A/N: I'll admit, this chapter contains what is probably the most heated scene I've ever written – I always feel awkward writing things like that, but in this story it can't be avoided, so I hope I did a half decent job! Thank you so much to those who review. Enjoy!


"I could get used to this," Catriona murmured groggily upon waking up.

"Good," Paul's reply was muffled, his face buried in her neck "Do."

She gave a contented hum, feeling his thumb trace circles on her hip where her top had ridden up.

"You'll need to come to England to visit," she sighed, still half-asleep.

"Hmm," he murmured non-commitally before placing a kiss on her kneck, right on her tattoo.

"Y'know, with your obsession with my neck, I'm surprised you never noticed the tat before now."

He playfully nipped at her neck in retaliation and she gave a soft gasp. He gave a quiet chuckle at that and pulled her closer against him, hand on her hip pulling slightly, urging her to turn over. Catriona complied, turning over so that she lay on her back, her head turned so that they were face to face.

"Hey," she murmured softly, beginning to wake up properly.

"Hey," he gave her a small smile back, but it lit up his face all the same as a full blown grin.

"Oh, shit," she sighed with a quiet laugh, tilting her head back and closing her eyes "I'm not wearing any make-up, am I?"

Instead of receiving a verbal response, Catriona felt the mattress dip underneath her as Paul shifted, and then his lips were on hers. Eyes flying open in surprise, she then relaxed, eyes closing again, and smiled slightly into the kiss. He shifted so that his right arm was on her other side, supporting most of his weight as he leaned over her. He pulled away but stayed nose-to-nose with her, eyeing her quietly as though waiting for her to push him away. It was the most serious and thoughtful she'd ever seen him, and it stirred up odd emotions that she didn't want to think over at that time. It would only complicate things.

It was a small gesture of respect, but still it meant a lot to her. They were alone, both half-naked in a bed with Bon Jovi's Bad Medicine playing in the background – it was obvious where this was leading, but the fact that he'd stopped to make sure she was on the same wavelength only made her more sure of where she wanted it to go.

Slowly, she lifted her arm and brought a hand to the side of his jaw, his stubble tickled her fingertips, and she lifted her head so that her lips met his again. Losing a great deal of his serious attitude, Paul began to kiss her back with more heat now, and shifted so that he was on top of her, legs between hers.

Catriona let out a quiet breath, surprised at how much she enjoyed his weight on top of her, and how much she enjoyed his hot, calloused fingertips hands against her skin even more. His hands trailed down the outside of her thighs before travelling back up to her sides, pulling her top up with them. They broke the kiss as he pulled her top over her head, leaving her in her underwear, and went back to kissing her neck. Catriona's hands tangled in his hair as he placed another bite on her neck, harder than the last one before placing a slow kiss in the same spot. No doubt that would leave a mark, but Catriona found the idea of that only made her heart beat faster.

"You good?" Paul asked between kisses, moving down past her collarbone and towards her cleavage.

Catriona didn't know if he somehow figured she wasn't very experienced, or if he was simply being considerate, but she appreciated it either way and gave a breathy murmur of approval. Bending her legs and squeezing her thighs against his hips, she surprised herself by letting out a moan when he reacted by grinding his jean clad hips against her. His belt scraped against her abdomen, but this only spurred her on, His stubble tickled her bare skin as he continued to kiss his way down her body, stopping just above her belly button and then veering off to the side as he threw the blankets away from them and inspected the tattoo on her right hip in the dim lighting.

An old fashioned greyscale revolver nestled among a series of vivid red roses, the thorny stems entwined around the barrel, grip and trigger of the gun. He placed another slow, deliberate kiss onto the muzzle of the gun and Catriona resisted the urge to squirm. Slowly he rose so that they were face to face again and his lips met hers once more. With his right hand he began to pull at the hem of her underwear as his left pulled at her thigh, meaning to bring it up to his hip. Immediately a throbbing pain shot through her thigh when he did this and Catriona let out a high pitched gasp of pain. Jumping back, Paul eyed her in concern before realising what had happened – his grip had been on the bruises from the previous night.

It was this interruption that allowed them to hear the faint roar of the motorcycles approaching outside.

"Oh, shit," they hissed simultaneously – Catriona in panic and Paul in annoyance.

Rolling off of the mattress and stranding up, he threw her tank top towards her and she caught it, pulling it over her head as he hiked his jeans up his hips, a series of curses leaving his lips. Catriona grabbed her own jeans from where she'd left them, only just able to hear the sound of footsteps on the rickety wooden stairs outside.

David and Dwayne entered the cave seconds later, Paul and Catriona practically falling onto one of the sofas, Paul pulling Catriona over so that she was basically lounging across his lap. He pulled a joint from his jacket pocket and lit it, trying to make the scenario appear more innocent. If the others caught wind of what they'd interrupted, Catriona didn't doubt they'd be the butt of the rest of the night's jokes.

"Had a feeling you two'd be here," David said in a way of greeting "Marko's taking care of dinner."

"Nice," Catriona nodded, all too aware of Paul's fingertips tracing invisible patterns on her shoulder.

"...We interrupt something?" David smirked slowly, taking in their flushed, dishevelled appearances.

"Yeah," Paul groaned like a kid who'd been told he couldn't have any ice cream.

Catriona stifled a giggle at his response and did her best to ignore the burning of her cheeks "It's fine."

"Well shit, little bastard was right," David snorted to Dwayne who was doing a poor job at hiding his own amusement "Really though, Paul? Bad Medicine?"

"Whatever," Paul muttered, placing the joint between Catriona's lips before resting his now free hand on her thigh "Cat needs a place to stay."

"That so?" David asked, sitting down.

"I don't," Catriona shook her head quickly "Not any more. I came up with a solution."

"Since when?" Paul frowned.

"About five minutes ago."

"Five minutes ago?! When we were-"

"Before that!" she gave a laugh.

"What's going on?" David sighed, clearly not appreciating being out of the loop.

"Bryana and Sophie seized the fucking beds," Catriona snorted before exhaling smoke "Gave me nowhere to sleep. Now, before we left England we worked out the cost and Sophie and I both gave Bryana our share for the two weeks in cash, Bryana then paid for the whole thing on her card, yeah? So any additional cost goes to her card, doesn't cost me shit."

"I like where this is going," David gave a small smile.

"I go in, tell her either I get a place to sleep or I'll trash the damn room and not help her pay any of the damages."

"And what if she says no?" Dwayne eyed her, and Catriona knew what he was getting at.

At 5'3" Catriona wasn't incredibly intimidating. She looked out of place enough hanging out with The Lost Boys. She didn't exactly stand as such a threat.

"That's where my new and incredibly handsome, American friends would be as lovely as to do me a favour?" she gave a small, sheepish smile.

"Flattery'll get you everywhere," Paul murmured into her ear with a quiet laugh, hand squeezing her thigh.

"Not with these guys interrupting," she shot back, amused to see he was losing his disgruntled attitude.

"So what, you go in and make your threat and we stand around and look intimidating?" David raised his eyebrows.

"...Feel free to make mean comments too," she joked "But really, I was joking about that part...Although do feel free to help me trash the room, if it comes down to it."

"You're thinking like a Lost Boy," David nodded with a smirk "I like it."

Catriona felt an odd surge of pride at that remark, even if she didn't fully understand what Dwayne added next.

"Yeah, just we tend to get bloody."


A/N: I'm not sure whether I should change the rating to "M" seeing as I don't intend to go into full blown descriptions, and what is in this chapter is as far as I intend to go so I'm not sure?