Happy BSH Saturday everyone! Look at I caught up and posted the short story and one shot this week just as promised, hope you all enjoyed them.

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Ch.55 Something is Me

(CLARE)

"You ready for our date Sexy?" Mark asks coming into the bedroom.

"Yes all ready," I smile.

"You look very sexy Sexy," Mark smiles pulling me into his arms for a sultry kiss.

It has been a week since my date with Bianca and thinking I saw Joel's car, nothing else has happened in that week and I'm fairly certain that I was imagining things. I haven't seen or heard anything from Jake, Joel, Jackass or Psycho Chick since then. I still spent the week barely leaving the house, Lucas has been over every day, he does of course watch me on the stripper pole he got us but that's maybe half an hour. Mostly he just hangs out with me and whoever is home, we watch TV and eat, he almost always sticks around until he has to get to work. Jane and Adam are over a lot too, our little apartment has become somewhat of a hub. I like all the company though, even if I was paranoid I still felt better with people here especially when my boys and girl are at work. Today however Mark was off and I had a date with him, we were going for a picnic at the beach. Mark had made all the food for our picnic and packed it in a basket, he was wearing a green short sleeve shirt and khaki shorts. I was wearing red cotton daisy dukes and a sleeveless button up white top, I had on white slip on sneakers but Mark was in his usual combat boots.

"Thank you handsome, it's Sunday we'll have to be a little bit careful," I remind him since we shouldn't really be seen in public together.

"Don't worry we're going to Ashbridge's Bay Park and we'll walk the beach from there. It's far from here and fairly secluded, very little chance of us being seen by anyone," Mark assures me kissing me softly and then puts his arm around my shoulder as we walk out to the living room.

He grabs the picnic basket and we walk down to his car. We're silent for the ride but I take his hand, we're just enjoying being together. Mark parks the car and grabs the picnic basket and the blanket, he takes my hand and we walk through the park that borders the beach, we find a secluded spot cloistered amongst trees so that we nearly become invisible. Mark spreads out the blanket and we sit down, he puts the picnic basket between our feet and begins pulling things out of it. Plastic plates and cutlery, then roasted chicken breast kept warm in an insulated bag, baby potatoes and carrots to go with it and my favorite soda to drink. I give him a soft kiss for the wonderful food and we start eating. We eat mostly in silence, enjoying the food, each other's company and listening to the sounds of the water. When I'm more than full I finally put my plate down, Mark finishes a few minutes later and he sets his plate down. He lies down and I lay with him, on my back, my head on his chest, Mark wraps his arm around me and kisses the top of my head.

"You think we'll bring our children here?" I muse after a few silent minutes.

"Of course, they'll love the outdoors, we'll take them hiking and the beach, picnics and summer BBQ's. With three dad's to BBQ we'll be having them all the time," Mark says and I giggle.

"How many kids do you think we'll all have?" I question.

"I don't know how many times do you and Bianca want to be pregnant? I'm guessing she doesn't want to be pregnant much. Still I think we'd each like to father one child, one with each of you maybe," Mark responds.

"Six children? That's a lot of kids," I comment.

"Six kids and five parents," Mark points out.

"True but it is something we'll all have to discuss it's a decision for all of us, assuming we get that far," I remark.

"What are you talking about? You're not still worried that one of us is going to leave for someone else are you?" Mark questions.

"No not like I was but we're still in high school and there's a long time between now and getting married and having kids. You can't deny the possibility that one of you will meet and fall in love with someone else or our parents will get involved and tear us apart," I point out.

Mark takes me and rolls us over suddenly so that he's straddled over me and pinning my wrists down. He's not hurting me or anything; he is grimacing at me though.

"I suppose it's possible that we'll meet someone else but it's very very extremely unlikely that anyone in this world could compare to you or make us feel the way you do. None of our parents will be able to tear us apart, we're all of legal age to move out, they can be angry but they can't stop us. We're going to have that big house you've been dreaming of and at least half a dozen kids," Mark asserts.

"We're going to need a gigantic house if we have six kids," I remark in a snarky tone and Mark growls slightly before tickling me.

I start laughing and squirming on the blanket to get away from him, he starts kissing my neck and then our lips attach. His arm comes around me, his other glides down my body and starts to part my legs. I put my hands at the back of his neck and part my lips to allow his tongue in. His fingers make it up under my shorts and I deepen the kiss just as we're interrupted.

"Mommy are they wrestling?" A young girl asks. The mom tells the girl not to look and pulls her away quickly and we break out laughing.

"How about some dessert Sexy?" Mark suggests when we're done laughing.

"Dessert sounds good," I smile and he sits up pulling me up with him.

We have lemon custard with raspberry sauce for dessert; Mark takes a spoonful and feeds me. I smile and savor it then feed him, after dessert we lay down again and Mark holds me. After a short while we get up packing the picnic basket and folding the blanket, we dispose of our trash, put the blanket and basket back in the car and then Mark puts his arm around me as we start walking along the water. When we get to the sand we sit down and take our shoes off, Mark ties the laces together and carries our shoes over his other shoulder, keeping his arm around me as we walk with our feet in the water.

"Maybe we should think about coming clean to our families, it would be nice to not have to hide anymore. The families thinking I'm only dating Drew is convenient but I hate hiding, I hate that I can't be intimate with you or Owen or Bianca in public. It would be so much easier if we didn't have to hide," I remark.

"You're right I agree completely let's go tell your mom," Mark says suddenly swooping me up and he starts walking for the car.

"No Mark I didn't mean it put me down," I beg with tears crowding my eyes as my chest gets tight by fear and a lump forms in my throat. Mark stops and puts me down, his hands at my waist and my arms around his neck as I take a deep breath. "We aren't telling the families yet because you aren't ready. I'm pretty sure that Drew isn't either, my Mom probably wouldn't care and I could give a fuck how my stepdad and stepbrother react or what they think. Bianca's aunt probably won't care and if she does Bianca won't care. Owen's family could go either way but usually they're happy as long as he's happy and not throwing people into doors. We all know that Audra will flip at first and your mom will be the worst. I know you don't like having to hide in public with me, Owen or Bianca but we also know that you aren't ready to tell our families and that's okay. We will tell the families when you're ready," Mark says taking my lips in a caring, sweet and passionate kiss.

"I know, I just worry that we'll be forced to tell them under threat of being revealed," I sigh as we begin walking again.

"It might come to that, but if it does then we'll explain why we kept it secret, most of our families will understand, your mom probably won't understand no matter what we do. No matter what happens we won't be torn apart, we have each other and our friends, it might be a fight but it won't be a fight that we're in alone," Mark reminds me.

"I know," I smile leaning over to kiss him quickly.

We walk to the end of the beach, it's a fairly small beach and there's only a few people here. Mark sits down setting down our shoes; he bends his knees with his feet dug into the sand and opens his legs. I sit between his legs, leaning against his chest, his arms around me and my arms on his, my legs outstretched and my feet in the water. He kisses my jaw and we look out at the water, we stay there for hours, watching the sun melt into the water like candle wax. Silent, intimate, loving it's like heaven; if there weren't so many people here I'd be making love to Mark in the sand and the water right now. I could have stayed there all night but eventually our stomachs growl reminding us that we haven't eaten since our lunch.

"I think we'd better go get something to eat, we could go home but I imagine we can find a nice restaurant with a view of the water," Mark suggests as he stands up and helps me up.

"That is exactly what I was thinking," I grin.

Mark picks up our shoes and puts his arm around my shoulders, I put mine around his waist and we walk back to the car. Mark drives a little ways and we park at the harbor, walking until we find a restraint with a nice view and menu we both like. It's a Sunday night in summer so the restaurant is pretty busy and there's a wait but it doesn't bother either of us. We just sit in the waiting area, me on his lap, until we're called. It works out perfectly as we get seated right at the window and just as the sun is setting. After a wonderfully romantic dinner we drive home, it's just after nine and everyone else is home, naked and waiting on the sofa for me. Well I assume they got naked when they got home as that's the routine when we're the only ones here, still it's a wonderful sight to come home to.

"How was the date?" Bianca questions as I go to the sofa and lean over the back to kiss them all hello.

"Wonderful, very sweet and romantic, I'm going to undress I'll be back in a second," I tell them.

"Why not just undress out here?" Owen asks.

"I have to use the washroom, I'll be out in a second," I reply and walk back to the bedroom.

I use the washroom, wash my hands turn off my light and walk out to the dark bedroom; I jump with fright when I see a dark figure in the room.

"It's just me didn't mean to scare you," Drew apologizes pulling me into his arms and giving me a soft apologetic kiss.

"It's okay I just wasn't expecting anyone to be there," I reply.

"No one's going to get you; no one can get in here without us knowing. I just came to tell you I heard Eli's gone for the rest of the summer. His parents sent him to his relatives in New York. I also heard Imogen is off to arts camp for the next six weeks starting Monday," Drew informs me.

"Good, two less to worry about, at least for a few weeks," I say with a sigh of relief that we won't have to worry about Jackass or Psycho Chick for a while.

"We're gonna watch a movie, are you gonna get naked and come join us?" Drew questions.

"Of course, be there in a second," I smile kissing him gently.

With the tiny bit of light in the room I see Drew grin and turn to leave the room. For some inexplicable reason I suddenly become paralyzing overcome by the feeling that I'm being watched. I look around but the room is dark, the only sounds are Drew's footsteps and his breaths as mine have stopped.

"Drew," I call to him and he stops turning around and taking a few short strides to reach me again. His arms come around me; I grip him and put my head on his chest.

"Clare what's wrong?" He asks.

"I just…" I stop before I tell him I feel like we're being watched, paranoid or not they'll go on a manhunt. "Just stay with me please," I request.

"Of course Vixen, I'm right here," he says kissing my forehead.

Drew helps me undress and then we go out to the living room with the others, I sit between Drew and Owen and never say anything about the sensation of being watched.

(DREW)

I wake up early, feeling Clare slip out of bed by crawling over me, a necessity for how we all sleep on one bed. I expect her to go to the washroom but she tiptoes out to the living room. I get up quietly following her out and see her slip on her robe, the satin one she keeps by the door to answer it when someone comes to the door.

"You expecting someone?" I ask her and she jumps, gasping slightly at the sound of my voice. "Sorry I seem to keep startling you," I apologize as she ties up her robe.

"It's okay I'm just a little jumpy I guess," she says coming over and placing a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. She goes to the fridge and gets out a bottle of water so I follow her.

"Any particular reason you're so jumpy?" I ask her leaning against the counter and pulling her to me.

"Guess I'm just worried about Joel still," she says and I kiss her cheek.

"He won't get anywhere near you, the restraining order is in effect and you're never here alone. Anyone that tries to get near you will be hurt by us and Lucas will do the same. You know all of us except Fitz are off today, we should probably run a few errands, grocery shopping for example. I'm sure Adam would come over," I tell her.

"Yeah we definitely need to run some errands, call Adam I want him to come over but Jane has to work. Lucas isn't coming over today because he knew most of you had it off and I doubt he wants to run errands with us anyway," I remark.

"I'll call Adam a little later, I doubt he's up at 6:30 on a Monday morning in the summer," I point out and she laughs a little.

"Yeah probably not, Mark doesn't have to go in until one we'll have the morning together, I'll put up some coffee and start some breakfast," she says.

"I'll help but I doubt you want to cook in your robe," I comment tugging at the robe strings so that it opens a little exposing her wonderful silky breasts.

"No but I would like an apron, I think we have enough stuff for pancakes," she says taking off her robe and putting on an apron.

I put one on too and help her, we pull out the batter, milk and eggs, I stir the batter while she heats the griddle. By the time the pancakes are ready, the syrup heated and the table set our other three get up. Sleepily dragging themselves out the living room, all of them pausing to greet Clare with a good morning kiss and Bianca kisses me as well. We sit at the table and eat, Fitz complaining that he has to go to work so Clare promises to shower with him after breakfast. While Clare showers with Fitz the rest of us clean up and then I call Adam.

"Hey bro," he answers.

"Hey want to come over; all of us besides Fitz have the day off. We're just gonna run errands and stuff but we all want to see you," I tell Adam.

"Yeah sure, I'll be over soon just need to get dressed and eat," Adam yawns.

I tell him cool and hang up; Clare and Fitz emerge naked and wet from the bedroom. We spend most of the morning lounging on the sofa and watching TV, we do make a shopping list and list of errands we need to run though. Adam texts when he's on his way over so we all know to put clothes on, Clare and Bianca actually get dressed while Fitz, Owen and I put on boxers and jeans. Adam lets himself in with his key and sits on the floor to watch TV with us. We all eat lunch and then Fitz gets ready to go to work, he kisses Clare goodbye and says goodbye to the rest of us. When Fitz is gone the rest of us get ready to run errands. We all take Owen's car since it will fit us all, our first stop is the mall, we're there for about an hour and then we go to the drug store and finally the grocery store.

"Me and the Torres brothers will get the dry goods and dairy, you two grab the produce, frozen items and meat," Clare instructs when we enter the grocery store.

"Yes mistress," Owen grins kissing her a little and slapping Clare's ass lightly.

Bianca kisses her too and we divide up with two different grocery carts. We start at one end of the store getting cereal; we all like different kinds of cereal so we get six boxes.

"You know with the amount we spend on food I'm going to need another job soon," Clare comments.

"We're working full time for summer, and Lucas helps out some, besides we have all that money in savings from working at The Red Room. Besides Tom said you and Bianca could go back to pick up some extra cash if we needed it so for now at least you don't need a job," I respond.

"Yes but I'm betting by Christmas I'll probably need a steady job," she comments grabbing a box of granola bars. "I'm going to go get milk and yogurt, I'll meet you two in the bread aisle," Clare says sauntering off.

Adam and I push the cart down to the bread aisle; we get peanut butter, jelly and bread. As I'm looking for the bread Bianca likes my arm is grabbed suddenly and I turn to see Clare. She looks scared and she doesn't have milk or yogurt, I put my arm around her as Adam comes over.

"What's wrong?" I question.

"I want to go home, now. I want to go home right now," she insists.

"Vixen what's wrong?" I ask in a slightly stronger voice as I hold her a little tighter.

"Joel's here, I saw him at the other end of the store watching me," she says.

"Where? I'll kill him," I reply growling a little.

"No Drew I just want to go home," she asserts again.

"Why don't you two catch a cab home, I'll find Owen and Bianca and tell them what's going on. We'll finish up the shopping and meet you guys there. I'll call Dad too and see if this violates his restraining order or not," Adam suggests.

"Yeah, good idea come on Vixen let's go home," I tell her and feel her let out a breath.

She smiles at Adam, takes my hand and we leave the store as quickly as she's able to walk. She makes me walk down the shopping center to a pizza place where we sit and I call a cab on my cell phone. It arrives about ten minutes later and takes us home; we get to our building and into our apartment.

"Are you okay?" I inquire once I've locked the door.

"Spooked, am I going crazy? What if it wasn't him? What if it was some other guy and I just thought it was him?"

"You were still scared that's reason enough to come home. What would you like to do now?" I ask her.

"Will you hold me in bed? Naked so I can feel all your skin, I always feel better that way," she replies.

"Of course Vixen," I smile kissing her softly.

We go back to the bedroom and I close the door, not that Adam would walk back without announcing himself, or that he would be particularly bothered as I'm his brother and Clare his best friend. Still I shut the door before we start getting undressed, I strip down quickly and I'm undressed within a few seconds. She's taken off her shoes and is unbuttoning her blouse, so I reach over and untuck her blouse from her skirt getting the other buttons open and I help her slip off the blouse. Her black lace bra cupping her breasts so nicely I lean down and kiss each one and Clare's flesh prickles under my lips, I grin and take off her bra. Unzipping her skirt and sliding it down her legs, kissing her legs as I go. Her legs lift and she kicks her skirt off, I stand again and start pulling her panties off, I kiss her clit as I get them off but leave it at that. I know she's not feeling like being ravaged right now; she needs comfort right now, nurturing and protection. So I pick her up and carry her to the bed, throwing off the covers and sheets to lie her down. I stand back a minute, admiring her gorgeous body, her milky silken skin, her voluptuous curves, every sexy inch of her body. I smile and lie down with her, pulling her into my arms and she cuddles into me, holding me tight. I kiss her forehead and gently stroke her back; we just lie together for a short while, her fingers dragging over my chest and muscles.

I feel her body relax as she starts to become at ease and unafraid. Her mood changes, her mind on other things now as she begins kissing my chest, her leg already draped over mine moves a little so that she's straddling me. She kisses her way down my chest and I feel myself getting hard but I want to take care of her. After she kisses my belly button I take her chin and tip it up, pulling her up to steal her lips, my arms looping around her I turn us so that I'm on top of her and then break the kiss. I don't have to talk, no need to speak a word she knows what I'm about to do.

Just as she did to me I kiss my way down her body, I go slow, taking my time as I trail open mouth kisses along her flesh. I reach her clit and suck lightly, flick it with my tongue eliciting a throaty rapturous moan from her lips and then I move on, down to her pussy. Wet, hot and dripping with her sweet juices my tongue shoots in thirsting to taste her. She releases a moan from the back of her throat and pleasured breath. Her hands grip into my hair, her back arching high. My tongue licks around, tickling her insides and brushing her inner flesh. She moans and shivers, her body moving and squirming as I bring her to orgasm with my tongue.

"Drew oh oh mmmmm" she calls out as she orgasms. Her body shakes violently and then collapses into the bed with a light coating of sweat. She looks amazing right now, still shaking with the erotic depths of pleasure, the beading of light sweat glistening on her under the muted light of the room as we of course have the curtains closed. She smiles at me, out of breath but very happy, I kiss her gently and she barely has the strength to kiss me back.

"I'll be right back," I tell her getting up.

"No I can…" she starts but I cut her off with a kiss.

"You can take care of me later, catch your breath right now I'll be right back," I tell her.

She just sort of nods and I get off the bed, I go into the washroom and think about Clare while I take care of myself. I hear some soft noises from the bedroom I believe is just Clare moving around. I finish and clean up, opening the door to find Clare on the step ladder under the air conditioning vent.

"Clare? What are you doing?" I question coming around and walking around the ladder. She looks petrified, her eyes are wide but filled with tears and she's holding something in her hand. "What is that?" I ask her.

"It was in the vent," she says with a shaky breath handing me the object.

It's a video camera! Someone, whose name I'm betting starts with a J, has been watching us, watching is in our bedroom! I grab Clare off the ladder, picking up Owen's hockey jersey from the floor and hand it to Clare; she slips it on while I put on boxers.

"Get dressed in the washroom, I'm calling the cops," I tell Clare.

"He's been watching us, recording us," her voice is shaking so hard she's so terrified, feeling violated and I kiss her.

"I know, get dressed okay I'm calling the cops and the others will be home soon," I assert again and she nods grabbing some clothes and going into the washroom. I call the cops and then I call Dad, Clare comes out fully dressed and I hold her tight. Dad says he'll be right over and I hear the front door open. "Come on let's go tell the others and then we'll call Fitz at work."

Update next Saturday from right about here.