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A/N: Incredibly sorry for the delay but life gets in the way far too often. Thank you for the lovely support and reviews though. You guys are outstanding and brilliant when it comes to loyalty. You're making me feel so bad for not updating. So here it is. Although I have a bit of a surprise for you guys. This chapter is the reason why this story is rated M. So if you don't want to read that and are offended consider yourself therefor warned ;) For all the other lovely pervs, enjoy :D

Song used Early November by Miranda Lee Richards

Caught In The Headlights

Paul pushed the door open and we were confronted with a loud explosion of words. He was carrying my bags and I was surprised he was able to hold all of them at once and be able to hold onto my hand at the same time. He gently pushed me behind him and far too exhausted to protest I let him. His heat scorching every fibre of my being. I dropped my eyes to the floor as I heard Jared's frantic voice.

"Paul, where the fuck have you been?" He demanded. "Sam called. Faye's gone again. He wants us to-" Jared was cut off abruptly as he fell silent. I couldn't see him but I was quite sure he had now found out that I was standing behind Paul. "You've got to be kidding me." Jared exclaimed coolly. The incredulity in his voice was overpowering and only fuelled my embarrassment.

Paul took a step inside and exposed my presence to Jared whose jaw was practically on the floor. I averted my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest self-consciously. I didn't want to come back to this!

"You're here?" Jared sounded baffled and I nodded quickly.

"Surprise!" I said, trying to add some humour but that didn't go well by the others. Paul rolled his eyes as Jared wore an expression of incredulity. I gave them a weak smile. "Or not."

"Jared, why don't you run by Sam's house and tell them she's here." Jared nodded quickly.

"Sure." He responded cautiously. Jared stepped past us and closed the front door. The silence that hung in the air was now thick and heavy. I swallowed the lump in my throat but it still hung in the space it kept occupying and I realised my eyes weren't completely dry yet. The burning still there and it would come back as quickly as I thought it would be gone. I sniffed and let out a quickly breath.

"Come on." Paul muttered and he nudged me towards the stairs. "Why don't you take a shower. You need to get out of these clothes." I followed him up the stairs as he dropped off my bags in the guest room. I blinked and eyed the room with caution. The exact room where I thought I saw Devon about a month ago. Was that normal? I let out a sigh and Paul turned towards me. His dark eyes held a thoughtful look. Almost as if he knew what went through my head, right now.

"I'll show you the bathroom." Paul said and he grabbed my arm and lead me to the door at the end of the hall. His bathroom was spacious and incredibly white. The brightness wouldn't be overruled by anything and as I stood in the lighted space I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I looked horrible.

My hair was a mess, knots tangled at the ends of my thick brown hair. My eyes, bruised with circles, looked greener than ever. And my skin, God I was a mess. Paul stood behind me and he gave me a small pat on my head. His hand feeling warm and I wanted to sink into his warmth. It felt so incredibly good right now. He let go of me too soon and opened one of the cabinets before cursing.

"Hang on, I'm going to grab you a towel." I nodded as he left the bathroom, leaving me alone in this bright spacious spot I really didn't want to occupy right now.

I leant against the cabinet. There were several thoughts crossing my mind. All of them simultaneously. But there was only one thing that was truly dominant right now. And that was the thing I had wanted to tell Paul. The thing that truly frightened me. I knew that to Paul I was sounding overly paranoid. But he didn't know that something truly did happen. I wasn't sure whether I should've told him, or should tell him, because it still haunted me. The sole reason I left Meridian immediately. It wasn't because Devon kept watching me from afar. It was because he had come close before, I knew what he could do.

My throat constricted and I could feel the fear and hurt assault me again. Why couldn't he let me go. It was months ago. Though I remembered it like it just happened seconds ago. Which was even worse.

"Mum, I'm home!" I cried out as I shut the door behind me. It was incredibly dark. "Sorry, I'm late. But I got caught up at work. I spoke to Allison, she thinks I might have a chance to be transferred for an internship if I want to. But-" I stopped talking as I looked around. I frowned. It was deathly quiet, and I thought I had seen my mother's car in the driveway. I turned around and dropped my bag on the coffee table. The only light shining in the living room came from outside as the blinds weren't shut. Something pricked at the back of my mind and I shivered turning around. I swear I could feel eyes on me. As I walked past the window I saw that I wasn't wrong. My mother's car was here. So she was home?

I moved to the kitchen and to my surprise the door was open. My mother never left the door open even if she was home. "Mum!" I yelled and I turned around. Something wasn't right. I could feel the dread set in and I quickened my pace and ran up the stairs when I slammed into a solid wall that was never there before. I shrieked and a cold hand cut me off, pushing my back against the wall as his dark eyes hovered above mine. A malicious smile painted on his face.

"No more running now!" His voice was low as his hands curled around my upper arms. I blinked surprised.

Devon?

I struggled against his grip. "Let go of me!" I ordered. There was a tremor in my voice that didn't go by unnoticed. A strange gleam shone in his eyes that only grew as his grip on me tightened. "I'll scream!"

"Go ahead." He taunted. "No one can hear you." My insides froze as those words left his mouth and I eyed him with caution.

"What do you mean?" I whispered. My breath caught in my throat as it kept constricting. "What did you do to my mother?"

"She's gone." He raised his hand and trailed the side of my face with his index finger. "Don't worry. She's fine." He admitted and he gave me a small smirk. His finger stopped at my pulse point. "You, however, are not."

As those words left his mouth I raised my knee and hit him right in the family jewels. His grip on me fell and I pushed him away and quickly ascended the stairs up to my room. I could hear his groans of pain as he lay on the floor. My heart was racing and I realised I had to call the police. Anyone for that matter, he was crazy. I had to get away. Suddenly a hand enclosed itself around my ankle and pulled me down. I threw out my hands as I practically got dragged down the stairs. I let out a scream and kicked my free leg and felt it collide with something as an exclamation of pain rung in my ears. I was breathing heavily as I quickly ran up the remaining steps.

"Come back here! You bitch!" Devon was screaming like a lunatic now and I quickly put my hand on my mouth as I slammed by bedroom door shut. I locked it and moved to the phone on the table. Practically abusing that thing myself. I dialled 911 and held it against my ear. My hands were shaking fervently and even though I was breathing loudly and was able to hear anything besides that, there was one thing clear.

There was no dial tone.

"Here you go." Paul's voice brought me back to where I was now and I moved away from him startled. The ghost of the past still lingering. He frowned and put the towel away. "You alright?" I nodded quickly and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I took a deep breath and Paul sighed, grabbing my arm and pulling me near him.

"Don't worry, alright! Just talk to Sam. We'll take care of it." His dark eyes peered down at me and I still wondered why he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Paul, what's your offence against actual clothes?" I asked, trying to lighten the air. He looked down at himself with a confused expression before he rolled his eyes. A ghost of a smile on his face.

"I find them restricting." He muttered lowly and I let out a small laugh. Paul entwined my hand with his again and I was so overwhelmed with his heat I could do nothing but stare. "Faye." Why did he have to say my name like that? "You're going to be fine." I gave him a weak smile and tried to refrain the urge to scoff. "Stop worrying.."

I turned my eyes to him again. I could feel the tingle on my skin as he watched me. The slight change in the atmosphere as it charged with static energy. "Easier said than done." I admitted and I turned my eyes back to his bare chest. His skin looked so incredibly smooth.

He let out a sigh and his chest mimicked the movement. I swallowed thickly. "We'll take care of it." Paul muttered. "You're safe here." For some reason we had closed the distance between us without even realising. We were like magnets, drawing each other closer and closer till there was nothing standing in between us. The static in the air was charging and I could feel it on my skin. I wondered if he could feel it too.

"I know." I whispered, for some reason not knowing what I had just said. My head tilted to the side as I could see Paul lean in to me. I whispered his name and his eyes darkened, before I knew it he had pressed his lips against mine. The immediate heat took over and I responded to the kiss with equal fervour as I wrapped my hands around his neck, pushing myself onto my toes, trying to compensate for my lack of height when it came to Paul.

I could feel his heart pulse through my chest, it was a soft fluttering, one that kept accelerating and I tried to move even closer to him. The fire that ignited underneath my skin was scorching hot, for some reason it could've matched Paul's own temperature. His lips, warm and wet were moving fervently against mine and something stirred in the pit of my stomach. I let out a small whimper as I dug my nails into Paul's skin. For some reason Paul saw the need to separate the two of us.

"Faye, wait. You-" He began but I interrupted him.

"Not now. Please just..." I closed my eyes momentarily. "Please, just kiss me." I whispered and stared into Paul's eyes. The need to feel him, everything, was so incredibly strong. That I could feel every fibre of me seek out contact. We were magnets waiting to collide. We were everything else that wanted this so incredibly badly. And I knew that he thought this was a bad idea. But Gods, I just wanted to feel alright. I wanted him to make me alright.

"Faye, I'm not going to take advantage of the situ-" I didn't let him finish, ignoring his reluctance.

"I know." I responded. "But I want to." I put my hand on his chest, his heart was still beating. Pulsing loudly beneath my palm. I pressed my lips against his skin. My hands trailing down his chest, coming to a stop at his hips. I could feel the muscles contract as my fingertips ran over his taut abs. I didn't see Paul's answer to my assurance. Nor did I want to. I just wanted to feel. I moved my hands to the blouse I was wearing and started to loosen the buttons. My eyes were firmly set on his chest. I could see the movements mimic his breaths. Some more heavier than the other.

"Faye." Paul grabbed hold of my wrists and pulled away my hands from my blouse. The buttons halfway done. I opened my mouth to protest but Paul leaned in and kissed me. His mouth demanding every aspect of my attention and I felt his tongue run over my upper lip, my mouth already granting him access. I had never thought of doing this with Paul.

Or perhaps I had. But I had never thought of actually following through. Yes, the need was always there. I suppose our sexual tension was palpable. But Gods, this actually felt so incredibly right that I felt I was undone right here, right now. Paul's hands moved between our bodies to the remaining buttons and he quickly unbuttoned them, pushing my blouse away at the shoulders. The fabric sliding to the white tiles. The dark colour contrasting wildly against the tiles. I could feel Paul's hands on the small of my back. His finger digging deeply into my skin and I whimpered, looking for closeness as my own hands kept running up and down his chest. My nails leaving marks where I could.

I whispered his name as his hand ran down my back. His hand cupping my behind before fully lifting me up. I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist as he gently disposed me on the bathroom counter. My legs still keeping him trapped as I could feel the dampness set in between my legs. The hot wave shaking me to my core. Paul pulled away his lips from mine yet kept kissing me down my throat. His lips seeking skin, marking, biting, soothing. I ran my hand through his hair. The soft black locks like silk between my fingers.

"Faye." Paul had a way saying my name. And I wanted him to keep doing that. The hoarse breathy whisper was my becoming and I let my head fall back as his lips breached the swell of my breasts. The strong, hard planes of his shoulders were beneath my fingertips. My hands tracing his muscles as they moved in sync with mine. I could feel the obvious sign of his arousal against my inner thigh and I shifted my hips trying to relief the aching need that kept contracting between my legs.

I could feel the urgency set in now. Before things were going slow, or so it felt. Time had slowed down. The only thing I heard was our rough breathings and the soft whispers as we exclaimed each other's names. I pulled him back for a kiss, my tongue gliding fervently against his. Tasting him as our skin smouldered with the hot aching want. His hands pushed down the straps of my bra and he easily unclasped it, exposing my chest to his eyes. His kisses slowed down and I bit down on his lower lip, pulling it out, trying to seek some attention. The heat growing despite its tempo.

"Paul." I whispered hoarsely as he pulled away. For the first time I could see the obvious want in his eyes. Almost black in colour as he pressed his forehead against mine.

"You can still back out." He whispered. The fact he was able to keep his voice steady was envying. He ran his hand down the back of my hand, till it came to a stop on my bare back. I could feel his palm on me, the callousness of his fingers enchanting me. I closed my eyes, shutting away from Paul. I just wanted to feel him.

"I'm not that generous." I responded back and grabbed his hips, pulling him against me with strength I never knew I had. I let out a gasp as my heated centre pressed against him, the immediate torturous relief was mind blowing and my voice grew into a moan as Paul ran his hands over my ribs to the sides of my breast. Teasing me as sharp stabs of pleasure ran through me. My nipples hardened in response and I whispered something incoherently before slowly letting myself go. I kicked off my shoes and socks as I reached down in between our bodies, my hand slipping into his shorts. The fact he wasn't wearing any boxers not surprising me at all. I reached for his arousal, stroking the hardened length with my fingertips, slowly before growing in confidence and wrapping my hand around it.

Paul let out low moan, his deep voice reverberating in his chest as he pressed his face in the crook of my neck. His breath tickling the sensitive skin. "Faye...Fuck, you're killing me." I could feel the smile on my face as his hand halted on my breast and squeezed softly, his thumb flicking across my nipple. I ghosted my own gasp. The heat and stabs of desire taking over my senses completely.

Suddenly I was sick of this foreplay and I pushed down his shorts in a quick movement. Paul's teeth gently pulled at the skin above my collar bone before pressing his hot lips down to the centre of chest. His lips finally kissing the spots I wanted him to. His hands rubbing up and down my ribs before gripping my hips as his mouth enclosed around my nipple. My nails leaving imprints on his back as I could feel my muscles contract tightly.

I could feel his ragged breaths on my skin as he trailed a path down to my stomach, his hands gripping the sides of my jeans. I wanted to get rid of the clothing. The fabric so incredibly smothering that I felt I was going to choke. Reaching down and unbuttoning my jeans I let Paul pull it down. His hands so incredibly slowing the pace that my knees weakened.

After a torturous moment my jeans joined the pile of clothing on the floor, leaving me in my underwear as Paul was completely bare. I had never been this naked with Paul before. And I found myself stopping completely. The hard planes of his muscles, the intricate way they reacted to his movements mesmerising me and I reached to him, putting my hand on his chest, the desire to feel his heart making me feel so grounded.

I could feel Paul's eyes on my body and even though there was a side of me that wanted to hide I kept my arms firmly against my side. No more hiding, not from Paul. I let out a small sigh and stepped near him as Paul kissed my forehead.

"Thank you for not hiding." He whispered and I could feel the affection grow. "You're absolutely enchanting." He continued and with that I pushed down my panties and stepped out of it.

So I was finally going to have sex with Paul.

I wondered how we were going to continue. Paul grasped my waist with his hips bringing me close to him before slamming his lips against mine. The passion returned in a fully fledged flight and I found myself wrapping my legs around his waist as he lifted me up, I could feel the cool tiles against my back and I realised we were now in the shower. Somewhere in between the water began to pour down and I gasped as the cold water contacted my skin. The sudden chill feeling shocking on my aroused skin. Paul's hands gripping my wrist as he held them against the wall. I shifted my hips, drawing out a ragged moan as I ghosted across the most sensitive of areas.

My lips seeking release the same way my body was.

It happened in a split second. Our eyes met briefly before I could feel him slid inside of me. The feeling of my muscles wrapped around him, already quivering was earth shattering and I gasped. The same way Paul did as he rested his forehead against my chin. I could feel every single bit of him, trying to stay in control, trying to fight the urge to let loose immediately.

And he began to move slowly. His arms shaking slightly as he pressed his lips against my shoulder. His hips rocked forward, sliding in deeper and I could feel the wholeness. He shifted again and I could feel my eyes roll back into my head as I arched my back into him. My breasts pressing against his chest, fuelling the passion. Paul picked up the pace, feeling my urge to quicken as our bodies moved in a frenzy. My lips moved across his face, his lips, his neck as our hips collided.

Our moans echoed lightly in this white tiled heaven of pleasure yet the rush of our passion deafened me immediately. My attention solely on receiving what I wanted. As we kept on rocking and our hips shifting simultaneously the strain in the pit of my stomach reached its peak.

"Paul!" I gasped. Feeling his muscles ripple and undulate beneath my finger tips. His lips brushed across mine and I briefly caught his face. His eyes locked in concentration and utter restrain but most of all affection and something swelled in my chest. It was blooming and only added more passion to what I was feeling. The water was still pouring, our skin slick with the wetness. At some point the water had grown in temperature but I was surprised I hadn't noticed. The steam fogging up any reflection. Making this scene even more surreal.

I was really here, was I?

Paul grasped my hand and entwined our fingers before pushing against me again, my back sliding across the tiles as the fire kept on growing. Our release was near, I could feel it as my muscles clamped itself around his even more tightly and I closed my eyes as they clenched around him completely.

It was fireworks.

Colours were blinding me behind my eyelids I could see what I was feeling which was even more incredibly. My legs were around him in a vice grip as his body tensed and thrust forward one more time as his release followed quickly after mine. The burning lingered in me and I could feel our bodies relax. The muscles letting go softly and Paul's arms shook slightly as he lowered me again. My own legs unable to hold my weight. I pulled at his back in a poor attempt at keeping my balance. Paul saving me once again from falling. He pressed his body against mine, his arm around my waist tightly.

I closed my eyes again. Soaking up the peace and quiet after the fine frenzy we had involved ourselves in. I exhaled softly, my voice inaudible over the pouring water and Paul reached out turning it off. My wet hair was clinging to my skin and I realised that our hands were still interlaced together. And for some reason that meant more to me than anything.

Tears burned at the back of my throat and I pressed my lips together, trying to keep it in. Paul's hand cupped the side of my face and I could feel his thumb beneath my eyes. Rubbing the sensitive skin tenderly. I opened my eyes and found him staring at me.

"Hey." I whispered and a smile tugged at the corner of his eyes.

"Hey yourself." Paul returned and I raised my hand, tracing a finger over his jaw.

Suddenly a door slammed shut downstairs and I gave Paul a startled glance. He cursed loudly and to utter horror Sam's voice reverberated in response.

"Faye? Paul?" Sam sounded frantic and I eyed Paul with a shocked look on my face. He turned on the shower again.

"I'll deal with it, take a shower." He ordered me gently and he slid out of the shower, leaving me alone. The distance making me nostalgic.

He had to know that this wasn't a onetime thing.

"Paul!" I cried out and eyed him as he turned around. "We-we have to talk-"

"Later." He interrupted me and his eyes told me that there was no arguing him on that and I nodded as he left the bathroom with a soft click of the door.

And now I was completely alone.

A/N: Next chapter up soon :) I promise!Let me know your thoughts, I love to hear from you guys :)