Aone-shot story….you should be able to guess the pairing…just read…plz review.

Secrets

"Tell me this is wrong and I'll leave?" she asked, looking down at him. Her brow furrowed as she internally battled with her conscience.

"We've done this before and it always feels so good, but then we see her and it feels wrong, shameful and dirty, how can we keep rationalizing this?" she trailed off as he kissed her neck.

"You know you shouldn't do that, oohhhhh that feels so good," her mind hazed over as she lost herself in the electric charge that surged from his mouth into her skin as he nibbled on her throat.

Hearing a door slam within the vicinity, she looked over the top of the cubicle and saw a junior freshman walk past where they were hidden.

"That was close," she giggled, burying her head in his shoulder.

Feeling the rumble of her laughter, he tipped her head up, looking deep in her eyes, he kissed her. His lips covered hers, his tongue dueled with hers. His mouth drifted down her neck, back to her sweet spot, the one that made her his slave.

Her Achilles heel…….his was……..she'd hadn't figured it out yet.

Stilling for a moment, she could feel his arousal grounding itself into the crease of her thighs, inhaling deeply, her hips tightened around his waist as she ground herself against him in return.

She watched devilishly as he arched back in the chair, his hands braced on her hips, controlling the movement of her response to him.

When she looked at him, she saw the shy awkward boy that liked basketball but came from the wrong side of the cradle, labeled a bastard for most of his life, he had a talent equal to his brother's in basketball. He'd dated many girls, but he always came back to her.

When he looked at her, he saw the enigma that had drawn him in back in their sophomore year. The girl that had dated him, a variety of emotions, friends with the popular people and a loner at the same time, she always had belonged to him. She just didn't know it.

Pulling out of his deep mind ramblings, he looked up at her, frozen in a moment of true beauty. Cerulean eyes twinkling down at him, curly hair: an array of hues from pale wheat to dark blonde. From the first look, she'd pulled him in.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she asked.

"I was just thinking about what you're doing tonight?" a mischievous smirk curved his lips.

"Geee, I don't know, it's a surprise," she gasped in mock horror at his downfallen face.

"Come over at 8," reluctantly she got off his lap, "I've got a Geometry quiz coming up that I can't miss."

Winking at him as she left, he sighed as she turned the corner out of sight.

Sitting back in his chair, he pondered their "relationship" if it could be called that. They kissed, hugged, talked and did everything but have sex, well almost everything. It was more of an emotional connection, but with more than friendly intentions. He didn't know how quite to define it.

He had defined it one way though, smiling, his fingers traced the carvings he'd made under the desk of the study cubicle.

"L.S. + P.S. 4ever"

fin