Ori: This chapter has so many parts to it. Of course there's a lemon, but there's so much more than that in here. We hope you like it. We spent a lot of time working on it and we're excited to hear about what you guys think. :) And sorry about the insane length of the chapter.

Jason: So this chapter is my favorite. It actually contains one of my fantasies. *sneaks hand to Ori's leg*

Ori: Whoa, Jay. Slow down, boy. Aren't we supposed to be writing a chapter?

Jason: I'm sure that anyone reading this can wait for a few minutes . . . or hours. *puts hand in a very inappropriate place*

Ori: *swoons*

Jason: Uh oh, now I'm going to have to resuscitate her. Mouth to mouth. *winks* This might take a while, guys. I have to be very thorough.


Isabella Swan

I went quickly back to my room trying to decide what to wear. It was hard to believe that he intended for us to go somewhere. I hadn't left this house for the entire time I'd been here and now that we were actually going somewhere, it felt surreal. As I went through the closet of clothes, I was once again conscious of the fact that I didn't have any underwear. I didn't have any panties and I had lost my bra.

I finally settled on a dark blue dress that came about mid-thigh. It was tight at my breasts but flared out at my waist. My still erect nipples poked through the fabric, and I blushed. Surprisingly, I found a pair of black pumps that were in the drawer under the rack of clothing. I was used to wearing high heels so this wouldn't be a problem with me, thankfully.

Glancing at myself in the mirror, I noticed that my hair was a mess. I literally looked as if I had just been fucked – which I had. I combed my hair with my fingers, knowing that I needed to get an actual brush soon. I cleaned my face up as best as I could before brushing my teeth yet again. I pulled my brown hair up into a simple twist.

There wasn't a clock in my room so I could only hope I wasn't late. I went into the kitchen, moving easily in the heels. Alice had taught me a long time ago how to walk in them.

"Right on time," he said approvingly, standing up from one of the bar stools. I blushed when I realized what had happened on that counter. I wasn't sure I could eat on it ever again. I wondered vaguely if he had cleaned it – I hoped so.

As I walked towards him, I saw his eyes darken as they slowly appraised me, sending a twist of anticipation curling in my stomach. Edward's hands clenched into fists at his side, and I heard him give a quick intake of breath.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, concerned.

He shook his head. "Absolutely nothing is wrong. I've never seen you looking so tempting," he explained. "For a moment, I thought I wasn't going to have the strength to resist the desire to bend you over a chair and take you." He reached out, taking my arms in his large hands, and pulled me against his body. Edward was dressed in his usual black slacks and white button-up shirt, but now he had a black coat pulled on. I noticed that he had something draped over his arm.

I blushed now, hearing his words echoing in my mind. I honestly couldn't find it in me to be upset if he had actually acted on his desire.

"I brought you a coat," he said, holding it out to me. "I'm sorry. I didn't think about how cold it would be when I bought your clothes."

I turned around, placing my arms in the sleeves. It was a long black coat that matched Edward's. It came to the middle of my calves, and suddenly, the kitchen was unbearably hot. "Thank you, Edward," I said, turning around to face him. I smiled tentatively, looking up at him.

Edward was unbelievably good-looking. His hair was tousled, unkempt, and his emerald eyes were dark with desire and something else that I couldn't identify. His arms were warm around my waist. I was so hot in the coat but I didn't want to break this moment. The air was charged with electricity, sparking in the space around us. My eyes moved from his eyes down to his lips, lingering on the fullness of them. The shivers started on my stomach before spreading to my arms and legs despite the heat of the coat.

Unexpectedly, I wondered if we were going to kiss. It was silly and childish to be worried about kissing when we had already did so much more. But I realized that we hadn't yet had a true kiss. Slowly, he leaned towards me. I was sure I stopped breathing. Then his lips pressed against mine and my world turned upside down.

His lips were soft and gentle, nothing like the hungry, impassioned, devouring kisses we had shared. His hands moved up my waist to cup my face tenderly, his tongue licking the line of my top lip. Those full lips tasted like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I stood on my toes in order to make this last longer, wrapping my arms around his neck. I sighed, opening my mouth under his. He ran one had down to my waist, pressing me harder against him as his tongue slowly caressed mine. Every movement he made was with utter reverence, so foreign to me. For the first time, I began to wonder if this business deal was turning into something more. I didn't know if I wanted that. With my heart speeding from both the revelation and the kiss, I broke away, gasping and turning my head away from him. I noticed that his breathing was ragged also, but more controlled than mine. He never once let go of my waist.

Instead of speaking, he simply stared into my eyes. His gently probing gaze was starting to make me feel uncomfortable, as if he was searching for something that he desperately hoped to find. Finally, he looked away, disappointed.

"We should be leaving," he said eventually, letting go of me only to loop his arm through mine. "We will be late for our reservation."

"Reservation?" I repeated, puzzled. "Are we going to a restaurant?"

He smirked. "Yes, how observant of you, Bella," he teased.

I couldn't deny the way my name made me react. Every time he called me Bella, I felt a tight tug on my insides. It made me feel light inside, as if we were growing more accustomed to each other. I was glad that we no longer had to deal with harsh formalities. "But we just ate, Edward," I pointed out.

He acted as if I hadn't said anything. "Let's go," he murmured, pulling me out one of the doors that led from the kitchen. I saw that it led to a garage. Inside was a flawless silver Volvo. The garage was spotless and mostly bare except for the car, a large three-foot tall toolbox, and what looked like a sewing table. I almost laughed at this last one. Why in the world would Edward have a sewing table in his house? But I kept my mouth shut. I could see that he was bothered by something. The once electric air now was tense with unspoken words, making me uncomfortable once again.

If I had thought he would open my door for me, I was wrong. He simply got into the driver's side of the Volvo. Now I was certain that something was wrong. He quickly started the engine and pressed a button on a tiny black remote that was clipped to his sun visor. The garage door pulled up slowly. He waited just enough time for it open before backing out. It was then that I finally saw where I had been staying for the past six days.

The trees were bare around us and the snow was barely present. I guess that it had melted away since my wreck. Overall, it looked about how Forks always looked – natural and cold. As he drove out of the driveway, I saw the house. It was large, three stories, with great white pillars, reminiscent of plantation homes in the once-thriving south. It was beautiful.

"Where are we going?" I ventured, hoping not to provoke him.

His eyes never strayed from the road as he was driving. The heat was cranked up so that neither of us would become cold from the icy air outside. I couldn't help feeling that he was avoiding looking at me. I glanced down and discovered why. My dress had ridden up so that it was at my waist . . . and I wasn't wearing any panties. I quickly pulled the hem back down and closed my coat.

"I told you that it was a surprise," he began. "You're so willing to ruin it." He sighed, but I noticed that he was now more relaxed. I couldn't understand his mood swings. One moment he was joking and the next he was stern and silent. What was his problem?

I rested my elbow on the armrest on the door and put my chin my palm, watching out the window. The forest was the only thing I understood anymore. Everything else was too complicated. This new world of Edward I had been thrown into was too convoluted for me even to begin to sort out.

Sneaking a peek at him, I couldn't deny that the sight of him made an involuntary smile light my lips. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. But it was more than that. And that's what I was afraid of. I knew for a fact that he didn't care for me in any way other than a fuck buddy. That was the harsh reality of our relationship and I was going to deal with it. Then why did he want to 'take me out'? I remembered his words that first day when he had taken me for the first time on that table. This is only for pleasure.

I sighed, still staring out of the window. There were so many questions whirling around my head that I was afraid to ask. I didn't want to try his patience anymore. After all, he wasn't simply taking care of my medical needs, he was letting me eat his food, use his bathroom, and live in his house.

"What are you thinking?" His voice was soft when he spoke. I turned to find his deep eyes staring at me, once again looking for something that he evidently didn't find.

"I'm just wondering where we're going," I lied, hoping I was convincing this time.

He must have seen the lie in my eyes but decided not to confront me, for which I was grateful. "If you must know, we're going to Seattle," he answered patiently. "You deserve to be taken somewhere nice." Abruptly, he stopped talking, as if he had said more than he had intended to.

The rest of the ride was silent. I was beginning to become comfortable with this silence even though my mind was reeling from my confusing thoughts. Edward was a quiet man and I understood that. I remembered the power and finesse that hidden within that silent exterior. There was more to him than met the eye.

Only when we started to pass through tall buildings did I perk up. I could tell that we were entering Seattle, Washington. I had always loved the city. The tall buildings and store fronts were something that always fascinated me. Glancing down at the dashboard clock in the car, I saw that it was around 11:30. The ride from Forks to Seattle had been especially long – the roads had been congested and Edward paid careful attention to the speed limit.

Finally, he pulled into a parking space, parallel parking perfectly. That was something I had never been able to do and I was impressed by the ease with which he parked. This time, he got quickly out of the car and opened my door. I took this as a sign that he was in a better mood.

"Have you ever been to Seattle before, Bella?" he asked as I used his hand to help me out of the car. I shook my head no. My coat fell open, exposing my bare legs to the cold air, and he stopped speaking. "I am very partial to that dress on you," he said without warning as I shut the door behind me. I blushed and pulled my coat tightly around me. My ankles were still freezing but there was nothing I could do about that.

I heard him chuckle lightly, putting one arm around my waist. I tried to hide the small smile that tugged at my lips from the feeling of his warm around on me. He led us to the front of a restaurant and I took a second to read the sign before Edward ushered me in. It was named El Acuario – The Aquarium. I wondered if we were making a mistake and going into a pet store. But then he pulled me through the door and I saw a young, pretty hostess that stood beside the sign that read 'please wait to be seated'.

The Mexican restaurant was very different from any I had seen so far. Instead of the usual Spanish/Mexican themes, this one was all blues and greens. There was actually a large salt-water aquarium in the middle of the restaurant, a salad bar wrapping around it so that it acted as a form of barrier. The hostess took one look at Edward and licked her lips.

Suddenly, I didn't think she was so pretty anymore. She seated us in a corner of the restaurant, and gave us the two menus that she had in her hand. I had been a little concerned when we entered the restaurant that he would try to order for me so I was extremely grateful when he didn't. I searched through the menu for a moment before settling on something called El Paso.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked when she left with our orders. "I was negligent enough that I forgot to ask this morning."

"I feel fine, Edward," I assured him. I was simply glad that he was back to carefree-Edward. "I don't feel as if I've been in a car crash at all," I joked.

He smiled slightly, staring at me for a moment longer.

Then I felt his leg brush mine.

The table was small enough so that, if I moved a certain way, our knees would brush under the table. My bare skin was exceptionally sensitive now, on high-alert for any touch from him. After a long silence that was punctuated by the waitress returning with our drinks, he began to speak.

"Would you like to tell me about yourself?" he asked then, keeping his tone light.

"Only if you go first," I conditioned, taking a sip of my sweet tea.

His eyes hardened against me. I sat back in my chair, surprised by this reaction. Was there really something wrong with telling me about himself? He huffed quickly and looked away for a long moment. I was quiet as I waited for him to verbally respond.

"What would you like to know?" he said finally. He didn't look happy about consenting to my questioning. Edward's eyes, when they returned to my face, were guarded.

There were so many things that I wanted to know about him, too many to count, but I would have to make a decision and hoped that he answered. I decided to start with something simple. "What are your hobbies?"

He laughed, obviously pleased by the simplicity of it. "I don't think I really have a hobby, actually. I suppose that the closest thing would be running, or working out."

I wrinkled my nose. "Why?" I had never been a big fan of physical exercise.

"Because it helps me think. Running does wonderful things for your concentration and peace of mind." Then his eyes clouded over, as if he was reliving some horrible memory that had suddenly rose up, demanding to be remembered. "But sometimes running isn't enough." That last sentence was uttered so quietly I had a hard time hearing him.

I felt something inside me fill with pity. Something had obviously happened in his past and it still bothered him. His hand was laying on the table, unmoving. Wanting to comfort him, I placed my hand gently over his, enjoying the feel of his warm, soft skin against mine.

As if I had burned him, he yanked his hand back and put it in his lap, his eyes blazing. Sitting back heavily in my seat, I moved so that I sat on my hands. So many things evoked emotions in him that I didn't understand. However, for some reason, I wanted to know the reason why. I wanted to understand. The waitress brought our food and I busied myself with spearing a small bit of chicken. When I glanced around the restaurant, I was met with I sight I wouldn't have imagined in ten years.

"Oh my God, Bella?" gasped a familiar female voice.

There, about to be seated, was my best friend, Alice. She was dressed in designer labels as always, but now she had a tall blonde man with her. Her jaw was gaping open, mirroring mine, as we stared at each other in shock.

"Alice?"

"I was so worried!" she shrieked and raced over to me. I stood up out of my chair and caught her in a big hug. I hadn't realized how much I had missed her. She was the one person in the world that I could count on. "Where have you been?" she demanded, pulling away.

"I told you, I've just been trying to clear my head for a little while," I lied. Of course, she wasn't convinced. "Did you call off the search for me?"

"No, I didn't. Bella, for all I knew you could have been kidnapped with a gun to your head. Of course, I wasn't going to tell the police you were okay." She said it as if it was obvious.

I groaned internally. I was still considered a missing person. I noticed that her eyes shifted from my face to behind me where Edward was sitting.

"Who is he?" she demanded quietly. "I swear, if you're in any trouble, Bella, I'll help you."

"I'm fine, Alice." I decided just to tell her the truth. It would be a lot simpler than trying to continue this web of lies that had been started. "When I was in the wreck, he was the one that pulled me from the car and took me to his house. He's been caring for me. His name is Edward and he's a very kind man." I wasn't completely certain about that last part, but it was better than telling her the exact truth. "He knows about medicine and he works as an accountant."

Alice stayed looking at him for a moment, appraising my summary of this wonderfully complicated man. Her bright eyes turned back to mine. "He's been caring for you? You mean medically? Are you sure you can trust him?"

I glanced back at him to find that he was watching us with a slight smile gracing his lips. It made my stomach flutter. "Yes, I can trust him, Alice. That much, I am sure of."

She didn't seem convinced. I refrained from giving her the full details of our relationship. I had a feeling her reaction would be less than pleased. When she looked at me again, relief passed over her. "I am just so glad you are okay, Bella. I was so worried when they didn't find you. After you leave the restaurant today, I want you to go to the police and tell them that you're okay. If you don't, then I know that he's not what you say he is." Her eyes narrowed as she stared at Edward.

"I will, I swear, Alice," I vowed. "Edward probably wouldn't like to be kept waiting," I said uncomfortably. She rose one eyebrow in suspicion. "I'll be back home soon, Alice. Don't worry, I'll be coming back."

"I hope so, Bella. You're always so trusting of people. Sometimes it scares me."

I gave her another tight hug before motioning to the blonde man that was sitting down at their table. "And what about him. Who is he?"

"That's Jasper." At the mere mention of his name, his face began to glow. "He was one of the police officers at the scene of your wreck. He offered to escort me home because I wasn't my best. Things evolved from there."

"I've missed you, Alice," I said finally. And I did. I had missed her bright energy so much. "I'll be home soon, though. Bye."

I didn't know if Edward would like to be kept waiting. I was afraid that he would sink back into the tense mood that he had been in before. I promised myself that I would be back home soon so that I could fully explain everything. I felt awful for not giving her the whole story. We always told each other everything and now it felt wrong to withhold information.

"I gather that was Alice," Edward said when I returned to the table. I was relieved to see that he seemed amused rather than angry.

"How did you know?"

"You said her name," he pointed out, smirking. "She doesn't care much for me, does she?" His voice turned sour on that sentence, almost self-loathing, and he focused his attention on his plate.

"She's only worried," I disagreed. "If she got to know you she would know that you're a lot less intimidating than you seem."

His green eyes turned up to mine. "Do you truly believe that I'm not as intimidating as a I seem?"

"Well . . . no."

"I suppose that means that you also think that I'm just a man who is ragged around the edges but has a heart of gold." His tone was almost mocking.

I didn't know how to answer that. Yes, I thought that, under the hard exterior, that he had a good heart. I had seen those caring moments before in the way he pressed that warm rag against me after our hard fucking in the kitchen and when he said he would support me if I was pregnant. "Yes, I do," I finally answered, sitting with a straight back.

He chuckled darkly, mirthlessly. "You're utterly and completely wrong. There is no heart of gold inside of me, there is nothing but a hard, frozen heart."

"I don't believe that."

"Of course you don't."

I spent the rest of lunch trying to figure out what to say to that. Finally, we were finished eating and we got up to leave. Alice stopped us, wanting to introduce Jasper to us, insisting that I introduce Edward. I figured that she wanted to meet him and talk to him. She was an excellent judge of character but I had a feeling that she wasn't too sure of him, and that made me uneasy.

We finally left the restaurant, the cold air greeting us. I shivered in my coat, pulling it tightly closed. Edward sighed and put his arm around me again. Even through our heavy coats, I could feel his body heat. I remembered the way his leg had felt brushing mine under that table.

Then I saw the bookstore.

"Oh, Edward, look!" I said excitedly, taking his hand and pulling him toward it. It was a small shop that seemed to be locally owned. It had a large window that showed all the newest bestsellers. But that wasn't what I wanted. My choice was always the classics. I stared into the bookstore, unable to keep the grin from my face.

"Would you like to go in?"

I turned to him. "Really?" He nodded. I squealed and threw my arms around him, planting a solid kiss on his very surprised lips. He laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"If I had known it would make you this happy, I would have taken you directly to the bookstore, bypassing lunch altogether." His hand stroked my hair gently.

Inside the bookstore was all the familiar sights and smells. I breathed in reverently, loving the way the pages smelled. Books were my haven and I had missed them. I had been unable to read at Edward's home. So far, I hadn't seen any books there although I had spent a lot of time exploring. The shelves were at least ten feet tall, hiding Edward and I from the smiling eyes of the old man at the counter. I was glad that the classics were in the back – I liked to be hidden when I searched for books.

"Bella."

Edward's husky voice startled me. I turned to find that his eyes were dark with desire and his hands were in fists again at his sides. My stomach erupted into butterflies as I realized what he wanted. The place between my legs began to moisten.

Of their own accord, my eyes grew wide. "Yes, Edward?"

He breathed in shallowly, putting his hands on either side of my head on the bookshelf, trapping me. I began to tremble. I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I still had my coat on but that didn't stop shivers from igniting over my skin. When he spoke, his voice was rough, like a hand between my legs. "We're alone."

"The store owner," I managed, not really wanting to refuse him.

"He can't see us from here." Edward moved closer to me so that our bodies were pressed together. I could feel his hard erection through his pants. "Seeing you in this blue dress all day has been hell. I haven't been able to touch you, to feel you tight around my dick. It has been pure torture." His head dipped down so that his lips could graze my neck, his tongue reaching out to lick me. I moaned softly, my hands clenching the sleeves of his coat desperately. Running one hand down my body, he pulled my dress up to above my waist. Now my lower half was totally exposed – anyone that decided to walk in would see my naked cunt.

"Edward," I breathed. "Anyone could see us."

He kept kissing me and I couldn't bring myself to stop him. I was so hungry for him. I didn't understand what we were, what our relationship was, but I knew that I needed him. He had become my drug, my addiction. His lips attacked my skin, scorching me, running down my neck to my chest. He began sucking my breasts through the fabric of the dress while his hands moved over my wet core. I was sure I was going to faint. Here we were, about to have sex in a public place. It wasn't right.

Then he bit my nipple through the dress and I lost all thought. I gasped, arching into his mouth.

"You must be quiet, Bella," he murmured. "Unless you want that old man seeing you being fucked, seeing your sweet, tight pussy." His voice was more erotic than his ministrations on my breasts. "We must be quick," he purred.

I nodded. He lifted one of my legs and placed it on one of the shelves. It spread my legs wide enough to wear he had room to thrust into me. I expected him to undo his pants so that he could let his cock free. But no, he kneeled down and pressed me back into the shelves before attacking my pussy with his mouth. I bit my lip to keep quiet, but, fuck, it was so hard. He spread me with his fingers and bit my nub before running his tongue over my slit. My chest was heaving with the force of my pleasure. I was trying so hard to keep quiet as he tongue fucked me, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood.

His hands kneaded my ass and he plunged his tongue deep inside me. My legs began to shake and I struggled to keep myself up. I was thankful that he was strong enough to hold me. I leaned my back against the shelf, clenching my hands in his hair. I tried to keep my eyes open to watch for anyone that might be about to discover us, but soon they closed.

"Mmmm, fuck, Bella," he growled, working me with his mouth. His teeth scraped over my nub, biting gently and pulling. I was thankful when his hand reached up to cover my mouth when I orgasmed. I screamed into his hand, beyond control. "I could eat you out all day. You're delicious."

After a few moments, I came back to myself. Edward was licking up the evidence of my climax, running his tongue up the insides of my thighs. I moaned softly, my body stiffening. Then he raised up and ravaged my mouth with his. I tasted myself on him. Oh God, why did that turn me on so much? I knew I was going to hell for that.

"Get on your knees and suck me off, Bella," he ordered.

Even if he hadn't told me to, I would have gotten on my knees for him. He quickly undid his pants, pulling them and his boxers down a little so that his dick could be free. He was glorious. I could almost seeing it pulsing he was so hard. I knew we had to be quick, in case anyone found us, but that didn't stop me from slowly leaning forward and running my tongue down his member, from base to tip. A low, shuddering groan rumbled through his chest, and he knotted his hands into my hair, keeping my mouth on him. Curling my tongue around his dick, I sucked him into my mouth, playing with the head with my tongue. I opened his slit with my tongue, then grazed my teeth over him. I moved my hands to his hips, pushing him back into the shelf like he had did to me.

"Oh fuck," he cursed quietly, bucking his hips into my mouth. His cock was shoved into my throat. I relaxed my throat so that I didn't choke. Cupping his balls with my hand, I squeezed them while I ran my tongue up and down over his hard member. I could hear his ragged breathing and the sound of his quiet curses. Deciding to experiment, I pumped his cock with my hand as I sucked his balls. "FUCK," he hissed, throwing his head back into the shelf, not caring that it hit the hard wood.

Grinning, I looked up at him. Missing the taste of his cock, I took the head into my mouth, sucking so hard that my cheeks began to get sore. Then I took him all the way into my mouth, going as far as I could and relaxing my throat so that I could get more of him inside. With a quick thrust into my mouth and a quiet growl, he released into my mouth. I quickly swallowed what he gave me, licking up the excess that was still on his cock.

"Shit, Bella," he said after a few moments after regaining his composure. "Now you're getting it. I'm going to fuck you so hard in this bookstore that the memory of this will before burned into you brain. He quickly made me stand up again, lifting my leg once again onto that shelf, pulling my dress up past my hips. I was spread open for him once again.

He reached down to spread my pussy with his fingers. I nearly fainted from the pleasure of feeling him so soon on my core after our sex this morning on the bar. Then, he put a condom onto his dick so fast that I wouldn't have realized it if I hadn't been watching. With one quick thrust, he plunged into me. I bit down on his shoulder to hold back my scream. He hissed in pain but kept going, increasing his pace. With each thrust into me, the base of his cock slammed against my pussy lips. Soon, I couldn't even stand anymore. He held me up with his hands. I noticed that the muscles in his arms were taunt with the effort.

"When we're home," he panted, still thrusting into me. "I'm going to get you to scream my name. I fucking hate having to be quiet. I want the world to know you're mine." His voice was low and savage in my ear and he fucked me. "Your screams of ecstasy make me so fucking hard, Bella."

My eyes rolled back in my head when he reached down to pinch and rub my nub between his fingers. With one more savage, hungry slam into me, I bit his shoulder again as I climaxed, my core clenching around his cock that I was impaled upon.

He growled, his lips crashing against mine as he came. Our tongues battled in a fiery dance as we both climaxed into white-hot pleasure. I was beyond jell-o. I was a just a puddle on the bookstore floor, my bones turned to mush.

Afterwards, Edward quickly buttoned up his pants, buckling his pants and hiding his wondrous dick from me. I quickly fixed my dress and coat, pulling it tight around my body. I silently thanked the heavens that the bookstore owner had a trashcan at the end of one of the shelves. Edward told me to find a few books. I picked out a few that were beloved favorites before returning to him. Edward was perfectly calm as he paid the old man for the books. I was still coming down from my high and it was hard to feel anything but complete bliss. He had just fucked me in a bookstore and now he was buying me books to read. Everything was perfect.

The old man smiled pleasantly at me as I gathered the books in my arms. "Did our bookstore please you?" he asked, without innuendo.

But I couldn't help blushing. Edward smirked, taking the books in his hands. "Yes, the bookstore was very pleasing. Maybe we'll come again."

And with that, we went out the door. Edward's arm was once again around my waist but this time not because of the cold – I needed help walking.


Jason: Fuck yes. In a bookstore. *imagines being in a bookstore with Ori* Fuck. Okay, I think I need your help again, babe.

Ori: You're such a bad boy, Jay. Tell your pants it's not nice to point. *giggles*

Jason: You're so mean. *pouts* How about a little help?

Ori: *sighs* You know I can't resist you when you use those Bambi eyes. You're such a cheater.

Jason: *winks* I know.