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Chapter 12 : Reunite, Commence the Spite

"Oliver?"

His jaw dropped open in shock and surprise.

Miley stared at him curiously. "Oliver?" He heard the rest of her unspoken question behind the tremor in her voice. Who is this?

"Uh--" He could feel both pairs of eyes on him. "Miley-- Dana-- Miley-- Uh Dana, this is Miley-- My--"

"--Girlfriend," said Miley, suddenly cutting in. She had a calm look on her face, and to anybody who didn't know her, that seemed pleasant. To Oliver, he knew he was going to get it later.

"Oh hey!" Dana said cheerfully. "I'm.. Well, you already know - Dana. I'm Oliver's 'neighbour'," she said, adding the air quotes around the word.

Miley said nothing.

Oliver shrugged it off. "Uh - What brings you up here?"

"My mother told me that you were supposed to drop by, and when you didn't in the last half an hour, I thought something happened. She suggested I go find you-- But clearly, you had entertained yourself."

He blushed.

"Well, just wanted to tell you that we'd like to invite you guys over for dinner tonight. You up for it?"

Oliver noted that while the question was directed at him, Dana's eyes were now fixated on Miley, who was busying herself with patting the horse's head.

Maybe I'm looking too far into this. How bad could it get?

"Sure. I'll let my parents know."


"Come on Miley! I guess I forgot about her! We didn't even have a relationship -- It was just a few flings each time I came back for a holiday!"

Miley laughed derisively, throwing the door open. "That makes it every year then! And when Lilly and I would ask you how your holiday went, you'd go 'fine'. I bet it was!"

"Why are we fighting over this?" he asked desperately. "We just got together and we're already fighting!"

"It's more the fact that you hid something from me, even when we were just best friends. I thought we told each other everything! And now-- To find out that you had an ex-girlfriend that you've been living beside all these years!"

"Look--"

"Don't say it didn't mean anything. I saw the way she looked at you. She wants you. Don't think I don't know that," she snapped. "I bet you want her too," she muttered lowly, shooting him a dirty look before storming up the stairs.

"Miley!"

"NO!"

He ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time, quickening his pace as he heard his bedroom door slam.

"Miley! Open the door! Please!"

He jiggled the knob, noting that it wasn't locked and successfully managed to open it.

"Miley?" he asked, shutting the door quietly and locking it.

She was sitting cross-legged on the bed, a childish pout gracing her lips. She crossed her arms, and turned her head the other way.

He almost laughed, but feared it would irritate her even more.

"Miles?"

"What?" she asked sourly.

"I'm sorry."

She scoffed.

"Yeah," he continued. "I'm sorry that you think I want her, when I really don't."

She remained silent, and he saw her eyes drift towards him.

"You want to know why I don't want her?" He was standing directly in front of her now.

She gave a jerk of her head and a shrug.

He knelt down, putting his hands on her legs, gently rubbing circles on her thighs. Her lips twitched, but she continued to ignore him.

"It's because I want you." She turned her head away. He sighed. "Miley. Look at me. Please." He put his fingers on her chin, tilting her head back to face him. He gently brushed his lips against hers for a moment, then pulled away. She had an emotionless look on her face. "I want you," he repeated, completely serious. "Truthfully," he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I think I've always wanted you."

She shut her eyes. "I don't believe you."

He groaned, not believing how childish she was being about this.

"Fine. You know what, Miley? You want me to prove it? I'll prove it."

She glanced at him, her mouth curved downwards. "Prove wha--" She was cut off by his lips colliding against hers as he threw her back against the bed. A muffled "Oomph" escaped her mouth as the wind rushed out of her. She tried opening her mouth to take in air, but that encouraged Oliver to invade the space of her mouth, prodding around driving her crazy.

She inhaled shakily through her nose instead, just as he pulled back, moving his head down to suck at her neck while his hand worked at the button of her jeans. She heard his own zipper move down, and soon he had his hands pinning her down to the bed, while he tried to tug off her shirt.

He pulled it off half-way, and then, she could have sworn she heard a low growl escape him. She snapped open her eyes just as he quite literally tore the shirt right off her body. Her eyes flew shut once more as her head sank harder into the pillow. His mouth was working wonders across her stomach, across her chest, and then back down... Down.. Down..

"Holy fu--"

"Language, Miley," he teased, hands pushing her thighs apart, while his breath came down, hot and warm against the sensitive flesh. She shuddered, too drawn in to respond coherently.

He let his hand leave her thigh, sliding it up to cup her breast, teasing her. Her breathing was heavy, as she tried, tried to remember what she was so angry about.

Her mind could only keep up a continuous chant of Oliver, Oliver, Oliver, Oliver-- and Oh GOD. The things that boy does with his mouth.

"Oliverr,"she moaned, her hips rising in rhythm with his probing tongue, and now fingers.

He smacked his lips a little, moving away from her now oversensitive and soaked flesh. He moved back up her body, then pushed his mouth against hers.

"Taste yourself," he murmured against her lips before pushing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned loudly, finding the taste of herself strangely and enticingly erotic. "God, you taste good," he breathed. She shuddered, her hand wandering down his chest and stomach, almost reaching its destination before his own hand grabbed hers and pinned it above her head. She groaned.

"Whyyy?" she whined. "I want to touch you too," she mumbled against the shell of his ear.

"T-this is all about you, Miles. All. About you."

"I n-need you now," she growled, pushing him back a little so that they were both on their knees, kissing furiously on his bed.

"Mm. I love you," he breathed.

She paused momentarily in her attack on his mouth. "Say that again," she whispered, tracing a line up his chest, before brushing her lips against the corner of his mouth.

"I love you," he mumbled. "And I think I always have."

"I love you too," she said, so soft and quiet that he almost didn't hear her.

He smiled, turning his head to capture her lips, and push her back so that she was lying on the bed.

"I'm sorry," she apologised breathlessly as he nibbled her neck.

"I love you," he repeated, enjoying the way the words flowed off his tongue. "I love you," he mumbled, aligning his hips with hers as he pushed into her.

She hissed, her hips bucking up into his.

"I love you Miley Ray," he grunted out.

"S-say that again," she panted, as she struggled to keep up with his pace that was rapidly increasing.

"I. Love. You. Miley. Ray." He punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips, getting harder and harder with each passing moment.

She let out a strangled cry as he drove into her repeatedly, the bed creaking loudly. The room filled with the sounds of her breathless pants, and his grunts and groans. The bed added to the mix with it's repetitive squeaks, creaks, and thuds from the headboard banging against the wall.

He felt his stamina leaving him ounce by ounce, but pushed on, gritting his teeth. He saw Miley's eyes slip closed, and he panted, going as fast as he could.

"Open your eyes," he demanded, using his hand to stroke her cheek. "Look at me."

She did, and the moment their eyes connected, a strange electric current passed through them, zapping pleasure into their very cores. He felt his stomach tighten and loosen repeatedly and his mind started to detach itself from his body. The same went for her, and she could only feel her self flying into the clouds, high above her body.

A muffled shout left her mouth as they both released themselves at the same time.

"I'm sorry," she apologised quietly, once more.

"Don't be. I should.. Should have told you..." he murmured, rolling off her to the side, and turning his head to press a kiss against her forehead.

She snuggled into his chest, smiling.

"I think you're quite possibly the only person who makes my name sound that good."

"I like saying your name like that." He leaned down pressing a tender kiss against her lips. "Miley Ray."

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

A loud banging at the door interrupted them.

"COULD YOU TWO FUCK ANY LOUDER?! HOLY CRAP, OLIVER OKEN!"

Oliver sighed, reaching over the side of the bed to pull on his boxers and grab his t-shirt.

He tossed Miley her own clothes, smiling apologetically at the sight of her now torn t-shirt.

He strode to the door, unlocking it and yanking it open.

"Hello, Madeline. Can I help you?"

"Yeah. Um. Hi. I just wanted to tell you. Grandma and Grandpa are here."

Oliver paled. "How long have they been here?" he asked slowly.

"For about 20 minutes now," Maddie said cheerfully, smiling at Oliver evilly. "And you know how they feel about your relationships with other girls."

Oliver shut the door in her face.

He turned to see Miley sitting on the bed smiling at him curiously. "What's wrong, Ollie?"

"Uh. I think you'll see."


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