Hey everyone J I just realized that the last chapter was posted as chapter 10, when really it should have been chapter nine. Oops! Here's the real chapter 10. Also, I've done these past two chapters in Claire's POV, tell me if you want me to write more in hers or in Quil's-which one do you like better? Also, I know there isn't much plot in this chapter, but I just wanted one more fun little make-out chapter before I got to the heavy stuff. WARNING: this might get a little steamy. Keep reviewing!

Quil and Claire-Chapter 10

School had been really stressing me out since I started living with Quil. Maybe I was just imagining it, but it seemed as if I had more work to do these past few days, and it didn't help that I was so tempted all the time to push my homework aside and make out with Quil all day.

Even when I could control myself and put my books in front of me, Quil was so damn distracting. It's bad enough that he's always half naked, wearing nothing but cut-off denim shorts, but on top of that, he's always doing the imprint-staring thing.

Even after all these years, I've never really gotten used to that. I used to think it was funny, but now, whenever I feel his eyes on me, all it gets me is turned on. How is anyone supposed to concentrate with that kind of distraction in the room?

Now, I comforted myself with the fact that it was ten thirty, and pretty soon it would be late enough that I would be justified in putting everything away and dragging Quil off to bed with me.

We hadn't really gotten any farther physically since Sunday night, when Embry walked in on us making out at the kitchen table. When we kiss, Quil makes sure to keep his hands where I can see them at all times. I know he's worried about things going too far too quickly, but keeping it vanilla is driving me crazy.

Thinking that always gets me daydreaming about us, and fantasizing about exactly the types of things Quil would probably categorize as "going too far." I sighed. When this started up, I could never get focused again. I slid my books back into my bag and put them by the front door, ready for school tomorrow, and walked over to the living room, where Quil was half-asleep on the couch.

He opened his eyes when I sat down next to him, and took my hand in one of his, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. "Finished with the homework?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. His voice sounded tired and thick with sleep, and I felt a tinge of guilt for waking him.

"For the most part," I said. "I think I'm going to hit the sack…are you going to join me?"

He raised his eyebrows at me, and I offered him a small smile.

"Claire…"

"Oh, calm down." I said, rolling my eyes. "I didn't mean it like that."

He bit his lip. "Are you okay, Claire?"

"I'm fine," I assured him. "I just miss you during the day… and being away from you makes me crazy."

"Oh really?"

He smirked at me, and I blushed, playfully shoving his shoulder. "Never mind." I mumbled, getting up off the couch.

Before I could walk away, he grabbed my arm and tugged me down, pulling me so that I was lying on the couch and he was on top of me. His heat was soaking through every inch of my skin, and his lips were so close to mine that my heartbeat quickened in anticipation of what I was sure he would do next.

He held himself carefully above me, so I didn't feel too much pressure, and put his mouth next to my ear. "I go crazy too, Claire." he admitted. "At work…on patrol… all I can think about is how much I want to be with you instead, just like this. How much I want to kiss you and touch you, and hold you."

Well, that had escalated quickly. "So do it." I challenged, my voice strained.

He growled softly into my ear and suddenly we were vertical. A moment later, we were in his bedroom, and he set me gently on the bed, pulling himself back on top of me and bringing his mouth to mine. He was wide awake now, and moving his mouth on mine aggressively, passionately.

"Quil," I panted, when he tore his mouth away from mine to kiss beneath my jaw. I didn't want him to stop; but I needed to make sure we were on the same page before this want any further. "I don't want us to-"

"I know," he interrupted, his voice gentle. He brought his eyes up to meet mine, giving me a look that I knew well. A look that said 'I've got you; you're okay. I'm here, Claire.' It made me feel safe and loved and it made my stomach flutter. "We won't go that far tonight Claire, I promise."

I nodded, reassured, and he brought his mouth back to mine, caressing my tongue with his and bringing a hand up to cup my face, ensuring his complete control of the kiss. His mouth and hands urged me to respond, and my own hands wound around his back, pressing my fingers into the taught muscle.

He kissed me like this for a little while, until my hair was wild and my lips were red from the pressure of his own lips against them, and I relaxed into the bliss, pulling myself closer so that my legs were now wrapped around his waist.

His other hand, which was previously at my own waist, was now tugging the hem of my shirt up and over my head, interrupting our kiss for a brief moment. He hesitated, and then his lips slowed on mine before he began working them down my neck as he'd done a few days ago, just before Embry interrupted us. He looked up at me, his eyes dark.

"You're okay?" his voice was raspy and sexy and the heat of his breath on my chest made me shiver. He looked worried, but his hands were strong on me and I was too far gone to stop him now. "Yes," I said quickly, begging him silently to keep going. He smiled at me before bringing his mouth down to kiss along the line of my bra, his hands coming up to palm my chest through the fabric.

I leaned my head back, moaning slightly, and reached down to tug at the hem of his shorts, instinct and want taking over.

He stopped suddenly, and I groaned. "Claire," he said seriously.

"What?" I whined.

"I think we need to stop now," he replied in a low voice. I couldn't feel his hands on me anymore, and when I opened my eyes, he was lying beside me again.

"Quil," I groaned. "That's mean." He had more self-control that I thought.

More than you, a small voice in the back of my head reminded me. My face coloured slightly, and I suddenly wished Quil would quit looking at me right now.

He sighed and pulled me close to him so that my head was against his chest and his arms were around me.

I rolled my eyes, but kicked my shorts off in one final act of rebellion and snuggled into him, wearing only my underwear, letting myself fall asleep against him.