Note: Come into this chapter with an open mind, some of the plot may not be what it seems.

What I Want, Chapter Seventeen.

"Kitty come on, wherever you have to go for (quote) 'The Holiday Season' can't be that important." Car' made her puppy dog eyes. "Please stay, we'll have fun."

"I won't be gone the whole time Car', I just have to get something done, and then I'll be back."

"This something you have to 'do' doesn't have anything to do with a certain hot guy I saw following you out of the club before, does it?"

She froze. Car' had seen him. She knew about the picture, and she had seen him follow her out of the club.

Jesus.

"No, it doesn't have to do with him. I want to check in with a couple of my old friends, and talk to my benefactor about the state of things."

"But Kitty, Pweez, I've got a cabin up in the country, and all the guys are coming, along with several of the girls, it'd be so fun. First Christmas away from home."

Car' didn't know that Kitty'd already had a Christmas away from home, and it hadn't been fun. "I'm Jewish Carmine, and I've got to go back."

"Fine." She said, pouting. "Go." She sniffled, and then looked at Kitty with mirth in her eyes. "I'm giving you directions in case you get done early." Then she threw her arms around Kitty. "Love you, chica."

"You too." She said, and then pulled away. "I'm gonna go finish packing. Got to get on the road before the snow starts coming down too hard."

"Yep." Said Car'. "Stay safe."

"You too." She said, and went back to finish packing as Carmine let herself out.

An hour later she was on the road.

Half an hour after that, she was sitting in her car in front of a familiar mansion, wondering if she should go in.

She closed her eyes and breathed in and out twice, then set the car in park, pulled out the keys and grabbed her bag from the passenger seat.

Only the professor was expecting her. She walked in, and made her way to his office. She knocked twice, and as his voice called out, let herself in. "Hello Professor." She said, closing the door behind her.

And a man sitting in a high backed chair turned around to look at her. "He's not here right now." He said.

Kitty blinked. "Scott." She said. "Hi." Her eyes flared in surprise for a moment as she set her bag down. "Where is he?"

"Out of the building at the moment." His eyes flared as well, but not in surprise, in anger. "He said you'd called him a couple of weeks ago, and told him you'd be coming for the holidays. And since he had to go deal with a situation, he asked me to see you in."

"Oh." She said. She'd hoped, somewhere inside her that she wouldn't even see Scott the whole trip, that she could take a couple of days to catch up with her friends, and then she would go home without having to relive the scene they'd had in her apartment. But apparently not. "Well okay.it's good to see you."

"You too." He said, catching his smile before it met his lips. "Let me take you to your room."

"Okay" She said, and started to grab her bag.

"I'll get it." He said, and then, taking her suitcase in one hand, opened the door and lead her out of the room.

"So, how've things been?" He asked her as they walked down the hallway.

"Good." She said. "We've had a couple of gigs after the one you saw, longer ones, and Mitch has been hinting at something after next month, I don't know what it is.I sang in the winter concert at school, and the performance got several good reviews.not much else. You?"

"I've been teaching more." He said. "Gave up leadership of the team to Logan.some other things."

"Okay." She said. But she was surprised.

"Here's your place." He said, and opened the door to a guest room.

"Thanks." She said, and he walked inside behind her, then closed the door.

He set down her suitcase, and turned around. "You do know that this isn't over don't you?" He said. "Between you and me."

"I know no such thing." She said as she walked into the bathroom. "This is a nice room." She walked to the door, acting as if he hadn't said what he had said. Then she opened the door.

He walked towards the door, towards her, and then slammed the door shut. "I'm not leaving quite yet." He said, and then pushed her against the door. "And this is not over yet."

He closed his hands around her wrists, and pressed his body hard against hers. "I love you." He said. But it sounded harsh, and more of a curse than a blessing.

She pushed against him, he *hadn't* said it. She *hadn't* heard it. "Get off of me."

"Kitty, I want you to ask yourself why I would say that if it weren't true." He said. "I love you."

His mouth was a millimeter away from hers, hovering. His body was hard and long, and pressed against hers. She didn't feel trapped, she felt.needy.

She moved a fraction of an inch forward, and their lips were touching. His were soft, scratchy and warm on hers, and the pleasure that throbbed in her temples began to curl into her stomach until she was weak and shuddering against him.

Their lips began to move, and his hands slid up from her wrists to cup her waist, and her arms, finally free, came up to tangle in his hair.

She gasped, sighed, surrendered. But she felt in total control.

He would stop if she asked. So she didn't ask, when his nimble fingers slid under her shirt, stroking at the soft, supple skin of her back, she only gasped and reached down to pull off his shirt.

He tentatively began to unbutton her shirt, waiting for her to stop him, but she didn't, and when her shirt was off, and her bra came off, and their chests were pressing against each other, his hard muscles against her soft breasts, they both knew it wouldn't stop, that neither of them would be sated until it was over.