Okay I know it's a day early but I'm sure you won't mind.

Chapter 10 – Self control

This chapter has two parts. The first from Kyle's POV and the second Sunny's. The two parts were too short to put into two chapters. Anyway, I hope it works. Oh and on an added note, yes I know Kyle is horny, but he hasn't seen her in like six years and he is a passionate man...

PART ONE: Kyle's POV

Note: Sunny unconsciously tests Kyle's self control.

The trip back to the caves is taking longer because he doesn't want to drive in the day or on the main roads and risk them being spotted. They've found a comfortable silence settling between them. When she wasn't dozing, Sunny would just stare at him and he'd try his best to ignore the need building inside him under that stare. Her black eyes with the fine silvery rings keep on drawing him, it's almost hypnotic.

And they hide nothing. She looks at him with such unabashed worship and desire that he feels weak every time he manages to look away. He doesn't think she realises how she looks at him, or what that look does to him. There is no deception with her. She is an open book.

On their second night of driving, she creeps up to him and leans against his shoulder. His heart stops for a moment but he can't bring himself to shrug her off. He clenches his teeth. He tries to think of the thing in the back of her neck. He grips the steering wheel, willing his hands to stay there. But it's no use. His arm slowly moves around her, holding her to him, her head finds the spot just off of his shoulder coming to rest there and she sighs softly. He groans inwardly. She smells so good. Her hair tickles his shoulder blade and through his t-shirt he can feel her warm breaths as she exhales.

After a while her breathing slows as she drifts off to sleep. She feels small, vulnerable, in his arms. Her scent is all around him. He rests his chin to her hair and his lips touch the top of her head. She stirs and he freezes, but doesn't move. Nothing would have been able to make him move at this moment. His heart is beating steadily. It is as if he has her back already. He feels almost content and that's a feeling he hasn't had in a long time. He wishes that they could just drive like this forever.

A few miles later, her breathing deepens and then she moans and oh god the sound of it shoots through his body so fast that he almost crashes the Jeep. "Fuck Kyle, keep your cool," he mumbles to himself. But her moans don't stop and then she says it, his name. She says it so wantonly that the last thread of his self control unravels. He brakes hard and she wakes with a start.

"Wha…" he pulls her from her seat into his lap before she could finish the word and his mouth crashes to hers. She's still for a moment, but then he feels her small arms grabbing his head, her fingers in his hair. She's pulling him closer. Her mouth opens and he tastes her. She tastes sweet like strawberries. He feels the world spinning out of control but he doesn't care. He squashes the warning voice in his head. All he wants to do right now is kiss her. His hands travel down her back to the edge of her sweater and he guides them under. He needs to feel her, touch her skin. When his fingers trace her breasts she lifts her head and gasps, just for a second, but that was enough. His head has finally caught up with his body. He stops his movements almost as fast as he started them. What the fuck was he doing?

Her eyes, when he looks into them, are shining. The silver around the edges are positively glowing. They are beautiful. He shakes his head slowly and he sees them change, becoming almost dull. As gently as he could, he pushes her back onto her seat.

"We can't do this." He whispers. "It's not right."

She doesn't respond. He sees her body curling up onto the seat and he doesn't touch her when he hears her quiet crying. He tries to give her as much privacy that this small cab allows.

PART TWO: Sunny's POV

She's tired. So very tired. The confusion eats at her. When he looks at her his eyes burn into her soul, right through this human's body. He touches her, the soul inside the body. She sees how he stops himself from reaching for her. She sees how he looks at her when he thinks she doesn't notice. His blue eyes smouldering. Why does he not touch her? All she wants is for him to hold her.

The first day was the worst. When he left her, she thought that he may not come back. She waited for what felt like hours. When he finally appeared he looked different somehow. Kinder. And then he gave her a new name. She loves the name because he gave it to her. It may be a little short. But these humans liked short names. She doesn't care what name he calls her by as long as he speaks to her.

She thinks carefully before she speaks to him. Because she's noticed how her words upset him. Like when she asked about the pancakes. It is difficult to know what to say and what not to say though. So she rather keeps quiet and just look at him.

He is everything she saw through her host eyes. But he is also more than what she saw. His eyes draw her. They are an impossibly blue colour which continues to change depending on his mood. When he lifted his head after he kissed her in the Jeep when he took her from her home, they were the deepest dark blue.

He doesn't tie her up again and he seems to relax around her, so when they get back in the car, she scoots up next to him. She needs to feel him. She stays very still, even when he doesn't respond, she stays, relishing the warmth emanating from the arm she rests against. Her heart lifts, no it sings, when he puts his arm around her and pulls her closer. Still she doesn't move or say a word. She relaxes into him. She almost crawls into his lap, but stays put with the handbrake digging into her side. She drifts off to sleep with his arm around her and his lips in her hair.

She wakes up with a jolt. The car had suddenly stopped and his arms are pulling her onto his lap, his lips crashes onto hers and for a moment she thinks she's still dreaming. But this doesn't feel like a dream. His lips are impatient, his hands frantic. Her arms grab his head more for an anchor than anything else. But once her fingers touch his hair she stops thinking. The only thing that exists is his lips on hers, his hands finding their way under her sweater and the hardness of him underneath her. And then he touches her breast and she pulls her mouth away to get some air. He opens his eyes and they are dark deep blue. She sees them widen a little and he lets out a soft harsh curse.

He pushes her back onto her seat and all she can make out is: "This is not right". She curls into herself and wishes the he had never come for her. At least then she had good memories of him, not these strange mixed actions that threaten to knock her over into somewhere she's never been. The rejection is worse than not having him around at all.

NOTE: Next chapter up on Saturday.