Chapter 8

After the FBI lied to Dylan about no Christine Petit working with them, he slammed the phone down and sighed. He had handed Brandon and Brenda the note Erica had left and the Walsh twins had the same look run across their faces. They both hoped that this could mean something. Erica had said that they were going to Brazil. That was a starting point. If only the FBI would tell Dylan where Christine was, then maybe they could help.

"Dylan, if you go in there tomorrow, and maybe push a few buttons concerning Jack, they'll be more cooperative?" Brandon suggested in the most rational way he could think of.

Dylan nodded his head in agreement. He would to the FBI building and he would get the answers that he needed and come hell or high water, he wasn't leaving that building tomorrow until he got them.

Brandon was starting to feel like he had worn out his welcome. He turned to Brenda who was simply observing Dylan. He told her that he was leaving, though he doubted if she really heard him. She said, "Yeah, okay," but positive that he could have told her anything at that moment and she wouldn't have noticed.

Quietly he left.

Brenda walked over to Dylan and wrapped her arms around him. At that moment, that was the only way she could truly support him, and she felt that he was grateful for that. He didn't want to talk anymore, he just wanted to be. He wanted them to just be for a while. He wanted to forget all the stuff that had gone down in the last two days. He didn't have THAT much time left with Brenda before she had to leave. He wasn't going to waste it being pissed off when he could be doing other things.

"Brenda, I know that you said that you wanted to take this slow," Dylan began as he brought his head back to look into her beautiful eyes.

"Dylan, believe me when I say that I really want to make love to you too," Brenda replied as she could tell where he was going with his statement.

"But?"

"But, if we're starting this relationship fresh, what does that say about our relationship? That it's just based on sex?" she questioned him. He remained silent and she took a new approach. "Do you remember when we first started going out back in high school and even though we both wanted to and tried to make love several times, we ended up waiting until the Spring Dance?"

He nodded his head. Of course he remembered. Someone doesn't forget one of the most incredible night's of their life.

"My point is, because we waited, we ended up falling head over heals for each other. It wasn't JUST about the sex. We loved each other, we held each other, we completed each other," Brenda continued as she remembered the absolute best night of her life. "Remember that feeling after we had waited so long to make love? We were so excited that we had finally done it, we were on top of the world!" Brenda smiled as she relived that moment in her life. "I want to feel that excited again. Dylan, I want to fall head over heals in love with you again,"

"I want that too Bren," Dylan admitted.

She smiled brightly, relieved that he felt the same way. She felt like she was on cloud nine as Dylan wrapped her up in his arms and held on to her as tightly as he could. Dylan had a thought. Just because they were waiting to make love, didn't mean that they couldn't have a little make-out session.

Dylan brought his head back and kissed Brenda with such a passion and such lust and love, she couldn't remember him ever being that forceful or be that intense. They both had grown up tremendously since they had been together. They had both learned a lot more about love and what they were looking for in a partner.

What they had learned was that everything they were looking for was exactly what they had had.

Brenda wanted someone who could laugh about things even when they were bad. She wanted someone who would believe in her (even when no one else would). She wanted someone to love her for the person she was, someone who she could hold a meaningful conversation with, and someone who would support her whole-heartedly in whatever she did in life.

Dylan wanted someone who loved him despite his faults, who would be there for him even when he pushed them away. He wanted someone to always challenge him, someone who was independent, but not afraid to ask for his help when needed and someone who was his best friend. He wanted someone that he felt like he could tell anything to.

As Dylan deepened the kiss, Brenda knew that he was doing this intentionally to torture her. It was like waving the thing you wanted most in the world dangled right in front of you and then someone pulled it back while sticking their tongue out at you. There was only one way to beat Dylan.

Suddenly, Brenda stopped kissing Dylan.

He pulled back looking slightly confused and hurt. She didn't say anything. She just looked at him with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. She seductively turned her body around forcing Dylan to be mesmerized by the way she was moving her hips from side to side. He felt like rolling his eyes back into his head, she knew how to drive him crazy.

Slowly, Brenda laid down on Dylan's couch on her back and patted the space next to her for him to join her. He didn't want to seem too eager, but he had a feeling that she had something up her sleeve. She had just gotten done preaching about how they WEREN'T going to have sex. So what was she doing? He wondered to himself.

His curiosity got the better of him. He walked to his couch and laid down next to his girlfriend. He moved so he was laying on his side and facing her. Brenda had a glowing smile on her face. Slowly she wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself to him as close as she could as rested her head on his shoulder.

Quietly, she moaned at the incredibly intimate act that they were partaking in. Granted it wasn't sex, but to her, it was possibly the next best thing. To just be able to lay with Dylan in utter silence was something that she would never take for granted.

Dylan figuring out what was going on, smiled in return and acted just as Brenda had. He wrapped his arms around her body and pressed himself as close to her as he could. He rested his head down on her shoulder and breathed her in. He smelled the faint scent of almonds and let the comfort sink into his body and his soul.

He had never been able to just lay with someone before. All of the girls in his past, it was more- one night stands. With Kelly, Kelly seemed to be more of a relationship simply based on sex. They had been under the delusion that that made a relationship. It hadn't started that way, but that's what it quickly turned into. There was no excitement, no mystery to his and Kelly's relationship. With Brenda- he had to be attracted to the most stubborn women on the planet because he had never met any two women as stubborn as Kelly Taylor and Brenda Walsh.

With Brenda, she didn't try and force him to do something that he knew that he didn't want to do. They were both people who wanted to just hang out alone by themselves, or have an intimate date, rather then go out to a Frat party. Sometimes, just like everybody, they had to get out sometimes, but they preferred lately to be more "home bound". At least for Dylan, that was something that Kelly just couldn't understand. She couldn't understand why Dylan would rather spend his nights with Erica and have Kelly with him, then go to the Peach Pit.

With thoughts of Erica in his head, Dylan started to become emotional. The pain that she was gone was still raw. He had been able to push past it for a few hours, but it came hurdling back in a flash.

For the first time in fifteen minutes, Dylan heard Brenda's voice.

"I'm not going anywhere tonight Dylan. You need me, I am here. If you need to vent, to cry, to just sit and stare at the wall or the floor, whatever- I am here."

"Thanks Bren. But uh," he started to say.

"No buts Dylan," she warned.

He slightly laughed and then finished, "but I am starving. Could we order some food or go to The Pit?"

She smiled, embarrassed at what she had been thinking of. She nodded her head and sat up from his couch. Now that he mentioned it, she was quite hungry too.

Fifteen minutes later, Brenda and Dylan walked into The Peach Pit, taking it slowly, holding hands.

TBC…