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A/N: Ah, I tried to make this as non-cheesy as I could, but I don't know if it worked. I hate being cheesy haha. A little smut in this chapter too. You've been warned.

Love Is Insane And Baby We Are Too

Chapter 37: Reconciliation

I sighed and rolled over in my bed that night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. My room was empty, Amy still staying in the suite with Matt, and I was driving myself crazy with my thoughts. It was only ten because we were getting up early to go to MGM. But I just couldn't sleep to save my life.

I wanted to talk to Jeff so badly. And he was here; in one of the Polynesian suites just like Matt and Amy were. But he was alone. And so was I.

I sat up in bed, turned the bedside lamp on and leaned against the headboard. My eyes were glued to my charging cell phone. Should I call him? We'd had such a great day today. Things had been a little awkward for the first few hours, but comfort settled in and it felt like nothing had happened, with the exception of not kissing or making any affectionate physical contact.

I hope I don't wake him up.

I waited patiently for Jeff to pick up his phone, wondering if he was already asleep since it took a while or him to answer. "Hey," he answered, obviously knowing it was me.

"Hi. I didn't wake you up, did I?" I asked as I got out of bed and slipped my flip-flops on. I grabbed my keycard and left my room, heading towards the elevators.

"Nah, I'm not even in bed," he informed, and I could hear the breeze in the phone. "Why, what's up?"

"Do you wanna hang out for a little while or something? I can't sleep," I told him with a light, nervous laugh.

"Course. Where'd you wanna meet me?"

"Well where are you?" I asked, getting inside the elevator and punching in the ground floor button.

"I'm just outside the Polynesian. There's like a little beach and garden back here. It's nice."

"Okay, well I'll just take the monorail over there." I was, for some unknown reason, in the All Star hotel instead of the Polynesian with all my friends. Okay, so not all my friends were there. But the ones I wanted to be near were.

Mainly Jeff at this point.

I got on the monorail and thought deeply while I rode. Am I making the right decision here? I'm getting myself in deep again. My decision has pretty much been made; I'm not ready to just forget about my relationship with Jeff. I want to salvage it. I guess it all depends on him at this point. What if rehab made him think we were unhealthy or something like that?

Once at my stop, I shuffled off the train, a little freaked out by two teenage guys that were ogling me in my shorts and tank pajamas. Not exactly positive where I was going, I took my chances and walked around the hotel, finding the little beach easily. The sand was pure white except for the silhouette of a guy with a bun in his hair.

I smiled at the sight of Jeff and hugged my arms, feeling the breeze coming from the water give me goose bumps. I walked through the perfect sand and made my way over to Jeff, who stood staring out into the water. How very Jeff of him. That made me smile. He was coming back.

"This sand is so white," I pointed out as I stood next to him. Smart boy had worn a sweatshirt.

He looked over at me and smiled. "Yeah I know. You cold?" he asked, noticing me rubbing my arms.

"I'll get used to it," I assured him, but he immediately pulled his hoodie over his head and handed it to me. Ugh, it feels like ages ago I lounged around his clothes.

"I'm not even cold, so just take it," he demanded, laughing lightly as he draped the hood over my face. I pulled the sweatshirt on and shoved my hands in the front pocket. "So, what's up?"

I inhaled deeply, the salty water mixing with Jeff's musky, earth scent. "Nothing. I just couldn't sleep."

"Me neither." Jeff fell down into the sand, legs crossed and arms straight behind him, supporting his torso. I pulled the bottom of the hoodie over my butt and sat down next to him a little more delicately, trying not to get sand up my short shorts. "So, how're ya enjoyin' Disney?" he spoke up after a brief moment of just listening to the waves.

"I'm having fun. We didn't get to go on Peter Pan though today. I love that one," I whined overdramatically and Jeff chuckled.

"You wanna go back? I'll go with you if you wanna," he offered and I smiled. Things are feeling a lot more natural the longer we sit here.

"Really? You'll indulge my childishness?" I joked.

"Hell yeah. I'll wear some green tights too if ya want," he chuckled. I snorted and buried my face in my bent knees at the image of Jeff in some Peter Pan tights.

Things calmed again and we both stayed quiet, but comfortably. I hugged my knees and kept my head resting on them, staring right at Jeff as he sifted his fingers through the sand. He didn't notice me watching him for a while, unless he just stayed quiet about it. "What're we doin' X?"

I sucked in a sharp breath at his soft-spoken question. His eyes stayed on the sand and I thought about it for a second, sitting up straight. What are we doing? What am I doing?

It's just that I still love him so much...

I moved to my knees and leaned into Jeff, pressing my lips into his, then moving my face away. Just a test, to see what he was feeling.

His lively green eyes were heavily lidded and he looked confused, but not angry. So I took it upon myself to resume the kiss, my hands creeping around his neck as I maneuvered myself into his lap.

'I just want to move on. Not from you, but from what happened. The past is the past and you aren't absent from my future.'

That's what the letter would've said.

But there really wasn't much need for a letter at this point, while Jeff leaned forward and pushed his tongue into my mouth, strong hands gripping at my waist.

Jeff pulled our lips apart, eyes closed, and pressed his forehead against mine. "You should stay with me tonight," he suggested, our lips so close that when his moved they tickled mine. "That bed's too big to sleep in alone."

It's true what they say in romance novels. Right after a fight, the fight that looks like it's the fight to end all fights between two lovers, you really do feel complete during the make up sex.

Jeff was propped up on the pillows, eyes half shut, hair matted to his forehead with sweat, fingertips digging into my hips.

I felt like I would never get tired of riding him or pulling my hands through his fading purple hair or digging my fingernails into his chest. Everything had been so tantalizingly slow up until this point.

I was so tempted to just stop the elevator on our way up to the room. Amy was right. I had a tremendous itch to scratch, and apparently only one guy was worthy enough to scratch it.

A sudden guilt fell over me as I remembered Devine. How I'd kissed him. What I'd almost done with him! I feel like I betrayed Jeff in some horrible, indirect way even though we weren't together at the time.

Thinking I'd gotten tired, Jeff pushed me off of him and onto my back against the soft sheet. My loose black hair spilled over the plush pillows and I sighed, pushing the thoughts out of my mind. I shouldn't feel bad. I didn't actually do anything wrong. I should be relishing in the things Jeff's doing to my body right now, not feeling guilty about a fling that didn't actually happen.

Jeff bit down on my collarbone and I squealed, pulling at his hair. "What're you a vampire now?" I asked as he wedged himself between my legs, hands rubbing the inside of my thighs teasingly.

"Maybe," he said as he trailed kisses over the slope of my breast, then bit down again. My body lurched and I tugged at his hair again, absolutely in love with the way Jeff looked, his green eyes watching my expression as he continued his path southward, hair falling from the tie at the back of his neck, hanging in his sweat glistened face.

He left another nip on my hipbone and dug his fingertips into my hips again before biting down really hard on my thigh. A choked cry came out of my mouth as soon as Jeff's tongue began its assault on my soaked core.

My heels dug into the mattress and I gripped the headboard as he went to work, holding my hips down as they attempted to buck. He sucked and swirled and lapped in the exact right places, and soon he was giving my ring name a whole new meaning.

"Did you like that?" he asked huskily, coming back up and using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. I didn't answer, a little winded from the orgasm, my legs still quivering. "Did you?" he pushed.

"No, I was pretending," I quipped back, running my hands over his built shoulders and resting them there as he repositioned himself at my entrance.

"Brat," he growled, grabbing my wrists so tight they hurt and pinning them to the bed. I grinned up at him before giving him a pout.

"I wasn't done on top," I complained, trying to slide my wrists out from under Jeff's hands, but not really having much luck.

"That sucks, huh?"