Author's Corner: Things in my life have been beyond fucked up so I haven't been able to write. Things are still very, very fucked up but they are looking to get better so now, I'll write to keep myself occupied and entertained.

Disclaimer: This chapter contains strong sexual content.

Torque

Knowing that Sylvester was angry with her she kept her silence as they drove back to the TNT house. Anjali knew he was angry but what she couldn't figure out was why. She did what he asked her to do. She kept it clean, the audience loved it, and she and Zeke tore the house down. She didn't do anything dirty or distasteful, he did hold her close but that was the dance. Everything she did was in good taste, she even winked at him to let him know she was thinking of him but she swore she had never seen him act so cold. Maybe it wasn't in the best of interests for all involved that she danced with Zeke, but damn it, Sylvester pinned her into a corner. What in the hell was she supposed to do? Get up there and draw??

Sylvester kept sneaking peeks at A.J. the entire ride home. She was strangely quiet, even for her. He knew she probably thought he was angry because of his current disposition but it wasn't that he was angry at her. That wasn't it and he didn't know how to tell her. He was so confused actually he didn't know what to do. She looked so damned sexy in that yellow jumpsuit and when she swung her hips to that song, letting her Indian heritage show he didn't know how he was going to make it through the steps without revealing his massive erection. He still had a massive hard on and it was killing him to the point that he didn't know how he was going to make it home without crashing into a wall. There was such a primal need in him to take her that he was afraid he would hurt her and he didn't want their first time to be like that. He wanted to take his time with her, be gentle with her, have her savor the feeling of her body on his and his on hers. He wanted to make love to her.

"Sylvester," AJ's voice was so quiet that she could barely hear it. She was kicking herself the whole way, this was her fault. If it hadn't been for her stupid dance with Zeke they wouldn't be at this juncture. She really didn't know what to do.

Sylvester just shook his head to quiet her. He didn't need to hear that voice of hers. That incredibly sensual voice of hers laced with concern would definitely been his undoing. If they could just sit in silence he might be able to get her home without ravaging her.

A.J. bowed her head slightly, how did they get here? How did one little dance routine end up in her boyfriend being so angry at her that he couldn't look nor speak to her? This was insane. She looked over at him. In the intensity in his eyes as he gripped the steering wheel so tight that she swore his hand was going to go through it. She didn't want this and before anyone put head to pillow in on this row they were going to get to the bottom of his anger.

It had to be the longest twenty minutes of their young relationship but they finally made it back to the TNT house. Waiting for the car to come to a full stop they looked at one another. Neither knew what to do from this point, neither knew what to say. Making the first move by exiting Sylvester's Honda Civic in silence, AJ ran up to the house as the tears fell down her face. She felt as if someone was tearing her heart out, if he would just speak to her. Just let her back in then she could explain the whole thing; she could tell him that while she danced with Zeke it was him that she really wanted. He just had to give her the opportunity. Their relationship depended upon it.

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Zeke sat on his bed reminiscing about tonight. If this wasn't the blow that he needed AJ and Sylvester to have to their relationship, nothing would help. Sylvester was absolutely furious with her and if the table was reversed and he was dating AJ there wouldn't be enough strength in the world that would've held him from snatching her out of his rival's arms. But that was the difference between he and Sylvester, Sylvester was a quiet aggressor. No one ever knew what his next move was which made him very difficult to go up against when it came down to it. But there was no mistaking the silent rage in his eyes as he watched his girlfriend dance in his arms. There was no mistaken the tension between them as they left together. There was definitely trouble in paradise and he would be there to help her get over the heartbreak and show her what it was like to be with the kind of man that she needed to be with. Zeke smiled, the best thing about this whole situation was that AJ came to him. This took absolutely no manipulation on his part. This meant there was nothing he would have to cover up when she came to him. This couldn't be more perfect.

Easy came to borrow a pair of sneakers from Zeke when he found him sitting on his bed grinning like the village idiot, "You aight?" he asked.

Zeke looked up, "Yeah, I'm good. Why?"

Easy cocked his head to the side, "Because if that smile of yours gets any wider it's going to crack your face down the middle; now what's up?"

Zeke smirked, "Nothing, I just may get what I wanted sooner than I thought."

Easy nodded knowingly, it was an open secret that Zeke wanted to add Anjali Palmer to his long list of conquests but he and Grant knew something different. There was something besides male pride moving Zeke; he was really feeling this girl.

"Look, I just need to borrow a pair of J's," Easy said.

"Why?" Zeke asked looking at Easy's outfit and searching for a pair of shoes that would coordinate.

Easy smirked, "Because I got a date with a hot piece of ass and I need to make sure she's feeling me."

Zeke smiled handing him a pair of shoes, "Make sure you bring them back the same way I'm giving them to you."

Easy nodded on his way out the door leaving Zeke alone once again with his thoughts of holding Anjali's lean body close to him as they danced; he couldn't think the moment could've been more perfect if they were naked.

And that might be a very distinct possibility, he thought to himself, and sooner than planned.

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AJ ran up the stairs ignoring all the well wishers and cheers as she did. She went into Sylvester's room and sat on his bed. She grabbed the pillow and breathed in his masculine scent. God, she hoped this wasn't the end of them; she cared for him too much to let this come between them but if in fact this was the end she had to admit it was one hell of a ride and she wouldn't change a thing about it. She looked at the clock, she had been alone in his room for fifteen minutes and he hadn't come up behind her. Maybe this was too much for his male ego. She sighed, putting the pillow back where she found it. She stood up and began to change. This was all getting to be too damned much, if he wasn't going to give her a chance to explain then she was damn sure not going to sit up here and cry about it. She was Anjali Palmer and gone were the days where she cried over a man. She was hurt by this yes, but be damned if she was going to hurt in his house where he could brag to his friends about it. No. She was going to go downstairs, demand that he take her home and she would cry in the privacy of her own bedroom, get over it and continue on to her education. Something she should be doing anyway.

Sylvester watched as Anjali began to change her clothes. He took full advantage of the fact that her back was turned to him as she changed from that yellow jumpsuit that was driving him to the point of mental disturbance. But once she pulled it down to allow it to rest on her hips he found himself praying to heaven that she would pull it back up, he was in way worse shape than before. Her toned hip protruded itself out making him want to run his finger down the crease. She pulled a button down shirt over her torso before pulling her jump suit down her legs and sliding her jeans over her hips.

"Anjali," his voice was foreign even to his own ears. He was not going to allow her to walk out of this room under the impression that he was at all angry with her. It so wasn't the case.

She only barely turned her head to acknowledge that she had her name. If he hadn't been so far from her he would've noticed that she was holding her breath.

"Anjali, turn around and look at me." Sylvester demanded gently.

Slowly she turned making him regret that he needed to see her eyes. When she turned around he noticed that she hadn't buttoned her shirt and staring back at him was a black lacy bra filled to them brim with her full bosom. Sylvester walked into the room shutting the door behind him. He sat on the bed, pulling her in front of her. She was beautiful in every sense of the word, he couldn't help himself he ran his finger down the tear drop navel in the center of her abs. He looked up at her watching close her eyes against the touch his hands, she was responding to him favorably. Testing his luck he moved his hand further up her torso until his finger tips came in contact with that full lacy bra. Tracing the outlines of lace with the pads of his index finger he watched as she flinched when his finger made contact with the sensitive bud of her breast. His finger made intricate patterns around her puckered nipple until he heard her pant his name. She was ready for him. His finger made its way into the inside of her bra, coaxing her breast out of its home and into his hand. Replacing his finger with his tongue he flicked across her bare nipple, catching her as her knees buckled and helping her to the floor.

Her eyes were closed as she lay panting on the floor, wantonly waiting for his next move, "Anjali?" She inclined her head, acknowledging that she had heard him. He pulled her jeans down her lean legs. "Anjali," he dragged the word out against her ear. She still wouldn't open her eyes to him, "Anjali, look at me." Her hazel eyes flew open with the most childlike look of wicked lust mixed with innocent fear and suddenly his body hardened to the point of pain. He couldn't hold this feeling he had for her anymore. He had to act on it before he exploded. He ran his hand up her leg until he met her moist heat. She was ready for him.

"Sylvester?" her voice caught in her throat as he moved her panties out of his path so that he could stroke her intimately.

Knowing where her thoughts were going he immediately kissed her with all the passion he had pent up inside. With her head swimming, he went about the task of removing the rest of their clothing so that he could finally touch her skin to skin, the way that he had wanted to touch her all night.

"Sylvester," she whispered his name again as he went back to giving her aching nipples the attention they so desperately needed. He answered her against her navel, the vibration of his voice traveling through her skin and pooling more moisture between her legs. "Please," she pleaded with him softly.

"Are you sure?" he trapped her head between his hands forcing her to look in his eyes. She nodded soundlessly, a tear rolling down her cheek. He wiped it away with his fingertip, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she mouthed to him, unable to get a hold of her voice, "It's just that," she panted as his hand snaked back between her legs.

"It's just what?" he prompted with another stroke to her most intimate place. She didn't answer; she just continued to pant as he continued his assault on her body. "Tell me Anjali."

"I love you." She cried out as he pushed himself inside her.

Sylvester froze as the friction of her velvet softness gripped him like a vice. It was either not move or end the moment before it even got started but AJ had other plans. Once her body adjusted to the invasion of his she began to grind her pelvis to meet his. Sylvester had to grab her hips and hold her steady to keep from ending too quickly. But once his body made the adjustment he began to thrust against her, bring her body to the brink of orgasm and then slowing down again. She was absolutely frantic with wanting to orgasm and finally Sylvester gave her what she needed. He released her hips and allowed her to meet him stroke for stroke. Her moans filled her head and forced him to drive himself deeper into her heat until she finally clenched around him giving him the sweetest gift, her orgasm. Then he could satisfy himself and join her.

"I love you too," he said and kissed her temple.