A/N: Well first off I would like to thank my reviewers! You all rock my socks!

Hope your Christmas went well. And HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Back and forth he paced as he kept glancing back up towards his driveway every few moments. Three minutes and forty five seconds to be exact. Every time that time period had passed, the blonde teen would immediately look up and gaze upon the drive way leading up to his house; hoping that a silver and white limousine would magically appear before him, letting out his princess before him. But for the past hour, no such event occurred just yet. No matter how many times he cursed his watch to speed up, the painfully slow time still wouldn't move and the pressure was killing the blonde. Still the same scenery, still the same lighting, still the same empty driveway. Nothing had changed.

Sighing heavily as his pacing sped up, Elliot began to think the worst of the situation and thought even more unspeakable things happened to Christie. He couldn't help but think that maybe the limo had caught on fire or even exploded because of the lack of gas in its tank. He began to freak out a bit at his thoughts and mentally scold himself for not filling the gas tank to its maximum capacity; forcing himself to bring on a headache.

Then there was the issue with Christie. His mind would occasionally stray from her bailing out on him to stay at home and probably kill time to maybe she was dead or on a mission in Africa or something. All these thoughts and more filled the teens head as nervousness racked his emotions and illogical thinking filled his brain. Holding out as much as he can from going into a complete state of being a nervous wreck, Elliot quickly began to power walk towards the front entrance of his home and head towards his room to call Christie. He had to make sure she was alright and that nothing exploded or anything of that nature. But before he could even make it to the door, a familiar face and presence stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Nervous are we?"

"Kokoro" he hissed, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Same reason you are here Elliot. To meet and greet Christie." She replied with a slight smile, "You didn't honestly think I would let you introduce the ASSASSIN to your parents alone did you?"

"Get the fuck out the way Kokoro. I am not in the mood. I need to see if Christie is ok."

"She bailed huh?"

"NO!" He shouted out while trying to maneuver his way around his friend, "I think the limo might have blown up due to lack of gas."

"What?"

Elliot nodded. "Yea."

Kokoro then eyed her friend suspiciously as she mentally questioned his sanity. "Elliot, are you thinking straight?"

"Yes, now would you please move? I am still angry with you."

"I am only looking out for you Elliot. If I didn't care as much I might…."

Cutting the raven haired geisha off with a malicious stare, Elliot quickly moved Kokoro aside and began to make his way towards his door, "I don't need a second mother Kokoro."

"Maybe you need a second brain then Elliot. You aren't thinking with the right head!"

"If you think I am only after sex then I should feel insulted!"

"Elliot, you are a guy! GUYS ONLY WANT SEX!"

"If that's what you think of men then why do you insist on being played by them?"

Kokoro fell quiet as she glared at her blonde haired friend's back; wishing he would turn around so he could see how much that statement hurt her. She knew Elliot suddenly realized how his words came out towards her for his sudden state of silence was abnormal. He knew his words were below the belt and he regretted he even let them escape his lips. Turning around slowly to face the now head lowered geisha; Eliot took in a silent breath as he made his way toward his friend; only to have her push him away.

"Kokoro….I didn't mean it like that."

"You said it."

"But…."

"Elliot, "she paused as she lifted her head up slowly; leaving her hair to cover half of her face and give her that "The Ring" look that suddenly creeped out the blonde, "Consider this the last time I look out for your ungrateful ass."

"Koko?"

Turning around slightly to become face to face with the now illuminated driveway, courtesy of a limo's headlights as it passed through the marble and stainless steel gates of the mansion, Kokoro allowed a sly grin to sweep across her face as she quickly put her hair back into it's original state; careful not to snag her diamond and ruby barrette.

Turning back to face the now smiling blonde, Kokoro cleared her throat as she began to make her way past Elliot and into the house.

"I see your theory of the limo exploding was debunked."

"Koko…."

"I'll be in the dining room with your family. Tell the assassin to hurry it up. I'm hungry."

"Kokoro…you wouldn't."

The geisha then winked as she opened the double white doors of the mansion and disappeared between them; leaving them to close on their own accord.

PRINCESSLADYPRINCESSLADY

"OMG!!! MY HAM!?"

"DIANNE WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"I microwave the ham so it could cook faster."

"You did what!?"

The woman began to giggle slightly as she moved a few stray strands of hair away from her face. "It said an hour in the oven, so since the microwave can cook things a bit faster, I thought it would take a half hour."

Tom sighed as he turned towards the dirty marble counters of his kitchen and gazed upon a black smoking burnt……thing. "Dianne…" he sighed again as he wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, "I give you an A for effort but an F for the ham. If there any other meat?"

"I made bacon." She replied with a smile, leaving her husband to flash a fake one.

"That's alright dear," he abruptly stopped and kissed the woman, "We'll just go out for dinner."

"But the whole family will be coming. Over thirty people."

"I can handle it. No bill is too much for me to handle."

Dianne smiled as she kissed her husband deeply and ran her fingers over his well toned chest. "Maybe," she whispered low enough so they could only hear, "You will get lucky tonight."

Tom chuckled as he smashed his wife into the marble counter top and placed her atop of it. "Why wait?"

The woman giggled as she tried her hardest to keep her husband from kissing her any lower then her neck and shoulders; but to her demise, she failed and his hungry mouth was now suckling on her now hardened pearl through the confinements of her blouse.

"Tom…" she moaned, "We…shouldn't…..be…"

"WOW!!!!!!!" Shouted a familiar male voice from the kitchen door, startling the two, "Do you want me to schedule this another day?"

"Elliot!" Dianne gasped out as she pushed her husband away and composed herself, "We didn't hear you."

"I noticed," he chuckled lowly as he reached behind him and grabbed a porcelain colored hand, "Mom….Dad….this….is Christie."

"Le plaisir est à moi."

French- The pleasure is all mine

A/N: Hope you liked this. I was doing homework when writing this so it might be choppy but I revised it. Thanks to my reviewers. And To answer the question: I did readthose two lemons. That's what got me too hyped about this couple!