Not a continuation of the previous one.

NOTE: This chapter IS RATED T! If you are one of younger readers, I'm not really sure if this is the right chapter for you. No language, but some implied themes, and is a bit more of an intense romantic scene (i don't go all the way though) It may be slightly inappropriate for some of you. And if you do read it, and you don't understand some...things...don't ask me about it. I'm not gonna explain. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Other than that, I hope you enjoy this story. I know, I know. More Keefoster. I needed some, okay? I've been sitting on this story for a while (trying to decide if I should implement it into my Love Plus One story maybe) but decided against it. I'm going to try and do other ships…scream at me if you want them. I need motivation.

AGAIN, THIS CHAPTER IS RATED T!

"I don't know why you won't admit how hot I am!"

Sophie stamped her foot in frustration. "Because you already think you know everything, you stupid Empath!"

"But I just want to hear it coming out of your cute little mouth, Foster!"
"No way! Your ego needs a few holes poked into it, anyway!"

He leaned down to meet her face, giving her a close up view of his annoyingly-pretty ice-blue eyes. A mysterious smirk spread across his lips, the one that made it hard for Sophie to think straight. "The only one who's going to be doing the hole poking is me."

Ugh! Gross! Moment officially ruined! Sophie covered her ears and spun away from him. She was tired of arguing with Keefe. He was such an egotistical idiot. "That is disgusting, you sick weirdo."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I think you're the dirty-minded one here." One of his arms reached out from behind her and circled her waist, effectively stopping her and pulling her back a few steps. He whispered into her ear, his breath blowing softly across her neck. "And don't think you're getting away that easy." The stupid tingles even seemed to reach her toes.

She shook her head and pulled from his grasp. "Stop messing around. Why did you come anyway?" Grady and Edaline had gone to a fancy party, at Candleshade in fact. She supposed Lord Cassius was trying to convince everyone that he was not associated with the Neverseen, and was still a good man. Her parents had been reluctant to leave her, but after her urging that they should "go have some fun too," they agreed. Sophie had been enjoying her solitude at Havenfield, until Keefe had barged through the door. He was lucky she didn't mistakenly inflict on him.

He reluctantly let her go. "Did you really think I was going to get roped into playing waiter? I was planning to escape to Everglen, but when I saw Grady and Edaline show up, I changed my plans."

She crossed her arms and looked away, her face burning. "Well, I didn't mean to mess up your time with Fitz."

He waved off her comment. "Oh please. I would have much rather hung out with you too begin with. And I know you always want me around, right?" He wiggled his eyebrows, and Sophie rolled her eyes in annoyance. Why did he have to look so cute when he did that? "Besides, I wasn't about to let you mope around at home by yourself."

"Humph. I wasn't moping. I was enjoying the peace."

"Peace and quiet are overrated," he scoffed.

"You would say that, Mr. Risk-Taker."

"If I'm Mr. Risk-Taker, then you're Miss. Risk-Taker."

"No way!" she disagreed. "I come up with plans!"

"Riiight. Because-" he raised his voice abnormally high to do that idiotic imitation of her. "'Let's fly across the ocean on an alicorn to a creepy island where I get drugged and then injected with limbium, which I happen to be allergic to, by your icky old neighbor!' is a great plan."

"I really wish you guys would stop getting hung up on that," she grumbled in response.

"Just that? Seriously, Foster, you're always doing things that almost get you killed."

"So do you!" she argued. "I mean, that whole fight with King Dimitar? That was horrible." She shivered, remembering his blood-soaked wounds.

He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her hair. His fingers lingered around her face, settling on studying one of the necklaces around her neck; the beaded one he had given her. "But your life is more important, Foster. I don't know what I -we- would do if you were gone."

She grabbed onto his hand, holding it between them. "When will you understand that you mean just as much to all of us?"

His smirk faltered. Sophie could almost see a few of his walls crack at her words. Keefe took his other hand and slowly traced her cheek under her eye. "They're so beautiful…" he whispered.

"Keefe," she breathed as his finger moved down her cheek, past her nose, and brushed the edge of her lips.

He slowly started to walk forward, causing her to instinctively take a step back. They did this, until something from behind Sophie tripped her, and she fell onto a soft sofa. With their hands still linked, she accidently took Keefe with her.

In the racing moments that they were falling together, Keefe's hand had cupped the side of her face, and the other had shaken loose from her grasp and landed on the cushion besides her. His lips crashed hungrily into hers.

She broke away quickly, staring into his gorgeously intent eyes. Her face burned, but she made no move to get out from under him. "Keefe," she said again. What was this? What was he doing? Why did he kiss her? It must have been an accident.

Keefe smiled from above her. "Shush, Foster. Just stop whatever you're thinking."

His hand grasped her waist again, pulling her close, bringing their lips together again.

Keefe POV

Keefe had complete control of his body. He knew what he was doing. He was kissing Sophie Foster, and God damn had he wanted to do it for a while.

She tasted so sweet. She should; Keefe had seen the mallowmelt crumb-covered plate on the tabled. He also smelled her chocolate breath. It was just one of the many driving factors that convinced him to kiss the blonde girl he had beneath him now.

She looked up at him with her big brown eyes, the golden sparkles catching every stray beam of light in the room.

He could feel her desire mix with his own, fueling the hungry fire deep within his stomach. He bent down, kissing her with possibly too-strong-of a force. But he needed this. Who knew if he would ever get to do it again? If he was going to kiss Foster, if he was going to give this amazing girl his first kiss, he was going to make sure she would always remember it.

He broke from her lips, smirking at her desperate attempts to force air back into her lungs. But Keefe wasn't finished. He inched forward, tantalizingly slow, and pressed his mouth against her neck. Her skin tasted as sweet as her lips. Foster gasped at the contact, only fueling Keefe to move down further, leaving his trail of kisses, letting each one soak into her skin before going on.

The hand around her waist cautiously slipped under the hem of her shirt, spreading out and feeling the soft curves on her side. A rugged moan sounded in his throat when her lean little fingers tangled in his hair, tugging apart the jelled strands. Her other hand explored the ridges of his back and stomach. Keefe shivered at her touch, one that was usually so gentle, but now had a delicious roughness to it.

Only when his hands went up a little higher, and hers went down a little lower, did he realize that they might have been taking things too far.

"Sophie," he whimpered, still caught up in kisses.

"Mmm?" she mumbled back, her eyes half-closed.

"We can't," he breathed across her neck.

Her fingers spread across his shoulder, then gripped, and in a second they were flipped over, with Sophie straddling him.

She was grinning, as she leaned down, getting closer and closer to his lips. Keefe closed his eyes.

"You're right," she whispered lowly against his mouth, then pulled away.

"Well you can't just go and do that," Keefe grumbled, grabbing back onto her waist as she tried to get up.

She laughed on the way back down and settled comfortably against his chest. Then she twisted her head to look up at him. "Why don't we just do what I wanted to do in the first place?"

Keefe raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"

"Enjoy the peace."

"Hm." He reached over and turned out the lamp, plunging the living room into soft darkness. Then he buried his face into her soft hair and pulled her close. Gosh did she smell so yummy. "Maybe peace isn't so overrated after all."