Chapter 10 – Hide and Seek (Part 1)

"Twice." Katie whispered harshly in Stu's ear once Lou and Stephen walked out of the house. "We nearly got caught twice tonight; and that's without your sneaky little advances." He smirked as he stroked a long finger down her bare arm, a husky tone evident in his voice when he spoke.

"Well, we're alone now..." She ran a hand through her hair.

"You know what? It's late; I think I'm going to head back to mine."

"You can stay over if you want?" His voice stopped her from walking away from him; she turned back, confusion setting in her features. He was quick to try and convince her; the sexual tension had been building up all evening, surely she wasn't just going to leave him alone. Katie blinked slowly, watching as he looked down at the countertop and ran his fingers across the surface again. "I mean, I've got nothing else on so..." She folded her arms across her chest, stepping closer to him as he lifted his head, a composed expression on his face.

"That's really interesting. It wasn't long ago that you were telling me that I was an uninvited guest."

"You were an uninvited guest, as were Chester and your money-grabber of a friend."

"You really are a sore loser, Stu." He was clearly bitter about his loss; he hated to lose anything, even coming second was just first loser. Lou wasn't even invited to the poker night and she had managed to swipe most of his beer money from him over the course of the evening. He sighed, turning the tables and averting the attention from him for once.

"Yeah, well, you were utter crap tonight; after your little rant at the airport I expected a lot better from you. Not even one challenge."

"I can't play poker."

"I know." Stu chuckled lightly, much to her dismay. "You were all talk."

"It got to you though, didn't it?" She spoke candidly, nudging him in the arm. When she didn't get a response, she considered her work done. She scanned the kitchen; empty bottles of beer, half-eaten dips and soggy chips in bowls were strewn on the island counter. When the beer had exploded all over the pro and his rookie it seemed as though everything around them got a sprinkling too. All that Katie could smell was stale alcohol; Stu's soaked shirt taking the brunt of it. She was torn between wanting to stay, and wanting to leave to breathe in fresh air. After a long minute, she answered her own dilemma. "Want me to help you clean up?" Stu looked at her sceptically before his usual cocky smirk appeared on his thin lips.

"If you're sticking around you might as well. You can start with the poker table." She glanced through the archway, her eyes settling on the round table covered in stray cards from the half-stacked deck and blue, red and white plastic chips. Her fingers curled around his forearm as she pulled him towards the living room.

"Fine, but you're helping me..."

Katie pulled the chair that she was previously sat on away from the table and stepped in its place. She leant over, stacking up piles upon piles of plastic chips in the middle before collecting the patterned cards and fixing them into another pile so the deck was reformed. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed Stu stood close behind her, doing absolutely nothing but watching her tidy almost as if he were monitoring her on some kind of duty. He smiled at her, the jade of his eyes darkening to a forest-green. She could comprehend that particular look immediately. Feeling oddly playful, she turned around quickly so they were chest-to-chest. The Englishman toyed with the hem of her shirt, a small groan of approval escaping his lips.

"What are you doing?" She gasped, his cold fingertips grazing her hot skin. "We're supposed to be cleaning up."

He leant close to her ear, his voice gruff and low. "We can do that later."

"Your house, your rules." Katie sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "I guess I've got to do what you tell me..."

Stu lifted her shirt over her head before removing his own, throwing them both to the floor with a soft thud. Their lips crashed together with confounding passion; Katie ran her fingers up his arms, her long nails dragging red lines over his skin and digging into his hard muscles. He slipped his tongue into her mouth as his hands busied themselves with the task of pulling the studded belt from around her hips; it too joined the growing pile of clothes. She broke the kiss to focus on unbuttoning his jeans, breathing harshly as Stu pressed quick kisses to her jaw line, trailing down to her neck to sink his teeth into the silky skin. The rookie moaned at the feeling of his lips on her; it didn't matter what went on between them in the way of hating on each other, nothing felt as amazing as the hate sex that followed.

Anticipation tingled all through her; a dull ache settled between her thighs, she had been ready for him since he made out with her in the kitchen. She pushed his jeans over his thick thighs so they pooled on the floor and bit her lip; from the looks of things the man was just as ready for her as she was for him. Stu stared down at her with a smirk, his fingers hooking under the waistband of her jeans and pulling her closer towards him. His teeth grazed her collarbone making her mewl into his shoulder; his palms reached down the back of her jeans and cupped her backside, lifting her up and against his body. She linked her long legs around his hips, her teeth pulling at his plump bottom lip before they locked lips again. He rocked her against his hard member, her denim-clad heat too restricted to feel the full benefit; she couldn't fight it anymore. She wanted him to satisfy her, and she couldn't wait much longer for him to do so.

Stu leant forward, his big arms swiping everything off the poker table and onto the floor; the sound was deafening, all those chips hitting the ground at the same time caused a hell of a racket. He pushed her down onto the table, forcefully pulling her legs from around his waist and then dragging her jeans completely off. She felt his hot tongue running wet trails up the inside of her thighs; sharp nibbles were applied here and there. Katie couldn't help but whimper at his actions, succumb to his every move; she wished that she could have challenged him but in all honesty she just wanted to be dominated. He flicked his tongue over her material-covered heat, paying special attention to her sensitive clit. She gripped her hands into his hair, disrupting it from its usual immaculate style while she attempted to angle her toes into the waistband of his boxers; she succeeded in peeling them back to reveal his throbbing member, an involuntary moan escaping her as her glossy eyes settled on it.

He stroked his hands up her back, lifting her off the table a few inches to unclasp her bra. She bit her lip as he dragged his tongue over her dusky pink nipples and then dipped even lower to nip on her hipbones. The final piece of clothing that separated them, her panties, were pulled down her toned legs until they were balled up in his fist; he smirked, dropping them to the floor. He gripped a thigh in one hand, and pushed the other against the flat surface of the table in order to open her more to him. She mewled in anticipation, immediately gasping as he filled her to the hilt without warning. Her warmth surrounded him, making him still for a minute; he let out a guttural groan when she tensed around him, her muscles squeezing and tightening.

The table rocked back and forth from the sheer force of Stu's thrusts. Katie never expected him to be gentle; she didn't want him to be gentle. He allowed her to wrap one leg around his waist as he drove deeper, his free hand clasping her throat. His fingertips pressed into the skin of her neck, luckily not enough to bruise; she would have a hard time explaining that one to her friends. She thrust her hips upwards to match him, being punished with a tighter hold to her body. He wasn't going to give her any of the control; he was the boss, especially in his own house. Sweat beaded across her neck and along his brow as his relentless thrusts pushed her over the edge. He rubbed his thumb in a circular motion over her clit making her cry out, her breathing coming out in rasps due to the hand clutched around her neck. His fingertips brushed the column of her throat as he leant forward, running his lips down the valley of her breasts. Katie stared at him, open-mouthed; a tingle trickling up her spine to signal her impending release as Stu drove into her again and again. She watched his abdominals tense and the muscles in his arms flex repeatedly, his teeth gritting as the tension built up. He was close. She was closer. Her hands clutched the sides of the table with a white knuckle grip as she experienced her most intense orgasm yet; she moaned and screamed out his name as he gripped her hips and released into her. His thrusts halted soon after, their breathing laboured and filling the silent room. Stu wiped over his brow, grinning down at their glistening bodies.

"I'm not finished with you yet, rookie." He managed to get out, before throwing Katie over his shoulder and heading upstairs to his bedroom.

Blinking a few times, Lou tried to get her eyes to adjust to the bright light beaming through the gap in the closed curtains. Grumbling, she tried to roll over but the heavy arm around her waist stopped her.

"Ste." Lou moved her hand to shield her eyes, groaning as she felt mascara on her lashes. She knew she would look a state, something she didn't want Stephen to see. "It's so bright." Hearing him grumble in response, Lou tried to bury her head into the pillow. After a second she felt the duvet lift up and cover them both. Soon after, Stephen lips were fast on her neck and she was wide awake.

"Good mornin'." He spoke softly against her skin, his hot breath fanning across her making her melt into him. He pulled her into his chest, hard muscles contracting against her bare back. His thumb stroked lightly across her stomach as his lips continued their assault down her neck to her shoulder. Lou stroked her hand down Stephen's forearm, making sure he was real. She pushed herself into him, her eyes snapping open. This definitely wasn't a dream. His thick hard length pressed into her lower back and all the memories from the previous night came flooding back. Desire surged through her body then pooled between her thighs.

In one swift movement Stephen pulled the duvet off the pair. Reaching between her thighs, he stroked a finger over her, smirking that she was ready for him; just what he wanted. Her hands were clinging onto his arm, nails digging in and breaths ragged, waiting for what he was about to do. Moving his finger to her clit, he rubbed slowly, delighted as she whimpered and let her eyes slip shut. Revelling in what he was doing to her.

Gripping onto her soft thigh, he parted her legs. The tip of his cock pushed against her slick opening. He thrust into her hard and quick, earning a gasp from Lou. He growled against her neck, lips still leaving little kisses against her skin. Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in. His slow thrusts were driving her crazy. He pushed her hair away from the side of her face, kissing just blow her ear. Moulded to his body, Lou couldn't help but feel this was where she was meant to be. From the start there had been a connection, but only now they were doing something about it. The way he tenderly held her, the complete opposite to the previous night was obvious. He cared and she wasn't just a quick fling.

Stephen upped his pace, he wanted her climaxing. Tightening around him and crying out in pleasure, just like she had the night before. It was bliss to know he was the one making her tremble with ecstasy. Her hands gripped onto the bed, finally succumbing to the waves of pleasure rolling through her body. Stephen gripped onto her thigh tighter, continuing his relentless thrusts. His lips attached to her neck, growling against her skin as he came.

"Can we do that every morning?" Lou smiled, tease laced within her voice.

"Ah, er..."

"Oh, I wasn't suggesting. It was just, you know. Good." Lou managed to splutter out as waves of rejection took over her body. The fear of commitment was clear on Stephen's face, not that she had suggested anything of the sort. Ducking her head in embarrassment she wanted to get away from him. Before she could scoot out of the bed with as much decorum as possible, Stephen pulled her flush against his chest, arms securely wrapped around her.

"How about Ah take yeh on a date first, say tonight?"

"I think I can make time for you." Lou grinned as Stephen nuzzled her neck.

"What do yeh have planned?" Stephen asked. He knew he had a few things to do as well, but he had nothing planned for the evening.

"Well I should have been wrestling but I'm ringside for Brett's match." Lou felt Stephen's grip around her tighten and the kisses being placed along her jaw stop. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, lass." Lou wiggled in his arms, turning around so she could look up at him.

"I don't believe you. Whenever I mention Brett or I'm with him you act funny."

"He likes yeh." Lou stared at Stephen; his argument was dwindling before it had even begun.

"I like him too, as a friend." Lou pressed her lips against his thick neck, nibbling gently at his milky skin. "Plus I'm having way too much fun with you to be thinking about other men."

"Alright, Ah'm sorry." Stephen brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Wanna go get some breakfast? My treat?" Before she could blink, Stephen was shuffling out of the bed, quickly putting on his boxer briefs that were strewn across the floor.

"Wouldn't that count as a date?" Lou asked, her eyes darting around the room to find her underwear.

"Maybe. Yeh seen me wallet, lass?" Stephen rummaged around on his dresser table after searching through his jean pockets that were lying on the floor.

"Ste, I can't even find my underwear." He glanced back at Lou, still huddled on the bed with the sheets wrapped around her. He had to admit she looked good in his bed. Sending her a small smile, he bent down and picked up her bra that was next to his feet, holding it from the tip of his finger.

"Looking for this?"

"Yes, gimme." She held her hands out, waiting for Stephen to give her back her bra.

"Maybe yeh should come an' get it. Without the sheets." Stephen smirked, crossing his arms over his wide chest. A hearty laugh left him as he watched her cheeks flush and her hands grip a little tighter onto the sheet. "After last night an' ten minutes ago, yeh have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Ste..." Her voice pleaded with him and she pouted. Giving in, Stephen made his way back to her, bra in hand and picked her panties up as he passed them.

"There yeh go, lass." She took them from his grip quickly and smiled sheepishly. "Take a shower if yeh like." He gestured behind him to the en suite then kissed her cheek quickly. "Ah must've left me wallet at Stu's, we'll drop by before breakfast." Lou watched him leave, the sight of him making her heart quicken. He looked a treat in only his boxer briefs.

"You have a key to his house?" Lou mused, grinning wildly as Stephen slipped the key into the door. "That's so cute." Stephen stopped turning the handle to stare at the blonde, raising an eyebrow he wasn't sure what to say.

"He has mine too." Stephen cursed himself under his breath as Lou burst into a fit of giggles.

"So he won't be mad that you're here?"

"Nah, he'll be fine. He gave me the key himself, yeh know, fer emergencies."

"Getting your wallet sure sounds like an emergency to me..."

"Ah won money last night; Ah'll be lucky if Ah have any left at this rate." They shared a laugh before taking in the scene around them. The poker table hadn't been cleared away, in fact, it looked as if it had exploded; there were cards and plastic chips absolutely everywhere, as well as clothes and empty bottles of beer. Lou's eyes widened as she scanned the room completely. There was no sign of anyone around.

"This place looks like a bomb's hit it. Look at the mess."

"Oh!" Stephen clocked his wallet on the floor, poking out from the back of the sofa. "Here it is." He walked over to the poker table, picking up his wallet from the floor and opening the leather to check all of his money was still in there. Lou zoned in on the items of clothing strewn across the room, her brow furrowed as she stepped closer to where Stephen was stood.

"Ste..."

"What?" She picked up a thin grey silk-blend tank top, knowing exactly who was wearing it the night before.

"This is Katie's shirt." Her eyes drifted towards the other clothes, nodding her head towards various items with a look of horror on her face. "And those are her jeans." Stephen placed his wallet in his back pocket and walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"An' Ah'm guessin' that's her underwear over there..." He turned to his rookie with a slight smile. "...Either that or Stu's go' some explainin' to do." Lou pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing by the second. This wasn't a joke.

"No, I think either way they've both got shit to explain."

The New Yorker took off up the staircase, quietly landing each step with a soft thud; Stephen followed after her, trying to be as hushed as possible for a burly wrestler. The door to Stu's bedroom was wide open, the morning light peeking through the dark curtains inside the room. Katie lay under the crisp white sheets; her eyes fluttered shut as Stu hovered over her, burying his head in the crook of her neck, pressing kisses to her silky skin. A moan escaped her lips, her hands entangling in his hair as he angled his thrusts deeper. She moved with him, wrapping her legs around his hips and thrusting upwards, revelling in the delicious friction.

Lou gripped the doorframe with a loud gasp, unbelieving of the sight before her. The colourful tribal tattoo on his left arm gave it away completely; there was no doubt in her mind who was tangled in the bed sheets.

"What the hell are you doing?" They both turned their attention to the shrill voice, shocked at getting caught. Katie pushed Stu away from her, gathering herself in the sheets and leaving nothing for him to cover up with.

"Oh my god!" She shrieked breathlessly. The Englishman tried to regain his composure; a difficult feat when he was completely naked with nothing to protect his dignity. He looked to Katie who swiftly whipped a plush pillow across the room in order for him to shield himself from the surprised couple standing by the door.

"Shit..." He mumbled, the corners of his lips curving upwards. It shouldn't have been funny, but it actually was in a way. Of all the places to get caught, he never thought it would have been in his own house; his own bed for that matter. Lou folded her arms across her chest, chastising the pair of them with just a disapproving look. She turned her head towards Stephen who was stood frozen next to her; she dug an elbow into his side to get him out of his trance. He cleared his throat, leaning close to Lou's ear.

"Guess we're no' the only ones havin' mornin' sex."

"...I saw his thing..." She whispered with a slight giggle. The Irishman scowled; trust Lou to look straight at the crotch.

"Cover yer eyes next time." Next time? She prayed she wouldn't have to relive this moment; she was totally embarrassed for them.

"We weren't given any warning. It cannot be unseen!" She shook her head, trying to forget the image now resounding in her mind. Katie and Stu exchanged a glance, both of them breathing heavily. "What the fuck is going on?"

"Erm-" Stu was quick to jump to their defence, or so the Londoner thought.

"What does it look like, huh?"

"You really are a nasty piece of work, Stu. Brainwashing innocent women into bed..."

"Brainwashing? Innocent women? Into bed?" He scoffed, sitting down on the bed again. "Believe me; she came of her own accord." Lou stared open-mouthed at her friend; she was nervously playing with the edge of the bed sheet she was wrapped up in, averting the burning gazes she was receiving.

"Katie?" She sighed after a long moment of silence. Glancing at Stu, he offered her a reassuring smile; something that she hadn't really noticed before. He was wordlessly coaxing her to tell them the truth.

"Alright, it's true."

"See?" Stu simpered, gaining a mental point over the woman who had beaten him at poker the night before.

"Is this just a one-time thing? God, tell me this is just a one-time thing." She watched them exchange another look, this time they smirked at each other and Katie bit her lip. That was all the confirmation she required. Katie gave her a small shake of the head to verify her answer. "It's not?" The next words out of her mouth completely astounded Lou in particular.

"We've kind of been sleeping together for a while now."

"Yeah, and if you don't mind, we're not finished here..." She punched him hard in the arm at his inappropriate comment; he groaned, hissing soon after and rubbing over his skin to soothe it. Lou ran a hand through her hair; she was mad, and understandably so.

"I can't believe this. You've been lying to us?"

"No, I mean, yes but-"

"We like to think of it as just delaying the truth, right Katie?" Stu stroked a hand over her shoulder, raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes in an attempt to get her to agree. She swallowed hard, finally nodding.

"What are you two doing together this early anyway?" She focused her question at the New Yorker and her strangely calm pro. "Some people like their sleep, you know..." Lou let out a bitter laugh.

"If you were referring to yourselves then what we saw wasn't sleeping." Katie shrugged her shoulders, conjuring up something reputable in her mind. All she could think of were lame excuses.

"...Stu thrusts in his sleep."

"That's total bullshit."

"How do you know? He might have sexsomnia." Well, he has one type of 'somnia', she thought.

"Katie, seriously, what is this?"

"It's nothing!" She defended, her voice loud and irritated. "We're just fucking around. Having fun! You should try it sometime."

"Friends don't lie to each other. This is like you're cheating on me and Ches...With him."

"'Him' has a name." Stu corrected. "He also has a stalk on so can you leave us alone? At least let us finish what we started."

"Ste?" Lou nudged him in his side as he kept his eyes on the scene before him. He looked shocked more than anything, but he ended up exchanging a smirk with Stu. "Stop staring and say something."

"Ah don'..."

"Oh for fuck sake, did you know all along?" He turned to her quickly, trying to reassure her.

"No, lass." Lou let out a tut, storming off back down the staircase.

"This house is full of fucking liars."

"Love, wait. Ah swear Ah didn't know anythin'!" Stephen sent a rather apologetic look to the two guilty parties, almost apologising for walking in on them in the middle of 'business'. He ran down the stairs and shouted after Lou, his words getting fainter the closer he got to the front door. "He hid this from me an' Drew too!"

They heard the slamming of the door and more yelling, presumably coming from the driveway. Stu shuffled closer to Katie on the bed, nuzzling his nose against her shoulder as she stared ahead of her at the open door. This wasn't supposed to have happened; she figured they wouldn't be disturbed when they were in his own house but clearly he was frivolous when it came to giving out keys. She pulled away from him, making sure she was fully covered by the bed sheets before looking back at him; his jade eyes were shining in the dim light, almost hard to resist.

"Well, we had a good run."

"Hold on," Stu frowned, standing up from the bed. "That's it?"

"What do you mean?"

"'We had a good run'..." He walked over to his chest of drawers, pulling out a fresh pair of black boxer shorts to slip on. They obviously weren't going to get to finish anything. "What, this meant fuck all to you?"

"The game's over. We've been found out; which means we can't do this anymore."

"Why not? Isn't it better now that they know?"

"You've changed your tune." She said, folding her arms across her chest. "And no, it's not better. Lou clearly hates me for lying to them and shacking up with you." Stu advanced towards her, his arms wide in gesture.

"Come on, it's not like they have the higher power. Your mates have both gotten with their pros since NXT started. Who are they to judge us, huh?" He went to kiss her but she stopped him with a thin finger to his lips.

"No good can come of this, Stu." His hearty chuckle boomed through the room.

"The sex is pretty fucking good-"

"Oh please, this isn't about the sex anymore. This all meant something to you, didn't it?"

"You can't tell me that it meant absolutely nothing. Not even you can fake it that well, sweetheart." He leant forwards, keeping his voice low. She knew he was trying his best to defend himself. He knew for a fact that she wasn't faking anything. Her whole body shivered with pleasure for a brief moment as he mockingly moaned in her ear. "Oh, Stu...Harder...Ohhh..." Katie closed her eyes and grumbled, shoving him in the chest and cutting him off.

"Shut your fucking mouth." She watched him smirk and immediately clenched her fists at her sides. "...Besides, I sound nothing like that..."

"You sounded exactly like that. I think you're forgetting that I was there every time. I was the one making you moan with pleasure; every word out of your mouth was followed by a whimper." The Londoner scowled, her eyes burning with irritation. She hated it when he was right. "My point is you reckon you can go this cold turkey?"

"Certainly." His chuckle boomed through the small room.

"Yeah, right. I bet you can't last a week without me." He pushed his lips to her ear again, wanting to turn this around on her. "Feeling lucky? Want to take that bet?" Katie felt his hands playing with the edges of the bed sheet covering her; he was taunting her with such teasing touches. She rested her hands against his pectorals after making sure that the bed sheet was securely tied around her.

"Do you really think that I need you that badly?"

"You may not need me, but I know that you want me."

"I don't want you." He smirked, looking deep into her eyes; not once blinking or breaking contact.

"Liar."

"A week without sex with you..." She pondered, pursing her lips. "Fine, easy enough."

"We'll see about that."

"I'm going to laugh in your face when it's you who cracks first." He took a step away from her, another frown setting in his stern features.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I think it's you who can't last the week without me. Well, guess what? You're going to have to. Deal with it."

Stu and Katie walked into the FCW area side-by-side, acting as if nothing had gone on between them. She hoped that word hadn't spread about what happened earlier with Lou and Stephen but, knowing the close proximity, Chesca had probably already had the news broken to her. He stopped her outside one of the small locker rooms, his hands bracing the top of her arms. "Get sorted and I'll meet you in the training facility." She wiggled out of his grasp wordlessly and opened the door, immediately catching the disapproving gaze of her two closest friends.

"Oh, look who it is!" Chesca spoke loudly, oddly chirpy.

"Well thanks for hopping off Bennett's dick long enough to come to the FCW arena." Lou's sarcasm really wasn't helping matters. Katie knew she was upset but she didn't expect her to react like this. "Didn't think you'd make it." She dropped her gym bag onto one of the nearby benches, ready to change into more comfortable clothes for a gym session.

"Guys-"

"Katie Marie Adams," Lou started, staring at her friend and holding her hand up before Katie could butt in. Middle-naming meant she was really in trouble. "You lied to us."

"I didn't lie!"

"We thought that he was hurting you. Do you have any idea how worried we were?" Katie ducked her head to avoid their harsh gaze but she could still feel it on her. "Katie, we're your friends. We're supposed to tell each other these things. And if you can't do that then I guess our friendship has just gone to shit."

"Are you ashamed of him? Does he have a tiny dick?" Chesca joined in, taking the conversation in a completely different direction.

"He doesn't have a tiny dick..." Lou had tried to block out what she had seen that morning but it was becoming futile. "Oh god, that image has been burnt into my retinas. I need to see Ste naked again."

"Again?" Chesca and Katie were wide-eyed as Lou flustered and waved her hands about to dismiss their question.

"No, don't turn this around on me." She turned back to Katie, folding her arms across her chest. "Why?" Her question was aimed directly at the Londoner. All she could really do was shrug.

"I don't really know why."

"Stop lying to us. You do know; just tell us why." After a long moment, Katie sighed deeply.

"We get so mad at each other. There are times when I literally want to punch him square in the mouth." She looked up to see her friends exchanging a knowing look. That was the part of their relationship that they had witnessed; they just presumed it ended then and there. "But, instead I guess we channelled the anger we had for each other into sex. It's not a big deal." The New Yorker widened her arms in frustration.

"Not a big deal?" Chesca pushed her in the arm, trying not to make the conversation go several octaves higher.

"It's a totally big deal!"

"How long has this been going on for?" Once again, Katie found herself fixing her gaze to the floor.

"Okay, before you say anything else let me just say that he started it. We first got together the night I went over to his house to watch those wrestling DVDs. I pushed him in his swimming pool and he was all wet and angry..."

"You said that all you did was watch the footage!" Lou argued, her eyes broadening as everything began to make sense. "But, the bruises that were on your wrists..."

"Sex bruises, right?" The best kind of bruises. Chesca smirked, noticing a newer bruise on the side of her neck as Katie tied her hair in a loose bun. "I guess that answers my next question, then."

"What question?"

"Is he good in bed?" Lou smacked her on the arm, even though she secretly wanted to know the answer too. Typical best friends; they had a lot of catching up to do by the looks of things.

"Ches!" Katie smirked, seeing no need to lie anymore. To be perfectly honest, she had been wanting to brag about this for so long. She had no idea how she had hidden it until now.

"I wouldn't have kept on doing it with him if he wasn't."

"I seriously cannot believe this." Lou said, taking a seat next to her friend on the bench. "You hate each other." Chesca laughed, sitting on the other side of Katie.

"I don't think they do anymore..."

"I don't know." The Londoner shrugged, unsure about anything to do with Stu anymore. "It was fun sneaking around, but then we got caught. I don't know, it just doesn't seem fun anymore; maybe I'm wrong about the whole situation...I'm sorry for lying to you guys about this, especially for so long. We should be able to tell each other everything, just like the old times."

"Damn right."

"Do you guys forgive me?" She focused in on Lou's strict expression before her features softened and she felt herself being pulled her into a hug.

"Of course we do."

"Awh, I love us." Lou laughed as Chesca joined in on the embrace.

"Me too."

"Me three." They were relieved to make up so quickly. The half-Italian pulled away, watching as Katie dragged out her gym clothes. "So, are you and Stu going to get together for real now?"

"I doubt it." She answered swiftly, wanting to drop the subject completely. "But, hey, what about you and your fixes, huh? How about Lou tells us about her night with Ste? That's also huge news." Lou couldn't hide her giggles, or the crimson heat rushing to her cheeks.

"In more ways than one..."

A/N - Thank you Jojo Barrett, DeansTrueGirl, wades wife, , ThatGirl54, hOtlilmofo, moxxie23 and wwemagpie for the reviews. Amber (slore queen), we didn't get one from you, so we will be expecting two ASAP. K? Thanks. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow. Lou, Katie and Chesca :)