Sunlight was the first thing that Bell noticed as she stirred from the deep throws of slumber, the light creating fluid movement behind her closed eyelids. She burrowed closer to the warmth to her side. The scent of pine and old spice let her know that it was her twin. Michael's arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her closer, his breathing not changing from its calm intake and outtake. Bell had to bite back a smile as a loud snore tore from his chest. Michael could sleep through the world ending. It was a running joke in the Emerson household that the twins could sleep through anything. Raising her head from underneath Michael's arm, she noted that they were both still in their clothing from the night before. Well, at least the boys did not try and change them. Rising fully, she winced as her curls tangled with Michael's own. She left the warm and wrinkled bed and wandered towards her room. Bell was in dire need of a hot shower and a strong cup of coffee. Maybe I could steal some of Grandpa's cookies. He would not kill his only granddaughter over a cookie. The last thought did not come out as strong as the first. Her grandfather was not the calmest man nor the most normal. But he did love her. She was totally going to steal a cookie and he could be mad later. Bell entered her room and sighed at what she knew was waiting for her.

Patting her hair dry, Bell sauntered out of her bathroom, steam following behind her. A terry cloth towel was wrapped around her, the cool skin of the night causing goosebumps to arise on her bare shoulders. Making sure her bedroom door was locked, Bell prepared to unwrap the towel from around her.

"Are you unwrapping my gift?"

Bell jumped; a sharp gasp trapped within her throat. Gripping her towel, she twisted to see David lounging on her bed. The pale white of her sheets offset by the starkness of his black clothing. His lips were twisted into a wicked smirk as his eyes roamed over her bare skin, drinking her in. Bell found herself watching him as well. The way he was sprawled on her bed would have some thinking he was relaxed, but Bell could see the way his body was coiled. Power lay underneath the fabric, hiding his skin from her gaze. He was waiting for something. Waiting for me. Without even realizing it, Bell was drawing closer, her eyes continuing their roaming of his form. David's glacial blues locked with her emerald, drawing her in, beckoning her closer. Her tongue swiped across her lips when she felt the warmth of his skin brushing against hers. A leather gloved hand trailed into her curls, pulling her closer, deeper into his warmth. Sandalwood met her as she inhaled deeply, dragging in as much air as she could as her face neared his own. A flare of hunger ran through her. It felt like fire coursing through her veins and the only solace came from his leather clad form. Her eyes drifted from his own to the pale expanse of skin that lay between his neck and shoulder. Her head dropped and her lips were pressed to that very skin before she could even think of what she was doing.

His scent was so very strong at this point. It surrounded her, drowned her. She could not pull away. If anything, she wanted to be closer. She wanted to taste. It would be so easy. Her lips caressed the smooth skin exposed as her nose ran up the column of his throat. The hand that was in her curls tightened as his other hand shot out to grasp her hip. Bell jolted at the touch. Heat emulated from everywhere they touched. A whimper rose from her throat as she burrowed closer to him. A rumble began to erupt from his chest at the sound as though he could sense her distress.

"I know, flower."

It would be so easy. She could smell him. Could taste him on the tip of her tongue. It would be so simple to just… Her mind drifted as she nipped at the column of his throat. David inhaled sharply through his nose and the hand that was in her hair was quick to pull her away. Bell sighed at being taken away from the solace that she had found in his embrace. His eyes were warm as they ran over her face. The hand that was on her hip came up to grip her face, a leather cover thumb running over her bottom lip. Bell's eyes slid shut before opening again to meet David's own. She caught the leather between her teeth and pulled. Fire flashed behind those blues as he pulled his hand away from her only to return it to her, free of the glove that had separated them before. This was her first time feeling his bare skin against her face. His hand was not smooth, the callouses on his skin brushing against the softness of her cheeks. One of her hands rose to run through the hair at the base of his neck. The hand that was still on her face gripped her tighter and began to pull her face down towards his own. Bell was lost in the haze that he had surrounded her with.

"David…"

His lips had just brushed her own when her bedroom door slammed open. In an instant, the body underneath her own was gone and she was falling to her bed. Her hands clenched into her comforter set as she fought to calm herself. Her skin was on fire and her head was pounding. So close. Forcing her body onto her back, she glared at whoever was standing in her doorway. She was met by the sight of her twin. Michael opened his mouth to say something, but Bell raised her hand to stop him. She was so not in the mood to hear whatever he was going to say to him.

"But I-"

"No, Michael."

"But, Bell-"

"Michael, give me five minutes and I will talk to you."

He opened his mouth as if to argue with her but the glare she sent him had him turning around the leaving the room. Bell fell back onto the bed and sighed. Running her hands down her face, she tried to regather her thoughts. Her head was pounding, and she could hear a ringing in her eyes. She tried to calm the beating of her head.

"David, I am going to kick your ass."

Twenty minutes found her on the back of Michael's motorcycle, arms wrapped around her twin. Michael had apparently woken up and was worried when she was not with him. She had been quick to tell him that she had desperately needed a shower. For obvious reasons, she had left out David's visit. Popcorn and salt water greeted her as they neared the boardwalk. Sam had ridden down with their Mom since she was working the night shift tonight. Max must be growing a pair. Michael parked his bike near the staircase they had ridden off the night before. Bell hopped off the back of his bike and called out over her shoulder, "I'll see you in the morning, brother."

Before Michael could even argue, she was gone. She was on a mission. She had a point to prove. David could not just come and go as he pleased. He could not push her to the limit and then disappear without even a warning, leaving her in a disarray. It was simply not fair. Following her gut, she strolled through the crowd. She had no idea where she was going but she knew who her body was leading her toward. It was like following a string, a pulling in her gut. Max's Video store came into her line of sight, but she was not stopping to see Max tonight. The roar of motorcycle engines met her ears and she instantly changed course, following the noise. She was nearly running now, the pull in her stomach starting to hurt. So close.

Bell could hear them now. Marko and Paul were laughing, an inside joke between the two of them. Her heart felt light hearing them. Her eyes caught sight of Dwayne stepping off his own bike. Finally, her eyes landed on the object of her search.

David.

Only to find him already watching her. Everything else blurred. Her hearing sounded as though everything was underwater. David was all she could see. Inhaling deeply, she could only smell him. She wanted to be surrounded by him. She wanted a taste. Her feet were moving, each step reminiscent of the fast beating of her heart. So close.

He was just in front of her now. Bell did not stop, her feet moving even further now. His arms opened and she smashed into him. His arms were immediately around her waist, his trench coat wrapping around her as she leapt. Her legs instantly wrapped around his waist. Her own arms found themselves hanging over his shoulders. Her face was once again burrowed into the skin between his shoulder and neck. Teeth latching onto the skin there before she could even realize what she was doing. She did not bite down enough to break the skin but she wanted to. What is happening to me? One of David's arms that was wrapped around her waist found a home in her hair, pulling her away from his neck. Bell let him pull her away, her eyes meeting his. She licked her lips, her mouth parched at the heat in his gaze. All she could see was him.

"I just want a taste."

The corner of David's mouth lifted up. The hand in her hair released its tight grip to run down a solo curl on the side of her face, his touch causing her to shiver. Tightening her legs around his waist, she pulled herself closer to him, needing to be flush against him. She leaned her face down, rubbing her cheek against his own. His stubble brushed against her skin. Sandalwood and cigarettes engulfed her. Her lips caressed the skin of his cheek down towards his lips. Her eyes met his own as they shared a breath. Her voice was a whisper as her lips swept across his own, "Just a taste, David. Please."

A hand came up to cup her cheek, pulling her face closer to his own. Her hair had fallen and created a curtain around the both of them. The only thing that existed was the small bubble that had been created between the two of them. Just as their lips met for the first time, David rasped, "Can't have my girl starving."

And with that, their lips crashed against one another. One of Bell's hands was grasped in David's hair while the other was cupping one side of his face, holding him to her. David was not pulling away. He was pulling her closer with a groan coming from his chest. Without hesitation, Bell opened her mouth to his and let him in. She nearly whimpered as she finally tasted him. Her headache was gone. The anger and aggravation he had caused was all gone. All she cared about was this. Was him. In this moment, he was all that mattered. It was him and this connection that they shared. As they held each other in that timeless embrace, Bell only knew one thing.

She would do anything to keep this feeling with her.

She pulled away by only a fraction, gasping for air that her poor lungs had been deprived of. Her heart was beating in time with each inhale. All she could taste was him. Her eyes closed as she licked her lips, savoring it. Savoring him. Opening her eyes, she found David watching her. His eyes were locked on her lips, but they trailed up her face as she opened her eyes, leaving a path of heat in their wake. It was not softness lurking behind those eyes. No, this was something else. This was something unleashed. It seemed that David had been craving a taste as well. Bell's hand that was still cupping his cheek tightened as she whispered, "More."

David responded to her quiet plea and Bell angled her head to meet his lips. Just as they were about to brush again, a voice rang out, "Who knew we had tickets to the private show?"

They both paused and their eyes met once more. David's held murderous intent while Bell's shone with mischief. Pulling away from one another, they turned simultaneously to look at the owner of the voice. Paul. Oh, Paul. What have you gotten yourself into? Bell's lips curled into a wide smile, reminiscent of the age-old cat from Wonderland. She slid down David's body, a hand on his chest holding him at bay.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

Her voice was beguiling, no trace of innocent, only sultry intent. David tensed underneath her hand and she scratched down his chest. Paul smirked, "Oh yeah. Little Bit, I didn't know you had it in you."

David's hand found a place on the small of her back, guiding her closer to the others while also holding her to his body. Her eyes met Paul's own, "You don't know me, Paul. Not yet. But you will."

Letting go of David, she laid her hand on Paul's shoulder. Her voice was soft, "But I need a partner in crime. Marko's pretty good at causing trouble and Dwayne would probably stop me half the time. I need someone to raise a little bit of chaos."

The biggest smile she had ever seen spread across his face. He took the hand that was on his shoulder and spun her around. Laughter rang through his words as he said, "We'll set the world on fire, Little Bit."

Marko's voice rang out as he threw his arms around both of them, "And raise a little hell along the way, Poison."

Dwayne surprised her when he joined in with the banter, "I'll bring the gasoline."

All four of them turned their heads to stare at David. His gaze was appraising as it ran over all of them. A warm feeling had settled in her chest and the pounding in her head was gone. A sense of rightness filled her. This was how it was supposed to be.

David's voice rang out, "Flower, I do believe you are going to cause trouble."

He may have been trying to sound cold but Bell could hear the pride in his tone. A smile lit up her face and she called out, "Gentlemen, I do believe the night is yours."

"Ours, flower."

Ours. Yes, that did have a nice ring to it.

AN: Hey readers! Hope you enjoyed the update. Let me know what you think below. I also just kind of went with the flow this chapter so I hope that you liked it - Sierra