HEY GUYS! READ THIS! IT'S A WARNING!

Well, it's time. Thanks to SufferingInSilence for being the only one to review before I began writing this. And as you requested, the following chapter shall be rated M for mature content that shall include, but not be limited to, a lemon. Oh, and I just caught a mistake in the first chapter. I think I made Edgar, Sam, and Alan too young. I'm going to have Edgar and Sam be 16 and Alan be 15. Otherwise, I feel like this chapter could be a little...strange. Plus the actors who played Sam and Edgar were actually 16 when the movie was made.

Now, without further delay, here is chapter 9 of Only Half

Something inside of me snapped. My self control maybe? But suddenly nothing else mattered. There was no one else in the world but me and Edgar. I pulled him to me and caught his lips with mine. One of his hands held the back of my neck gently and the other snaked down my back, pulling me closer. I felt his tongue against my lips, asking permission to deepen the kiss. I parted my lips and our tongues danced together, feeling each other and exploring every corner of the other's mouth. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to me. Fearing that he would disappear and leave me alone. He pulled me onto his lap, his hand sliding down my back until they reached my bottom, feeling it. My fingers crawled up his chest and shoulders-feeling every muscle-before sneaking up to his hair and getting tangled in it. Edgar gently pushed me back onto the blankets, pulling my body under his. I broke the kiss to look into his eyes. He stared back, his eyes full of love and passion. We were both breathing heavily. We both knew what the other was thinking.

I could feel my body shaking. I couldn't take my eyes away from him. Edgar was on top of me. His hands held the blanket on either side of my head. He had a knee on either side of my waist. I could barely breath. Never before had I found myself in this position. Not even with Dwayne.

"Mary...I..." He seemed almost as nervous as I was.

I brought my lips to his, wrapping my arms around him and clinging to his body. I felt Edgar's finger tips beginning to crawl up my purple tank top. My body shivered without my willing it to do so as his fingers passed my belly button and approached the base of my rib cage. His fingers explored the various areas of my torso before they found my back and began to play with the hooks of my bra. I arched into his chest, allowing him more room to figure out how to unhook my bra and deepening our kiss at the same time. The sudden lack of support around my breasts told me that Edgar had been successful in mastering the secrets of unhooking a bra. I sighed as he slid his hands from around my back to my stomach, than up to my chest where they stopped to explore this new territory. I arched my neck back as Edgar kissed down it. His kisses trailed from my right ear, down my neck to my shoulder, than down to the tip of my V neckline. I felt him gently push my bra and shirt up my arms. I released him and allowed him to finish removing the garments. He gently pushed me back down onto the blankets as he massaged my breasts. I grasped his head and wove my fingers into his hair as he kissed down my chest and nestled his head between my breasts.

I trailed my fingers down his back, massaging him softly as I did so, until I reached the bottom of his shirt. I grasped at it and began to lift it up. Once I reached his shoulders, he took his face away from my chest and finished removing his shirt. He hovered over me for a moment, and I found myself hardly able to breath. My finger tips touched his abdomen. Our eyes met. My heart began pumping faster than it ever had before. Nothing else in the world mattered; I needed Edgar. I needed him.

Our lips met in a strong, passionate kiss. His hands quickly slid down to my hips and unbuttoned my pants. Slowly, he slid his hands-along with my pants and underwear-down my thighs, past my knees, to my ankles, and eventually completely off. I was now completely naked. Edgar broke our kiss to look at my body. It actually made me feel rather self-conscious. He began to rub his hands up and down my thighs, each time coming closer to my womanhood. As he did this, he kissed my neck. It felt wonderful, and yet I couldn't stand it. I needed to have him.

My attempts to unbutton his pants were clumsy to say the least. My fingers were too quick to be accurate, but I was eventually successful. I didn't have the control to be slow about pushing down Edgar's pants. We were now bare to each other.

"Edgar..." I breathed his name.

He stopped kissing my neck. His hands gently trailed from my thighs, up my torso. He planted one hand on the floor and the other cupped my face.
His eyes were soft, and yet filled with desire.

"Mary..."

I wrapped my arms around his neck as we shared a deep, slow kiss. And then he entered me. I let out a high-pitched gasp. Edgar gave a small smirk at this. He slowly began to move in and out. A soft moan escaped my lips. He began to increase his pace. At this I grasped his shoulders and held on to him as if for dear life. He went faster. And faster. Pressure was building up inside of me. His hands ran up and down my chest. He held my shoulders, still increasing the speed of his thrusts.

And then the pressure was released. I was trembling, but I felt wonderful. The best I'd ever felt.

"Oh Edgar..." The words barely escaped from my lips.

He collapsed on top of me. We were both breathing heavily. Our hearts beating out of our chests, as if they were trying to find each other and become one. He kissed my cheek and embraced me. I hugged him close to me, fearful he would disappear.

I'm not sure how long we laid their together, entangled in each others limbs. Holding each other. Kissing each other. It felt wonderful. It felt right. I knew there was a terrible reality waiting for us, probably with horrible consequences for what we'd just done. But for now, I didn't care. For now, I just wanted to stay here with Edgar for as long as I could and forget about the outside world.

Well, that was my first lemon. I'm open to critics, but please be gentle. I'm a gentle, fragile human being with gentle, fragile feelings and self esteem. Thank you so much for reading. It's been a pleasure writing for all of you. This kind of sounds like a good bye, but it's not. There's plenty more to write. :) I will try to keep writing as often as I can, but school's started again (yuck) and I have lots of responsibilities at home.

Oh, and I just have to share this with you: what really got me the inspiration to write this second half of this is because one of my friends sent me a link to a youtube video of some guy (I don't remember his name) singing Music of the Night at a memorial service for Princess Diana. She claimed that his version was the best she'd ever heard. I had to disagree. This is my favorite.

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Seriously, watch it. Ramin Karimloo has the most amazing voice in the world!

So after that, I saw this video:

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And it made me melt in my seat. 5 Phantoms on one stage all singing with Sarah Brightman.

So after that, I watched a bunch of other clips from Phantom on Youtube and while I was writing this, I listened to Beneath a Moonless Sky about 50 times. Hey, it's good inspiration.

So yeah, that's my little (not so little) tidbit about my inspiration for this chapter. I just felt that they deserved some credit. :)