remain calm. He put himself back in his own seat, and bent back down to his food.

Miley smiled, and got up to throw the contents on her tray away. Oliver watched her leave, his eyes following her. He shifted uncomfortably when a couple guys started flirting with her.. And she was .. Flirting back? Oliver shook his head, shutting his eyes, then opened them again. She had already started to make her way back.

"What's wrong?"

"Mmmph.. Nothing." He leaned towards her. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Hmm.. Are you going to tell me?"

"Maybe."

"That's supposed to be my word."

"Well, now I'm using it. So, what are you doing?"

"Nothing.. Yet."

"Would you like to come over and study?"

"I would love to come over and study-- Wait," she said. "Will your parents be home?"

"No. They're taking my brother to see my grandparents. For the whole weekend," he added, lowering his voice.

"Er- Why aren't you going?"

"Does it really matter?" Oliver raised his eyebrows. "--But, if you want me to go, I'll go with them." Miley shook her head quickly.

"Oh-- No! I-- I'm definitely coming over and studying." Her mouth twitched. "What will we be studying?"

"Well-- I know I'll be studying the human body." Miley's mouth went dry.

"Mhmm.. And-- Er-- What will I be doing?"

"I don't think it's appropriate to say in a school." Oliver smirked as he saw the effect he was having on her.

"... I hate you right now." He grinned, moving away from her, and returning to his food.

"Daddy, I'm going out! Get me on my cellphone!"

"Okay, darling-- Don't be out too long!"

"Mhmm.." Miley walked to Oliver's house slowly, taking her time. She was.. Extremely excited. She rang the doorbell, tapping her foot impatiently. Oliver stuck his head out. He brightened, seeing her.

"Hey!" He opened the door wider, and Miley saw he wasn't wearing a shirt. She raised her eyebrows, and tried to focus on his face.

"Do you normally 'study' with no shirt?"

"Oh. I was sleeping. Would you like me to put one on?" He made to go upstairs, but she grabbed him, and pulled him to her, kissing him.

"Absolutely not." He was surprised at her slight dominance, and the way she grinded herself against him. He moaned, sliding his hands up her shirt. Her hands went over his shoulders, as she rubbed her leg against him. He moaned, flipping them around, so that he had her up against the wall. They somehow made it up the stairs still attached to each other, and he pushed her into his room, as her hands went for the board shorts he was wearing. She pushed them down, just as he backed her up onto the bed.

"Now.. Miles.. I find it hardly fair that you have double the amount of clothes that I have on."

"Well-- Fix it."

"Gladly." He pulled her shirt off her, sliding his hands over her skin smoothly, down to her stomach, and then fingered the button on her pants. He took his time taking them off, kissing her gently. He got them down, then rubbed her thighs, getting more and more aroused as she moaned. He slipped his hand into her underwear running his fingers across her lightly. She whimpered, arching herself into his hand, which he immediately removed. "Miley..?"

"Mmm--" She pulled him back down to kiss her, as she moved her own hands to his boxers. She pushed them down, and then pressed herself onto him, her hips moving slightly. He moaned this time, steadying himself with his hands on the bed. He composed himself, breathing out steadily.

"Okay-- Now-- To studying. He moved off her, to get something on his desk. She whined, her eyes confused. "Close your eyes." She raised her eyebrows.

"What?"

"Close your eyes." She looked at him suspiciously, but obliged, trusting him. Oliver swung the handcuffs around on his finger, once she had closed her eyes firmly shut. "Just-- Remember how I'm going to be studying the human body?"

"Oh god, yes."

"Mhm-- well--" He put his hands behind her, unhooking her bra swiftly, and pulling it off her. He kissed her to silence her protest, and took her wrists. He handcuffed her hands together, then looped the chain around his bedpost. She squeaked in surprise, her arms now above her head.

"Oliver--"

"Yes?"

"You're very evil."

"Thank you. Now. Close your eyes." She stuck her tongue out at him. Normally, he would have stuck his tongue out back at her, but considering that she was tied up on his bed, half-naked, he wasn't bothering. "Please? Close your eyes?"

"What if I don't want to?" Oliver shrugged.

"That's okay. I just do--" He tied a piece of fabric around her eyes, through her protests.

"No fair! I want to see!" She struggled, whimpering. He moved over her, kissing her roughly. It was messy, but they both definitely enjoyed it. Oliver moved his head down, kissing her neck. He bit down a little, making her squeak, and shiver. He slid his lips over her collarbone, making sure to go over every inch of her, not being able to get enough.

She moaned, loving the feel of his lips on her, how wonderful it felt. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused as he moved his kisses lower, and as his hands moved over her body.

Oliver started his descent, going down. He cupped one breast with one hand, and the other, he kissed, sucking slightly. She moaned, arching her back up. He pulled back, stilling her movements. "Come on, Miles. No moving." He let his eyes go over her, looking at her, all of her. "God, you're so fucking gorgeous." He saw that she blushed, and he gently kissed the space in between her breasts.

He moved his head down, kissing her stomach.He slid his hands down her sides, tickling her a little. She breathed in as his breath tickled her stomach. He made sure to kiss all over her stomach, letting his tongue graze her skin slightly. He nibbled slightly on her skin, making her whimper.

"Mm--" Oliver kissed her bellybutton, then moved down, placing his hands on her waist. Her breathing quickened, as he moved his head lower. He dragged her slightly moist underwear down her legs slowly, and torturingly. He breathed out over her, then switched to one of her legs. She whined. "Oliverrrr--" He ignored her plea, and kissed down her leg, then switched to the other one, going up. He neared her opening, which was dripping with arousal and desire. He hesistated, smirking as she whimpered and whined again.

"Miles."

"Oliver--" He kissed her swiftly, making her exhale deeply, and sigh in pleasure. He opened his mouth slightly, his tongue darting into her. Miley moaned, her hips arching up into his mouth. He stilled her movements, as he kissed her harder, letting his tongue explore her depths. She moaned again, louder, her mouth parted, as she lifted her hips up.

She focused on how good his tongue felt inside her, how right it felt, even though it just wasn't the same as having all of him inside her. He removed his mouth, deciding on fingers. He pushed in two fingers. He pushed in and out of her, feeling himself getting more and more turned on as she continued moaning. She clenched, as the tingling sensation went through her body. She panted, her hips falling back down on the bed. Oliver moved up her body, cupping her face, and kissing her.

"You okay?"

"Yeah.." He kissed her again, as he hovered over her, rubbing his member over her. She moaned, arching into him again. "Fucking tease--"

"Language, Miles." He pushed himself into her, shutting his eyes as a wave of pleasure shot through him. He shivered slightly, then pulled out, then pumping back in. He groaned, his eyes closing tighter. She let out a series of moans. He bashed into her, not too roughly, but rough enough to make her scream.

He knew that he had hit her barrier, once she released again, just as he did. He didn't relent, just going back into her. He grunted, pushing back into her again, and again, slamming into her. Her tiny whimpers, and moans, just making him go faster. She came extremely fast, screaming his name, her whole body arching up off the bed. She fell back, her head tossed to one side.

Oliver rolled off her, reaching up to untie the fabric from around her eyes, then uncuffing her. Miley's arms slumped, as she breathed heavily. She had her eyes closed, then opened them to peer at him.

"...I feel like I can't breathe."

"Did you like that?"

"Maybe."

"... Remember what happened the last time when you wouldn't give me a direct answer?" She grinned weakly, cuddling up to his side.

"Definitely."

"Sorry though."

"I'm not complaining." He kissed her soundly, letting his lips linger on hers. She pulled back slightly, opening her eyes and looking at him. He stared right back at her, getting lost in her eyes. The wonderfully blue eyes, that he loved. He noticed that there was something different about them. They seemed... Scared? The moment he seemed to realize that, the look was gone, and replaced by a content look.

Was she.. Scared of him? He hoped she wasn't scared. Maybe she didn't trust him. He didn't want her to not trust him; he would never do anything to hurt her purposely in any way. He knew that he was insanely in love with her.

And that was what scared him the most.

Sorry. Bored. Tired. Overloaded on homework. Annnnnnd, I've got a zillion story ideas. I'm sorry for making you read this.

So. Review? :P