AN: Hi, ok maybe I should explain my writing process. I pretty much imagine a stage where I have these actors and they're the onesshowingme the story. I think it was xo going nowhere said it correctly when she told me that most writers don't know where their stories are going, it just sort of flows out. And also it's a little crazy cause the characters become so real, it's like they're talking to you. Anyway I feel that I'm not in control of the story, so sorry ocfan108 if you don't think Kathryn and Sebastian are acting the way you think they should.

Really I do try to take control of the story and be logical, but I think one or more of the characters have hijacked my story. :(

Love Me Tender

"Is she gone?" Sebastian said as he walked out of the bathroom, his shirt fixed.

"Yeah," she sighed and shut the door. "So that's Annette? Hmmm…"

"What?" he said grabbing her around the waist and guiding her to the bed.

"She's a lot smarter than I thought."

"Why do you say that," he said distractedly while kissing her face and neck.

"I think she knows something. I'm not sure what though. She just gave me this look."

"It's all in your head. Now I tell you, if you don't get naked right now, I'll give you a look that you can't misinterpret."

"Oooooh, maybe you should spank me."

"Why? You into that sort of thing?" he said surprised.

"Yeah, among other things," she said as she grabbed his shirt and ripped it open.

"Hey, that's an $120 dollar shirt."

"Forget about it, I'll buy you a new one." She kissed him hard and ran her hands up and down his chest.

Breaking from the kiss, he said, "Or you could sew the buttons on and mend the shirt."

"Very funny, I don't sew." She pulled off his shirt and took hers off too.

"You could learn," he said running his hand up and down the side of her body.

"Sebastian, do you want me in this bed or do you want me to sew?"

"Hey, you know you can still sew in bed."

"Not while I'm riding you, I can't," she said straddling him.

"Who said, you'd be on top?"

"Cause I already am."

"Not any more," he said as he rolled them over and pinned her underneath.

"Stop talking so much Sebastian, and help me with your clothes. Or I can always gag you and tie you up."

"Yeah, that's a little weird with the gag. But I don't mind being tied up and you being on top, as long as you make sure to untie me."

"Ok, I'll keep that in mind. Now shut up, and kiss me."

Office of Janine Hall, M.D. psychiatrist, 12 weeks later, 4:35pm

Kathryn was back on the cream colored couch again. This time alone. Sebastian had been right when he told her that the therapist was for her. She had called him crazy, and asked him to figure out a way to get her out of the therapy sessions. But he had refused to help saying that it would be best for her to sort out her past. If she was not going to talk to him about the past, then she should talk to a shrink.

She had been mad at him and had tried to withhold sex, but that only lasted for a week. Yeah, he was too tempting, but he hadn't played fair. He would do things like crawl into her bed naked. (Well, she had done that too, and that's how they ended up together. So, she decided that one was forgivable.) Or that time he walked out of her shower naked, saying his shower was too dirty to use. Yup, she eventually forgave him for all his seduction attempts; actually it had been fun to frustrate him even though she was just as frustrated.

She didn't really mind the therapy sessions now. She had been going to them for twelve weeks now, and this was her 58th one. They were basically everyday, except for weekends. Her mother was crazy for making her go so often, but she really wanted her family to be perfect before the baby was born. And the therapist had refused at first saying it wouldn't be productive, but her mother just waved money in her face and that was the end of the discussion. 'Good lesson mother,' Kathryn thought. 'Anyone can be bought'

With all the sessions, she had gotten used to talking about herself, and trusted Dr. Hall. She actually felt safe revealing personal things about herself, stuff she'd never would tell her mother. She hoped she'd eventually be able to tell Sebastian everything. That was part of the reason why she was willing to be so open with her thoughts.

"So Kathryn, tell me more about this dream of yours?" The therapist leaned closer to her and striked a thinker's pose.

She had been having these baby dreams, since she was thirteen, where there were babies kept in cubby holes, like the ones you see in preschool but only bigger. And the setting is usually a basement, barn, or open field on a farm. It's weird because she's never even been to a farm. Every dream has her saving a baby, and get this weird twist, she is saving them from her mother-who is this evil warden that keeps all these babies locked up. She steals the keys while her mother is sleeping and goes to rescue the babies. At first the babies are sleeping but whenever she tries to make her escape with the babies they all start crying. And being nervous and in a hurry she drops a few and they turn to glass and break into pieces with a tinkling noise. And no matter how many she tries to carry out or how many trips she makes back to the dungeon, she only ends up saving one baby. Weird dream? Yes, but it was weirder because it mirrored her real life but before it actually happened.

Kathryn started talking about her latest dream, "Well, in this one I saved the babies with a tractor. I don't even know how to drive, let alone a tractor. Anyway, I tried to carry 5 babies; I don't know how I carried them all. I only have two arms. I ended up dropping 3 of them and they broke. But I was able to save two babies this time. And my mother was chasing me with a shotgun this time and I was crouching and running away, because the tractor wouldn't go faster than 2 miles per hour. So what do you think doc?

"Hmmmmm…you tell me."

"Well, maybe I'm okay with my mother having another baby. Like I don't feel like she's betraying me or manipulating me. Cause now there's two babies instead of one. I mean two survived, when it's suppose to be only one."

"Hmmm…interesting analysis."

"What? You don't think that's true?"

"No. I think you want it to be true."

"Wait, what are we talking about? Are we talking about the same thing? Cause I'm okay with babies. I don't have any phobias about them."

"I think you want it to be true that you are okay with your mother having a baby."

"But I am okay with it. Urrrgghhh! It is so frustrating that you tell me what I'm feeling. I thought I was suppose to tell you what I was feeling."

"Ok, Kathryn. Calm down. Do you remember when we first started our sessions?"
"Yeah," Kathryn said tapping her shoe.

"Well, you would always come in 5, 10, 15, 20 minutes late. I knew you could have gotten in here on time if you wanted to. After all Sebastian always dropped you off on time. I know cause my administrative assistant always flirts with your brother whenever you come in. But you always stall by going to the bathroom, to the snack machine, or even saying you forgot something at home. Do see what I'm pointing out?"

"That I didn't like coming here at first?"

"Exactly!

"What's the point of pointing this out?"

"You are resisting me now, like you were resisting me then. You don't trust me."

"I do trust you. I trust you with my thoughts. I trust you to keep my secrets. What more do I have to do to make you believe I trust you?"

"Trust my judgment."

"You want me to believe your judgment that I'm only pretending to be okay with the my mother's pregnancy?"

"Yes," Dr. Hall said nodding her head. "Our session is almost over, we have about 3 more minutes. Do you want to say anything else before we recap what we talked about today?"

"No, go ahead."

"Well, we talked about your stepfather and how you felt about him being home more. You feel he took your mother's side too often, and didn't have a backbone. And you think that he takes a backseat to parenting. You don't mind your mother being home, but you wish she would stop trying to spend time with you. But you are grateful that she doesn't force you to take part in planning baby stuff."

"Yeah that's all true."

"We also touched on the subject of your dreams again, although you still refuse to talk about the direct events related to them. Nor have you told me yet what caused the dreams to start up again. You told me about your most recent dream and your interpretation of the elements in your dream."

"Was there a question in there, Dr. Hall?"

"What do you think? Is there anything else you'd like to expound on?"

"Well, I think it is pretty obvious what led to my having the dreams again. My mother is having a baby," Kathryn replied matter of factly. After a moment she said, "And as for my past demons. There isn't any point in beating the point to death. I know now that it wasn't my fault. Someone died. Someone lived. And I don't blame myself anymore." Kathryn ended in a small voice.

"Kathryn, I'd like you to think on what I said about trust and the therpist-client relationship. I don't think you trust my judgment or put much faith in my profession being able to help you."

"I wouldn't take it personally, doctor. I've given up my trust on doctors a long time ago. But I will think about what you said."

"Ok, thank you for coming in today Kathryn," she shook Kathryn's hand and guided her out of the office. "And remember I'm going to away from my office on personal business, so I'll see you in two weeks at the same time, 4:00 pm."

"Ok, thank you too, Dr. Hall," Kathryn said as she walked into the outer office.

Sebastian stood up as the door opened. "All done then?" he asked Kathryn. She nodded and gave him a warning look. In response he said to Dr. Hall, "How are the kids, Janice? Still blossoming, I hope? You know with three girls…"

"Sebastian!" Kathryn said embarrassed as she dragged him out of the doctor's office. Dr. Hall just shook her head and muttered under her breath. He always went out of his way to make Dr. Hall dislike him, not that he hadn't accomplished that at their first meeting.

Sebastian

"Why do you have to be like that?" Kathryn yelled at him exasperated.

Ignoring her question he asked, "So how did it go today? Did you excise any demons?"

"These things take time Sebastian," she said as they walked to the car.

She was surprised when he took her hand in his. Usually she would prevent him from showing public displays of affection. Not like he did try much in public. They both didn't want people to get suspicious, especially since their parents recently announced to New York City's upper society the baby news.

When school started Kathryn had decided that they should be more friendly, platonicly that is. It meant mostly that Sebastian would have to change. He could no longer mess with her girlfriends or be openly rude to her in public. He also had to give up his playboy ways or at least appear to. Kathryn hadn't like that part. She would rather he gave it up for good, but he was adament that if she got to be with whomever she wanted and still have him, then he should still get to live carefree too. So pretty much they were friends with benefits, except they were also stepsiblings. She knew being stepsiblings didn't matter to Sebastian, but it still bothered her.

"I guess I can be patient a little longer. I'll just repeat my mantra, 'You'll tell me when your ready.'" He said smiling.

She was amazed he could be so mature. She knew she had made the right choice by revealing she had feelings for him. She most likely was in love, but she still wasn't sure. She worried that something would happen to destroy the little happiness she had now.

Next day, at Blaine's

"You're sure you want this?" Blaine said as he reluctantly handed over the micro cassette tape.

"Just give it to me," Sebastian snapped as he snatched the tape and put it in the breast pocket of his school jacket. "How did you get this tape by the way? Nothing too illegal, I hope?"

"Just a little blackmail."

Feeling calmer now that he had the tape, Sebastian looked at Blaine amused. "So I have nothing to worry about? She'll never find out it was me?"

"Not unless you've been fucking the receptionist. No, I don't think you have a problem," Blaine reassured him. "I still don't see why you picked Kathryn over Annette. She would have been less trouble. And besides Kathryn is a manipulative bitch."

"That's cause you're gay. She's worth it. The things she can do in bed, let alone with that delectable mouth of hers. Actually she could probably give you lessons," Sebastian said as he got up from the leather couch to leave.

"Oh, I can give you a blow, if you want to compare."

"Only in your dreams, Blaine. Thanks for this," he said tapping his chest pocket as he made a quick exit.

PS I meant to write a love scene, but I'm not good at that yet. So, I skipped it. Just use your imaginations, people.

Also, the dreams I described are dreams I've actually had, and they had a totally different meaning for me. In my dreams, the babies represented some new thing I wasn't sure of and felt nervous about facing and being responsible for. And I was afraid that no one understood me, especially my mother. Basically your typical teenage anxieties.