It had been a week since they had kissed and Marilla had been evading John. He had showed up at the house that morning wanting to talk , but they had argued and things had been heated rather quickly until they heard the fire bell ring through town.She didn't mean for them to get into it, nor did she think they would be kissing again before he left. But they had.

"Why are you avoiding me Mar. I only wish to talk"

"There is nothing to discuss. We kissed. It was a lapse in judgement on my part."

"A lapse in judgement?"

"What else am I to call it?"

"I don't know. Destined?"

"We were Reminiscing on old times John. It wasn't destiny it was nostalgia."

"Nostalgia?"

"Must you repeat everything I say?"

"Well, when you quit denying what happened I will."

"What do you think happened John?"

"You kissed me back.you never hesitated.Then you lied to Gilbert about losing your hairpins saying you lost them during our run to shelter."

"What was I supposed to say. Your dad and I were engaged in a very passionate embrace moments before you showed up and he took my hairpins out."

"You hit the nail on the head Marilla!"

"What did I say."

"Passionate. Passionate is not even remotely close to nostalgic."

"So I worded it wrong."

"So your telling me you felt nothing when we kissed."

"No."

"I beg to differ marilla." she had began walking back pointing her finger in his face as spoke. She never noticed how close he was getting to sofa. They were to enthralled in their screaming match to notice.

"I never meant for us to kiss. We were walking it was raining and then we were alone in the shed.It was an error in judgment on my part. We are adults for crying out loud. We shouldn't be acting like hormonal teenagers. "

"So you are saying it was hormones that caused you to kiss me? So you had to feel something."

"John Blythe you infuriating.." the back of his knees hit the sofa and he stumbled back. Reaching out he grabbed her pulling her down with him. "Ahhh." She squealed. When he landed she fell haphazardly with him, straddling his lap in the process with her hands landing on his chest. When she tried to move he caught her arm.And grabbed her around the waist.

"What are you doing Joh..." he crashed his mouth to hers. This kiss wasn't slow and drawn out as the last. He took her mouth in an animalistic way. Hungrily taking what she offered. She fought against him at first, but soon gave into the pull she knew was there. If anyone walked in on them she would surely never live down this compromising position. She felt his hands roam her back as his tongue devoured her mouth. She moaned as he changed the angle of the kiss. He heard her moan and he knew she had lost her argument. He pulled back gazing into her eyes. Her lips were swollen, her eyes glazed and she was licking her lips tasting him. The action made him yearn for her. He kissed her neck. Then the spot just below her ear on her pulse point. Her head rested on his as she lowly moaned. If they kept this up they would be making love here in her parlor. He brought his head back up and took her mouth again. When he felt her hand in his hair he smiled on her lips. She was putty in his arms. They kissed with fever. But instead of separating as they did last time they were making out. They couldn't get close enough to one another. They had to stop. They needed to stop. They were crossing into dangerous territory. Another 10 minutes of kissing like this they would be lovers. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin her reputation. He needed to put the brakes on but he couldn't . He wanted her. He knew she wanted him. He pulled her hair lose from its constraints as they kissed. He pulled back several times, reclaiming her mouth again each time with fevered passion. When he began to undo her buttons she made no objection. he revealed her corset and pulled back. She was breathless. He saw fire as he gazed at her. He kissed the top of her breast. Her hands cradled his head. Her body betrayed her as she shivered from pleasure. He kissed his way up her neck. The only thing that kept them from going further was the sound of the fire bell ringing in town. They sprang apart,and She backed away, standing up as though she had been shocked by electricity. She hurriedly redone her buttons, frantically she searched for her hairpins and redone her hair in record time. He stood straightening his suit but he couldn't hide his arousal. She began to gather the buckets as he waited until his body returned to normal. He fixed his hair and began to help her.

"I'll pull around the buggy and I'll help load the buckets. "

It had been the andrewshouse. The town had gathered to help put out the fire and had the flames put out in no time. It wouldn't take thetowns men long to help rebuild but they would get it done. She was left alone to her thoughts when she returned home. What had they done? They were drawn to each other. She couldn't deny that. They had proven that today. It would be a long week especially since rachaels charity function was only 2 days away. She was a wreck. How was she to face John again. They couldn't be in the same room without things heading south quickly. She needed to clear her mind. She couldn't talk to Rachael and she definitely couldn't talk to Anne. She would have to take it to her grave but how was she to stay silent when she was in such moral qualm. She had to figure out where they go from here. It was going to be a long day. She grabbed her baking pan and began to gather supplies for a pie. Cooking always helped to settle her .

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Johns POV

He had returned home tired. It had been exhausting to put out the Andrews house fire but with all the men in towns help they had gotten it out fairly quickly. He couldn't get the image of Marilla out of his mind. He was upset himself. He didn't know what had snapped in the past two days but they had kissed twice, well almost made love one of the times, and now he didn't know what to say. They argued when they were near one another. They were like fire and gasoline at times, but when they were calm they were more compatible than anyone in avonlea. Was he to apologize? Should he? After all they both engaged in whatever you would want to call today's events. He began to gather his tools in the barn. Maybe I could ask her to the charity function. He thought. Yeah. She may go. But what if she doesn't. We could go as acquaintances. He thought to himself. But I know we could never be just friends. We can't be in the same room withoutkissing . He done the only thing he knew to do. He would write a letter to her asking her to accompany him. If she turned him down then he would leave her alone. He knew what pushing her would do. She would run and history would repeat itself as it had when they were young. He found the parchment and began to write.

Dearest marilla

Would you please accompany me to the charity function.If so I will pick you up at 6.

-John

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Marilla walked onto her porch after she saw a farm hand lay something down. She looked down to see a letter addressed to her. She opened it up to reveal johns letter. She took it into the house and gathered a pen and some paper.

John,

I am sorry but I wish to arrive alone, but meet me there. Do not invite anyone else. We can sneak out during the festivities. I wish to talk to you.

Marilla

...……

He read the letter. What had she meant by sneaking out. Now who sounded like a horomonal teenager. He smiled. She had agreed to meet him. He had big plans for that night. He needed time to sort it all.