A/N: Not to keep you waiting anymore here's your marshmallows[;)Dani]..
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Mike a big guy himself standing at 6 feet tall who obviously works out is looking down at Travis now.
"Why are you here?" He growled down at Travis.
"To work on your project with Sam"
"Yea sure" he says stepping closer to him.
"I assure I have only noble intentions towards her" Mike took another step closer, Travis can now feel his breathe on him. He began to wonder if he was going to have to beat Mike up. "Look I." Travis started but before he could finish Sam had come from behind the corner and jumped on him. He fell to the ground *slam* barely missing Travis. She sat on his back holding his arm back against his will.
"Chill with the fake older brother routine!"
"Ow! Ow! Ok! Sorry! Sorry! Let me go!" Mike's voice was now not so deep and definitely not threatening.
"Fine" with a final twist of his arm she gets off of him. "Sorry about that Travis. Every once in a while you have to put little brothers in there place"
"That's your 'little' brother?" Travis asked shockingly.
"Yea he's two years younger than us. He just acts big. Here butthead take the picture" she said handing Mike the camera. She's wearing jeans now but the same tank top. She put just a touch of eye shadow, eyeliner and some mascara. With just simple tinted lip gloss she stands next to Travis and takes the picture.
As they work on the project time flies; hours later the project is finished. Travis clicks print and Sam walks over and puts the on some music. She then plops down on the couch and Travis takes a seat next to her.
Ok, this is it. I can just ask her. Just ask her.
Hesitantly Travis looks over at Sam who's quietly listening to the sweet sounds of Lauryn Hill. "Sam, can I ask you a question?"
"You just did"
"No seriously"
"Ok what's up?" she says sitting up.
"I know we've just met but I really like you Sam and I was wondering if you felt the Sam."
"Travis you're totally cute and awesome to talk to. I. I like you too" she says putting her head down. Travis tilts her head up and leans in and kisses her. He stops and she opens her eyes and looks at him for a moment. She kisses him back. As their lips touch it's like a chemical reaction through both their bodies. She raps one arm around his waist and runs her other hand through his hair. With one have on her shoulder and the other on her thigh, he leans her backwards on the couch. Their tongues meet as passion exudes from their mouths into each other. Travis slowly goes for her shirt. She pulls her mouth away from his.
"Wait" she says so soft it's barely a whisper.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't do this"
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The way your body keeps moving is something that makes me weak/ lets' start our own little secrets for just you and me to keep/ to late to come on shy now/ we've already gone this far/ so baby make your move take charge/ and show me/ what you got for me/ O no! Is that your hand rubbing on me/ O no! Is that your hand feeling on me/ O no! is that your hand rubbing on me/ o no if that's your hands than tell me what you've got for me/ Baby/ I can tell that you want to do more than just dance with me/ and I don't mind you flirting/ but honestly/ do you want to spend the whole night passing looks at me/ come over here and get to working/ The way your body keeps moving is something that makes me weak/ lets' start our own little secrets for just you and me to keep/ to late to come on shy now/ we've already gone this far/ so baby make your move take charge and show me/ what you got for me/ O no! Is that your hand rubbing on me/ O no! Is that your hand feeling on me/ O no! Is that your hand rubbing on me/ o no if that's your hands than tell me what you've got for me/
From (Oh no) What You Got by Justin Timberlake
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