Holds Me Together

Rating: T-M Just in case

Disclaimer: At this point do I really need to write more then 'disclaimer' for you to know that I own only the new unheard of characters?

Reviews: We're gonna do these in reverse order today. Tiffany – NO! You can't give up on me! You shouldn't write for just reviews. Write for yourself and your love of writing and JoA! Get the ideas out and keep 'em going! I'm really glad you love this story. I love your story, think about it, would you like me to stop writing mine? No! Keep writing! Spread the love! Butterfly Dancing – I'm not Jewish either…I just like history. And one of the most fascinating periods of history for me to research in WWII, so those statistics came from my head. You're right, it's heartbreaking. Hey, honesty is the best policy, in regard to the GL! AudreyF – So I take it that Chapter 2 was satisfactory for your additions, hmm? ProcrastinationQueen – It's good to hear that I'm improving from the last story. I'm pleading the 5th on the Ryan issue. I'll say this, according the the last story, he's currently in jail. Other than that, my lips are sealed. Laura – You're speechless? Wow, I must've done good! P.S. where are you from? The concert was AWESOME! ) Sam – Don't take offense, I went backwards to give you the last laugh since you wrote such an awesomely long review. (In case you weren't sure, I love long reviews. Moving on.) Sam, you are my hero. I'm glad it was world rocking for you. Congrats on the essay! I know the Holocaust thing seemed random, but I wanted to work it in, and it was another way to show Grace getting in people's faces when she knew what was right and fundamentally wrong. The M&M thing came from a couple of things. I love M&M's for one, as you can tell by the constant mention of them when they all watch movies and stuff. Also from the Tommy Boy quote that, actually, appeared in season one of JoA when J/A watch it about the "Your brain is covered in a thin candy shell." And lastly, I thought it fit Grace well, don't you? As for the belly ring, I wasn't really focusing on it because I wasn't thinking her shirt would ride up enough to see it. I plan to mention it later actually, in an interesting way so look for it! A-ha! Surprise on the baby front, eh? Double surprise on the drunk Girardi front too, huh? I'm full of surprises! As I said before, honesty equals the best policy for the GL, in my opinion. ) I guess you'll have to read on to see if Luke sticks to his word and if Sweet Lou gets trashed, now won't you? Muahahah! As for Grace staying at Luke's (Gutter? Whose mind is in the gutter? Maybe they did more than sleeping? Hmmmm…..), well you'll have to read on for that too. Loved the long review! SamMy Hero!

A/N: Phew! That was a lot. Okay. Ahem. Sorry for the piss poor proofreading this chapter times ten, because, since you don't know, I did a little drinking at the bar of my own (owning up to my age a little bit, shhhh). So, anything that's a typo is because I missed it when rereading it. Sorry! Read on with yo bad self, now!

Chapter 3 – You're Body Is A Wonderland

WARNING: This chapter contains sexual content! I'm sorry if this offends you! Consider yourself warned though!

"She's still asleep." Joan vaguely heard Johana say after she'd answered the door on Saturday morning. Johana herself had a headache and was starving, but felt nauseous all the same. Tristan was still asleep in Johana's bunk. Colby had stayed at the frat house with Cody. Adam was in the doorway. After knocking for five minutes, Johana had figured out that neither Tristan nor Joan were moving and had resolved to force herself out of bed. She'd climbed halfway down the ladder, stepped onto the part of her desk next to the lofted bed and jumped down, a little unsteady and sauntered to the door. There she found Adam, looking worried, and tired himself.

"Oh." He glanced at Joan's bed but didn't see her there.

"She passed out on the couch because she had to keep going to the bathroom." Johana pointed, rubbing her left eye and yawning. Adam nodded slightly.

"I, uhm, figured we could go get food." Adam informed Johana, glancing at Joan on the couch as he approached slowly. "Grace said, uhm, food…and some orange juice or something like that would make everyone…you know…feel better." He said. Johana's stomach lurched and gurgled. She blushed.

"I think my body said amen to that." She said.

"Do you want me to wake them up?" Adam pointed with his thumb over his shoulder to Joan and Tristan-Joan who was sprawled out on the couch with a foot on the floor, an arm in the air, and her other forearm across her eyes, and Tristan, flayed on his stomach with his arms and legs stretched out every which way. Johana grabbed her shower caddy and a small towel along with some cloths.

"Yeah…I'll go wash my face and such." She excused herself and left. Adam reached up and grabbed Tristan's arm. Tristan's head popped up off of the pillow and he looked around wildly.

"Wha? Huh? No, it wasn't me officer!" He said, startled. Adam smiled but tried not to laughed. "Ohhh…Adam! What's up, yo?" He asked, his eyes half closed.

"Go downstairs and clean yourself up," Adam said. "We're going for food."

Tristan didn't need to be told twice that food was in the plan. With surprising agility, he leapt from the bed and left the room without a second thought. Adam went over and knelt by Joan's head. He smiled, seeing her mouth hanging open slightly. A tiny rumble signified that she wasn't quite snoring but she wasn't just breathing. Reaching up carefully, he gently shook her shoulder.

"Jane…wake up." He said softly. Joan's lips moved, but no words quite came out. Moments later he heard a desperate mumble.

"But…no…Koala's…they're not supposed…to have hats…" She whimpered.

"Jane, it's Adam," Adam tried again.

"Adam…good!" Joan seemed relieved, still asleep. "Tell them! Tell them they can't have hats and be mean!" She demanded. Adam chuckled slightly and then cleared his throat.

"You damn koalas! You are not allowed to have hats and be mean! Stop that," He ordered. A smile came to Joan's lips and she hummed as she breathed a sigh of relief, snuggling into the couch now.

"Thank you, baby," She said happily. Adam's shoulders bobbed a tiny bit as he laughed. He felt momentarily guilty for egging her dream on instead of waking her up, so he shook her again.

"Jane." He said a little louder. Joan's eyes slipped open with a sharp intake of air. She squinted at the light coming through the window and Adam moved to block it.

"Adam?" She asked, reaching out to touch his face and make sure he was real. She leaned her head back and rolled it to the side with a sigh. "Oh thank goodness. I just had the worst dream, but then you saved me-,"

"From the mean Koala bears in hats?" Adam cut her off. Joan looked at him, blushing. He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry…it was funny…you were talking," He shrugged. Joan shoved his shoulder lightly.

"You are so mean." She complained. She groaned and put her hands on her head. "Ohhhhh…." She groaned in pain again. "Everything hurts…"

"We're going to go get food. Trist and Jo are already getting ready." He pushed her hair out of her face. Joan looked at him. He studied her, trying to gage if she was really okay, besides the headache and probable stomach ache he could tell from how she was holding her head and now her stomach.

"I'm sorry." She said with half of a sheepish, apologetic, tight lipped smirk. Adam shrugged.

"You weren't so bad," He lied. Joan picked up on this.

"What did I do?" She asked.

"Kevin and Lily had a baby boy." Adam informed. "His name is Caleb and he is…I forget how much he weighed."

Joan sat up quickly, grabbing her head at the blood rushing around her from the sudden movement. "That's great! Is everything okay?" She asked, excitement taking over. Adam nodded.

"They said he's fine." He assured, looking down some as he was now seated on the makeshift coffee table.

"Uh-oh…did I talk to mom last night in that state?" She asked. Adam looked at her.

"Oh…no, no you didn't." He shook his head.

"What's wrong then?" Joan asked him.

"Grace called your cell phone last night to tell you about the baby, after Luke got the message…" Adam told her. Joan looked at him.

"Please tell me you answered." She closed her eyes, hoping. She opened them and Adam shook his head. Joan sighed, flopping back down, covering her face. "Great…she hates me now, right?"

"No…actually she didn't sound too bad today." He informed her. Joan looked at him. "But she ordered me to take you somewhere and get you food, juice, water and aspirin." He said, standing up and holding his hands out. "So you must get yourself cleaned up just enough to go get food." He said. Joan sighed.

"O-kaaay…" she said, slowly moving to gather some clothes and her own shower caddy.

"Yeah?" Grace answered her cell phone breathlessly. She had stopped jogging to grab it from its holster and now held it to her ear with her left hand while holding a stitch in her right side with her right hand and leaning over some to catch her breath. She breathed heavily into the phone.

"Hey, Grace." Joan said guiltily. Grace closed her eyes for a second and found the nearest bench to sit on, still catching her breath.

"And how does your head feel today, Girardi?" She asked, knowingly.

"Look, Grace, I'm sorry…for freaking you out and all-," Joan began.

"Girardi, can it." Grace interrupted her. "I know you're not sorry. You're sorry you feel like shit today though, that I'm sure of. And you don't have to apologize to me anyway," Grace's temper was a little shorter than she'd meant it to be. "Apologize to your liver."

"Okay, I deserved that," Joan admitted. She sighed. "Look, I was just, you know, having fun," she excused herself. "I just had three…and like, a half, beers. And besides, Adam was there with me, he wouldn't have let anything happen to me," Joan assured. Grace shook her head on her end of the line. "It's okay to have fun once in a while you know. It's normal to go to parties and get a little tipsy. It's not like I'm making a habit out of it." As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Grace heard the sound of Joan clapping her hand over her mouth.

Grace closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath. "Whatever you say, Girardi," She replied, trying to be understanding about what Joan had just said. In truth, she was mulling over the fact that she and Luke were going to a party themselves that night and Luke was going to be drinking, albeit one, two at the most.

"Grace, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded," Joan truly did sound sorry.

"Look," Grace said, feeling uncomfortable. "Forget it. It's your life to make choices with, Girardi, I can't hold them against you," She sighed. After a beat she continued. "So help me if you get carried away with it…" Grace trailed off and let the sentence hang over them.

"Never," Joan said solemnly. Grace's threat of violence only proved to Joan that she cared what happened to Joan.

"So…Aunt Joan…God that makes you sound old," Grace changed the subject. Joan laughed.

"Yeah well, if you think for one second that kid won't grow up knowing you as Aunt Grace you're so wrong!" Joan replied.

"Oh you think so, do you?" Grace asked as she started walking back for her dorm and kept talking to Joan, both laughing as they picked on each other and talked about Kevin, Lily, Caleb and how Will and Helen were reacting to their first grandchild.

"Okay, cavemen, let's go, come on." Grace said. She was already supporting most of Sweet Lou's weight. It wasn't that he was too drunk to walk; it was more that he was laughing like a hyena on Ritalin. He sounded like a stoner even though, to Grace's knowledge, he hadn't done anything but get in a drinking contest with a football player who had no neck. Now he was laughing and stumbling slightly, and he'd wrapped a strong, lanky arm around Grace's shoulders, leaning on her as she made her way to the door. She reached out and grabbed Luke's arm with her free right hand. Luke looked up.

"We leaving?" He asked her. Grace nodded. She offered a smile and a wave to the group of three guys and two girls they had been hanging with-all of who were Lou's friends. They waved to her happily dazed.

"You are so cool! You have to come back next week!" One girl, Kit, said excitedly. She turned to Charlie, the guy next to her and, tugging on his arm, pointed to Grace. "You-She's cool! Isn't she cool?" Charlie nodded in agreement.

"Smart, swift and sly," He nodded again. "I'm down with that." He shook Luke's hand as Luke followed Grace and Lou.

"YO! SO LONG TO SWEEEEEEET LOU!" Charlie and Kit called. Grace could tell this was probably their normal goodbye to Sweet Lou as he left a party. Lou gave them a sly wave and a wink as he walked, still holding onto Grace like she was an anchor support.

"Can I have my body back now?" Grace asked once they were outside and on the sidewalk. Lou laughed harder and let her go, swaying as he stepped away.

"Well they like you!" He said happily. "I told you they would. You two need to hit the books and work less and hit my parties more." He nodded. Grace looked between Luke and Lou. Lou, obviously, had been drinking at parties since high school. He had held his liquor well, even beating the football player who was three times his size in muscle and beer-gut mass. Luke was wobbling a bit, but not much. He seemed lucid enough, though he was grinning widely, almost from ear to ear as he and Lou bantered and swung around parking meters as they walked.

"Dude, I'm starving." Lou said, stopping in his tracks and grabbing his stomach as if the most important question in the universe had been answered with that sentence.

"I know, me too." Luke nodded as they kept walking. "JB's is open," He suggested. Lou and Luke already knew their answer was yes, so they both looked at Grace. Grace sighed.

"All right, we'll go to JB's." She said. Luke wrapped an arm around her as Sweet Lou walked ahead, jumping over parking meters now. Luke leaned over and kissed the side of her head.

"I can bring you back to your room if you want?" He asked her. Grace glanced at him. He looked concerned. She wasn't prepared for him to look concerned. She figured that since he'd hardly eaten dinner, he was skinny even if all the lifting at JB's had toned his torso, and he'd never really drank before in his life except to have wine with dinner sometimes when the Girardi's had pasta. She hadn't expected him to hold the two beers he had well, even if it was only two.

"No…it's all right," She told him, looking ahead now. "I could use some Triple Chocolate Strawberry Surprise actually."

"Okay, if you're positive," Luke still looked at her. Grace nodded and Luke kissed her again as they continued their trek.

"Ella? What are you doing here this late?" Grace asked. She and Luke were in their normal booth, with Sweet Lou sitting a chair backwards against the end of the table and straddling it, telling some extravagant story about skydiving to Luke, swinging his hands wildly as he told it and Luke nodded, listening. Ella had come over with some menus and put them on the table, standing next to Grace. Grace noted that Ella's eyes had dark circles around them and she looked exhausted. Grace looked around and noticed that there was a man sitting at the counter with a coffee and some pancakes, reading a newspaper. There was a table in the far corner of the restaurant full of 5 or 6 girls who had obviously been at a party as well. They had drinks and were talking vividly to each other about what to order.

"Hey there, Gracious," Ella smiled slightly and rubbed the side of her face with her right hand, which had a pen in it. "Rusty and Hank called out for the night and JB had nobody else to fill in," She explained. "I offered to do it." She took a seat next to Grace when Grace slid over for her. "I need the money anyway. Plus it's slow, it's late." Ella shrugged. "What can I get you kids?"

Sweet Lou finished his story and he and Luke greeted Ella. Luke introduced Sweet Lou, who promptly made a pass at Ella, who did look 15 years younger than her age, and kissed her hand as he shook it. Grace rolled her eyes and Ella laughed at Lou.

"I'll have the omelet special, white toast, coffee…and you on the side?" Lou said hopefully, handing the menu back to Ella, who was writing this down. Luke hit Sweet Lou's shoulder with the menu. "Ow," Lou said dramatically. He shrugged, innocently. "What, she's a beautiful woman?" He pointed out. Ella and Grace laughed. Grace would have pegged Sweet Lou as a secondary Friedman, only she'd noticed that he was just a bit smoother, much more attractive, and not the type to follow people around in hopes of them giving in and agreeing to a pity date.

"And for you, Skywalker?" Ella asked Luke.

"The usual," Luke told her, handing her the menu. Ella nodded, jotting something down. She turned to Grace.

"Let me guess, Gracious…" She narrowed her eyes with a sly grin. "Triple Chocolate Strawberry Surprise?" She said, already knowing the answer was yes. Grace nodded with a smile.

"You know me well, master yoda," She said, putting her hands up in defeat.

"Great, give me 10 minutes, kids." Ella winked and left the booth. Sweet Lou seemed to finally notice the table full of girls who, it happened, were discussing him, across the diner.

"Excuse me," Lou stood, straightened himself out and strutted over to the table. "Ladies…" He grinned broadly and joined them. Grace rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"He's a piece of work," She looked at Luke. Luke was staring at her; the left half of his lips formed half of a goofy, lopsided grin as she watched his eyes roam her face. "What?" She asked him. He shook his head.

"Nothing," He said simply. He glanced in Lou's direction. "He's going to kick me out of the room tonight," Luke indicated Sweet Lou, who was chatting up the 6 girls at the table. Grace snickered slightly.

"I'd clean your room thoroughly in the morning then, no telling what STDs will be breeding in there when you return," She mused.

"Does that mean I can stay with you?" Luke questioned her. Grace looked at him.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" She asked. Luke smiled and shrugged.

"I didn't want to just force myself on you." He grinned. Grace eyed him curiously. She would have spoken up, but Ella returned to the table with their coffee and food. She noticed Sweet Lou was at the other table and took his order to him over there.

Adam and Joan were sprawled together on the couch looking at the pictures Kevin had e-mailed to her of Caleb and the family. She had printed them out eagerly and was fawning over them. Adam smiled, watching her and looking at the pictures as she showed them to him.

"Look, he's so cute!" Joan gushed, pushing a picture of Caleb snoozing in his hospital bassinet wrapped up in a blanket with a cap on his tiny head. Adam nodded.

"He is," And Adam wasn't lying just to appease her either. Caleb really was a cute baby. Of course, this could be said about most babies. And, considering he was pretty certain that he could consider Caleb to be his nephew, Adam felt that Caleb was and especially beautiful baby. They were still chatting about Caleb and the family when the door flew open and Colby stormed in, screaming at someone. Joan and Adam looked up, confused.

"I can't believe you!" Colby screamed, throwing her purse down on her bed and stomping her foot like, Joan noted, a three year-old having a temper tantrum. Joan and Adam exchanged glances. Was Colby fighting with Cody? The answer to their question stepped through the door almost as quickly as Colby, in the form of Brandon.

"What the hell is your problem?" He screamed back at her angrily.

"My problem is you believe in nothing daddy taught us!" She yelped back.

"That's because he's a racist!" Brandon shouted back, flinging his arms as wildly as Colby, as they stood almost face to face. Both were turning red. "The only thing he succeeded in teaching me was not to have as closed and ignorant of a mind as he had!"

Joan and Adam were staring now, confused.

"I can't believe you're cavorting with that…girl, Brandon!" Colby said, sounding frustrated. "You don't really like her do you? She's just a fling right?"

Joan's eyebrows arched high on her forehead. Adam's moved similarly as they looked at each other and then back at the argument.

"No! Colby! She's not a fling!" Brandon said, enraged. Colby's face flushed.

"I…I can't believe this!" Colby all but covered her ears and started going "La-la-la-la-I can't hear you!" At least, Joan pictured her doing that.

"Well believe it Colby!" Brandon shouted. "I don't need your approval of my girlfriend! And I don't need Dad's either!"

"Uhm…guys?" Joan asked meekly from the couch. Colby and Brandon looked at Joan and Adam. "Sorry, to, uhm, intrude but-,"

"Forget it. You weren't intruding on anything. Nothing important at least." Colby almost snarled at Brandon and grabbed her purse and keys. "I'm out." And just like that, she left the room, quicker then she'd entered. Brandon's shoulder slumped as Colby slammed the door behind her to emphasize her point.

"Brandon?" Joan asked. He looked up at her, wearily.

"Are you okay, yo?" Adam asked. Brandon sighed.

"My sister…has a couple of hang ups thanks to our dad…" He said weakly, knowing this didn't' excuse her racist view of people. Joan and Adam nodded.

"Why don't you sit down and spill to us? It'll be like therapy." Joan offered. Brandon wavered a second to consider this and then walked over to the beanbag and flopped in it, facing them. Joan and Adam listened intently, offering any advice and support they could for nearly two hours before Brandon spotted the pictures on the footlocker and launched Joan into an excited gush, talking a mile a minute about her new nephew.

"I guess Missy's not here?" Luke asked, seated on Grace's bed, lounging back so he was leaning against the wall and his legs hung lazily out across the bed and then in the air. Grace set her jacket down on top of her desk chair where Luke had discarded his and kicked her boots off as she checked her machine for messages.

"No, she had some...4-H rodeo weekend thing." Grace shrugged. "She's not due back until tomorrow early afternoon I think," She crossed the room and slid herself on the bed next to Luke. Luke nodded, sitting up straight now so that he could slight his arm around her. Grace eyed him for a moment, biting her lip, lost in thought for the moment. Luke studied her face, knowing she was thinking intently about something.

"What's on your mind?" He asked her. Grace just looked at him. She was searching for something. What it was, he didn't know, but he hoped she found it.

While on the phone with Joan today, Grace had-half accidentally, half on purpose-confessed to Joan her problem. She had told everything to Joan. How she really wanted to tell Luke how she felt for him. How she couldn't make herself do it no matter how hard she tried. How Friday night after Joan's phone call when they finally did go back in and Luke had fallen asleep, thinking Grace was already out, she'd opened her eyes and watched him for an hour, all the while running her hand through his hair and wishing he would wake up and she could tell him. Joan had listened to Grace expel the problem out to her, and, much to Grace's surprise, had neither laughed nor thrown and 'ew, I don't want to know this,' at Grace.

"Grace, you can't force yourself to say 'I love you' to someone." Joan had replied when Grace had finished and taken a deep, shaky, nervous breath. "It will just come out…when it's meant too." Grace couldn't remember the last time Joan had given her advice like this. Grace had apologized for ranting and they said a goodbye and hung up.

Now, in the room with Luke, staring intently at his eyes as he stared back at her, confused, Grace still couldn't get herself to say it out loud. She found herself getting lost inside his eyes, where he claimed that if she looked hard enough she'd find his soul there, for her to see. She wondered if he'd ever looked into her eyes and seen into her soul. She'd never asked, and probably never would, though. At a loss for an answer to Luke about what was on her mind, she reached up one hand to his cheek and leaned in for a long kiss.

Luke kissed her back almost as ferociously as she kissed him. Her hand tangled into his hair, which wasn't very long anyway. She felt one of his hands snake its way through her hair as he tried to pull her closer to him even though they were already tangled together. His other hand, she felt, ran its way to her side, his arm curving around her. Deepening their kiss, both of them opened their mouths further to allow their tongues contact, tasting the sweet flavor of each other as they moved slightly and Luke felt himself leaning further down over top of Grace.

Within fifteen minutes the couple's make-out session had progressed to groping, kissing and the loss of some of their clothes. They fumbled easily, and laughed at themselves as they maneuvered around each other with a kiss here, Luke's lips down her neck, Grace's trouble at removing his belt since he was crushed so close against her, Luke's trouble figuring out just how exactly a contraption like a bra, with only two little clasps, could be so hard to undue when your girlfriend was busying herself with leaving kiss trails along your neck and collarbone.

It wasn't until they had progressed past the point of no return for either of them that Luke had asked her if she wanted to keep going. His face was so close to her that their noses were touching and both of their chests heaved as they struggled to catch their breath. Grace was only able to nod, despising the space between their lips and wishing he would accept her nod and grant her another kiss. Luke smiled and leaned in, knowingly. He dodged her lips and in the weakness of the moment Grace let out a strangled whimper as his lips gravitated towards her ear. She heard a whispered I love you. It wasn't the first time he'd said it since they'd started kissing, but she didn't mind it. She closed her eyes as he brought his lips down upon her neck, and then down to her collarbone, and finally down her chest where he stayed, trailing back and forth as her back arched against him and she pulled a hand up through his hair, as if holding onto him would keep her from flying away as she bit down on her lip.

She felt her back arching and she felt her leg wrap around his and her ankle lock into the back of his knee, pulling him closer against him. She smiled to herself as she heard him moan next to her ear, having traversed his lips back to her neck by her ear. Dragging a hand down his back, she buried her face into his neck and collarbone and hungrily kissed and sucked at his skin.

Luke broke her attention to his shoulder and caught her lips in his again. This kiss was more then just for the hell of it, as all of their kisses had been. It was carnal, passion, fervor, love, tenderness, and care balled up into one action. She pulled her face away with a gasp as her eyes closed for a few seconds as Luke's fingers found their way to her abdomen and rummaged around her navel piercing, sending wonderful shivers through her body.

"I…hate…when you do that…" She lied through almost gritted teeth. Luke grinned, letting his nose nuzzle into her neck before leaving more kisses there, lightly lapping at her neck.

"You do not." He replied in a muffled mumble before he let his fingers play around it again and she sucked in a deep breath.

"I love you."

The words were so quiet that Grace wasn't positive she'd actually said them and in the heat of the moment had just imagined she'd said them out loud. Of course, that was until she opened her eyes and saw Luke, frozen, poised over her, eyes wide in shock. Grace swallowed hard, her eyes burned, and she knew they'd involuntarily filled. Luke's face softened and his lips curled into a knowing smile as he reached up and traced her face with his hand. He nodded and opened his mouth to speak but she shook her head.

"I-I…" She cleared her throat and blinked her eyes before breathing deeply. "Luke, I love you." She said. Her cheeks flushed only a tiny bit more then they had from the couples' exertion, but she didn't care. All she cared was that Luke had an arm around her, holding her against him, and his hand wiping away carefully at the tear that had strayed from her eye down her cheek. He smiled warmly at her and leaned in close.

"I know." He told her. "I love you, Grace." He smiled wider and then closed the gap between them kissing her again. It was different, though not by much now. Grace held him tighter to her, almost afraid, but also relieved and longing never to be more than millimeters apart from him again. They continued to kiss, progressing back to where they had been, tossing, turning, groping and preparing themselves to continue on furthering their relationship to its fullest extent for the time being.

A/N: Hey, I warned you! Chapter title, obviously John Mayer, Your Body Is a Wonderland, fitting, no? What d'you think? Good? Crappy? Needs improvement? What? Tell me people!