Here ya go:) What a quick update and in the middle of exams as well. Wow I'm amazing lol. Has anybody else got the swine flu song stuck in their head? Catch it, bin it, kill it. Haha great:D So enjoy xxx

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Aftermath

"Fuck you!"

"I know you want to."

Mitchie attempted to storm away smirk in place but Shane snatched her wrist before she could move a metre and yanked her back to him. "We're not done here." He said angrily, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"We're done if I…woah" Mitchie started angrily but stopped when she almost toppled to the ground, Shane's arm the only thing that stopped her from falling face first in mud.

"Why the hell were you drinking!?" Shane demanded, shaking Mitchie in his agitation. When she didn't reply he continued in a forced softer tone, "You don't drink Mitchie, so why did you tonight?" Much to his alarm Mitchie started bawling; he let her slip out of his grasp and onto the floor where she huddled in a ball. "Mitchie?" Shane crouched beside her, his previous anger having transpired into worry.

"Get away from me!" Mitchie screamed, the tears still running down her cheeks, batting his hand away when he tried to touch her. Shane retracted his hand shocked and just crouched beside her. "Mitchie baby you can tell me," He coaxed, moving closer slowly as to not frighten her.

Mitchie opened her mouth about to speak but her eyes went wide and she shook her head violently, "NO! No I can't!" She cried, fumbling as she tried to get up, "I have to go."

She started to walk away but Shane grabbed her arm, "I'm not letting you go like this. You're coming back to my cabin." Shane said firmly, towing her back in the direction they came from.

"I don't want to!" Mitchie struggled, anger taking over as sadness disappeared from her eyes.

"Tough luck." Shane answered while taking her arm more forcefully. They arrived at Shane's cabin and he opened the door with his shoulder, pushing Mitchie inside before closing the door behind him.

When he turned back around he was hit with memories of Mitchie and the first time they slept together. She had been standing in the same spot as she was now with a slightly confused look in her eyes, like she didn't know what she was doing there. Shane felt himself getting increasingly harder as he was hit by more memories of her in bed, moaning in his arms.

"You can get into bed," Shane said gruffly, walking towards the bathroom to sort out his problem. But Mitchie blocked his path; her lips were moist and parted, her hair mused and her make-up smudged, she looked in the image of sex. Shane groaned and tried to move past her but she just pressed her body against him. "I can sort out your erection," Mitchie murmured, pumping his cock with her hands. Shane's eyes went wide and he knew he was close to coming even after she had only touched his cock, "Mitchie stop!" Shane gasped, moving away from her quickly.

"Why?" Mitchie's face fell and she looked as if she was about to cry. Shane felt bewildered at her rapid changes of mood; he guessed it must be the alcohol's effect. "Don't you want me?"

She looked so broken that Shane had to take her in his arms, "Of course I do baby, but you're drunk, you don't mean it." Shane explained calmly, stroking her hair lightly.

"I do! I want you Shane!" To prove her point Mitchie attacked him, moulding her lips to his in a heated kiss. His surprised mouth lay open, giving her tongue easy access. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, forcing him to kiss her back as she desperately tried to feel every part of his perfect body. Shane kissed her back forcefully and cupped his hand under her butt as they stumbled towards the bed. Mitchie's knees hit the bed and Shane fell heavily on top of her; it was only then he realised what he was doing.

He ripped his lips away from Mitchie and stumbled to his feet. "Stop it. You don't know what you're doing. Just go to sleep." He turned his back on Mitchie, something that was incredibly hard to go considering his condition and went to sort it out himself leaving both of them very unsatisfied.

When he returned he found Mitchie sprawled out onto of his covers still in her dress and heels. He slipped off her heels gently and scooped her up, putting her underneath his comforter. Shane whipped off his t-shirt and crawled into bed beside her. Knowing that he might not get to hold her again, he wrapped both arms around her petit frame and hugged her close to his body.

~.~

Mitchie almost screamed when she woke up.

She opened her eyes to the sight of Shane Grey's lips a millimetre away from hers and her body curled around his. She glanced down and heaved a sigh of relief as she realised she was still dressed in her party dress. Mitchie squinted trying to remember what happen last night and more importantly why she was in bed with Shane. Mitchie untangled herself from Shane and sat up, only to regret it seconds later when her head felt like it was going to explode, like had been smashed multiple times with a baseball bat. Mitchie groaned quietly and tried to shift slowly away from Shane, caging her chances of escaping without waking him up.

Suddenly the memories of the evening before came rushing back in scattered patches. She remembered grinding against some guy she couldn't remember the name off, she remembered knocking back multiple alcoholic beverages that she didn't know but most importantly she remembered Shane effectively rescuing her from herself and trying to help her. Why did he make it so hard on her? She told him she loved him and he said he didn't love her, but then he became furious that she was grinding with some other guy and insisted on taking care of her when she was drunk. Why did he have to be so sweet, so kind, so…him?

Tears pricked her eyes as she watched him sleeping peacefully; she knew the peace couldn't be kept. She needed to be harsh, cold and detached when he woke up. She needed to be angry with him, to hide the pain. It was the only way.

Mitchie felt a wave of nausea rise inside her and she stumbled off the bed quickly, running to the bathroom and only just making it before she puked her guts out-repeatedly.

Shane woke to the sound of retching coming from the bathroom. He scanned his room and realised it was Mitchie in there. Worry creased his forehead and he made his way quickly towards the bathroom door. He knocked gently before nudging the door open with his toe. He found Mitchie lying propped up against the toilet seat, looking pale and panting heavily, yet he still felt a twang at his heart strings. "Mitchie are you alright? Do you need anything?" Shane asked, concerned, crouching down beside her. Mitchie shook her head roughly and moaned, mumbling something under her breath before vomiting into the toilet bowl again. Shane wrinkled his nose in disgust but moved closer, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. Shane recoiled when she flinched slightly and moved back. He opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

Mitchie staggered to her feet and swayed on the spot she stood. "Thank you for looking after me last night." She said stiffly as she slowly made her way out of the bathroom, careful to make sure she wasn't going to up chuck again.

"Where are you going?" Shane questioned, rotating round she he was facing her and blocking her path.

"Back to my cabin."

"But you're sick!"

"I'll deal with it. I have Caitlyn."

Mitchie missed the flash of instant hurt that passed over his face as she said that. "Mitchie…" Shane began, trying to voice his thoughts.

"Just don't Shane." Mitchie anticipated what he was going to say and blocked it. She had tried to muster up some anger but all she was feeling was defeat and hurt. She didn't want to hurt him by being angry but she had to leave. "Let me go." Shane nodded once signifying he was doing that and let her pass through the door without another word.

He sat down on his head and put his head in his hands, wondering how she managed to make him feel like this.

~.~

Mitchie trudged over to her and Caitlyn's cabin dreading the confrontation that was inevitable. Mitchie pushed open the door meekly and saw Caitlyn on the computer, fiddling around with tracks.

"Hi," Mitchie said hopefully, shutting the door quietly behind her.

Caitlyn looked up from her computer and frowned, "You look like shit." Mitchie knew then that Caitlyn was angry-and hurt-she had only heard Caitlyn swear once before and that was at the beginning of camp when she had gotten into a huge argument with her parents and they had stormed off without saying goodbye.

Mitchie didn't know how to reply. "Where were you?"

"I umm stayed at Shane's cabin." Mitchie went for as close to the truth as she could but Caitlyn's eyes still bulged out of her head.

"WHAT!?!" Caitlyn almost screamed, "OMG YOU DIDN'T DID YOU?!" Caitlyn's mouth fell slack and Mitchie thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head.

"NO!" She rushed to assure her as she plopped down onto her bed, hiding her burning cheeks that were thinking of her failed attempt to seduce Shane. "I was extremely drunk and he rescued me from doing something stupid with someone."

"Who were you going to do?" Caitlyn asked warily.

Mitchie shrugged truthfully, "I don't even remember his name. He was hot though." A small grin worked its way onto her face.

Caitlyn took a deep breath and steadied her voice before coming to sit on Mitchie's bed. "But why were you dressed like that in the first place? You're just lucky Shane was able to rescue you."

Mitchie's eyes narrowed slightly and she replied defensively, "Who said I needed rescuing? I was having a great time-I wanted it."

"Mitchie this is not you. You need to snap out of whatever weird stage you're going through. Was he a rebound?"

"From S-brian? No I decided to break up with him not the other way around." Mitchie couldn't believe she had almost said Shane's name, even though she knew that she was only with that guy because he wanted her and Shane didn't.

Caitlyn nodded, the frown still etched deeply in her skin, "Then why?"

"Caity just leave it alone!" Mitchie said exasperated, "It was one night. One guy. And I didn't even get to do the guy because Shane decided to be all 'Knight in Shining Armour'." Mitchie rolled her eyes.

"Leave him alone, underneath all that popstar jerkiness there's a really sweet nice guy and he-"

"-Wasn't so sweet and nice when he went furious on me last night." Mitchie grumbled before staring weirdly at the bright smile on Caitlyn's face.

"You are so oblivious! He likes you! He really likes you-that's why he went crazy seeing you about to sleep with another guy." Caitlyn said in a 'duh' tone while shaking her head.

"He does not like me." Mitchie protested, but the idea started to swim around her head. She knew he liked her enough to sleep with her repeatedly and she was sure there must be some feeling in their kisses, that she wasn't just a meaningless fuck. But he didn't like her enough for what she had in mind. Commitment.

"Mitchie you are so blind. You can see it every time he looks at you." A small blush rose in Mitchie's cheeks but she didn't reply.

"I need painkillers." She groaned and Caitlyn stood up immediately.

"I'll get them." She disappeared into the bathroom and Mitchie could hear he rummaging through the cabinet.

"Caity?"

"Mmmm," Caitlyn replied faintly.

"I'm sorry-for last night and everything."

There was a pause and the rummaging stopped, Mitchie held her breath.

"Me too."

And so the plot thickens ;)

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