Phil fans. Another chapter! Enjoy! Thanks for the great reviews from the last one… I'm trying to make this story last a while. If you haven't already figured that out… I hope y'all don't get bored or anything. More surprises await our favorite lovebirds.

Chapter 10

"Under My Skin"

Keely was nervous. He was right. They were on the threshold of something major here, and it could go either way. In her heart Keely felt she was ready for this. She couldn't imagine loving anyone more than Phil. And she trusted him with her life. But there was something holding her back. Could it be that this surge of emotion they were feeling was due to four years of pent-up sexual frustration? Phil gazed at her with such intensity that it was as though he could read her mind.

"Keely I think I'm ready for this," Phil said after a few seconds of silence. "But I want us on the same page, you know? A hundred percent." He knew that this was going to be Keely's call.

Forever the romantic, Keely didn't want her first time to be hurried and rushed and quick. She couldn't stop thinking about the fact that it might seem like they'd moved to fast. Maybe she was concerned that her mother would be home early, right in the middle of it. Just the thought of that made Keely want to croak. Or maybe it was that they were lying in the bed Keely had slept in since she was three years old, surrounded by the warm and fuzzy mementos of her childhood. It just felt a little strange. Now's not the time, she thought. But I feel good about this. That we'll know, in our hearts, when it is our time. "Phil, I—" Keely said.

"Mmm hmmm?" Phil murmured. His heart was thundering and his mind flooding. Phil had no idea that once he had a taste of Keely it would be this difficult to control his appetite. Please say yes, he thought.

"I think that if we have to stop and think about it like this, you know, then it's probably not the right time," Keely said. She looked into his eyes. Phil seemed crestfallen. "It's not that I," Keely cleared her throat, "don't want to do it, it's just, well, I mean all of this just started, this stuff between us, you know, yesterday. Don't you think it's all moving kind of fast?"

Phil exhaled. He was disappointed, but not surprised. Last night it had been a lot easier not to do it. Why it was tougher this morning, he didn't know. "I'm sorry, Keels… Last night I was so, I don't know, happy just to be with you that it didn't matter," he finally said, leaning back on his heels, not looking into Keely's eyes, but more at her lips. "You get under my skin, Keels. It's just a sensation I wasn't expecting to have in such… large… amounts." Phil felt embarrassed. Here he was in this adult position—literally. He had no idea what he was doing. He collapsed next to Keely, his face in the pillow, and groaned.

Keely laughed. "Oh Phil," she said. "I think you'll live." She patted down his messy hair. He groaned again.

"Dontcha think I'm adorable?" Phil asked, face still in the pillow.

"Phil," Keely said. "You are the most adorable human being on the face of the earth."

"Do you think I'll be bad at it?" Phil said. "I mean, all this is new territory, I don't know what I'm doing. I—"

"No, Phil, you're… so far, very, very good, at all this… I think you have a gift," Keely said. She felt her face practically catch on fire she was blushing so badly, but it was true. Whenever Phil touched her—with his hands, his lips, his fingertips—the tingle she felt inside nearly sent her into orbit. He had no idea how hard it was for her to ask him to wait.

"But you don't wanna… you know… with me?" he asked. He finally turned to face her.

"Well, yeah, Phil, I do," she said, looking away.

Phil's face brightened. "So that's a yes?"

"Yes it's a yes. But—" Keely said.

Phil pounced on Keely and kissed her hard. Keely lost herself for a moment, the twinge of lust bubbling up inside her chest. God he's good at this, she thought, feeling his tongue touch hers, his fingers flit across her ribs. "No buts, Keels," Phil whispered in her ear. His hands moved down her sides, around her breasts, and down the tops of her legs. He kissed her chest and stomach gently and slowly, as if he were drawing the desire out a drop at a time, pausing at her bellybutton.

"Phil," Keely murmured. He head thrust back into the pillow. He opened his eyes and looked at her lazily, his hair falling across his forehead, his breathing heavy. He wanted to keep going but she looked at him with eyes he could only describe as "pleasure mixed with sleepiness" and he stopped.

"You're really hard to resist, Phil," Keely whispered. "Its just… look around. We're in the bedroom I've lived in since I was a baby. My mother could walk in… I think we should wait..."

"Wait till when?" Phil whispered. "I'm all… um… worked up over here Keels." He kissed her ear, sending goosebumps all over Keely's body.

"I'm all worked up too…believe me, Phil," Keely said, swallowing and taking a deep breath. "Wait till we don't have to talk about it. Till we can just do it, you know, automatically. When we both know it's right," she said. "At least until the timing's better."

"Timing schmiming," Phil said.

"Please?" Keely asked. She smoothed the hair on his sweaty forehead.

"Okay," Phil said, kissing her belly button again and scooting his body alongside hers. "You win. I tried." He smiled at her. "Just let me know when you change your mind…And maybe then you can wear a nightgown instead of these pants." He smiled wickedly and snapped at the elastic.

"You'll be the first to know when I do," Keely said, kissing Phil's lips quickly. "Who knows? Maybe it'll be sooner than you think, Diffy." She ruffled his hair.

"You're killing me, Teslow," Phil groaned. Face back in pillow.

"Come on, Phil. Up and at 'em," Keely said. She slid out of the bed, picked Phil's t-shirt up off the floor, and tossed it to him.

Phil looked up and watched as Keely found her pajama shirt under the bed, slipped it on, and buttoned it up. "Now why'd you have to go and put that back on?" he asked her. "After all that work I did getting it off of you."

Keely rolled her eyes. "'Cause all this activity has made me hungry. And I want some breakfast. You?"

"You can cook without a shirt on. I'm sure it's been done before," Phil said. He sat up and pulled on his t-shirt.

"I'm not cooking anything," Keely said, grinning and batting her eyelashes. "You are."

"Is this some kind of girl power thing?" Phil asked, climbing out of the bed. "'Cause I'm definitely pro-girl, Keels, but a cook?"

"What, you can't scramble some eggs for your girlfriend?" she asked.

"I can try," Phil said, pulling on his pants. "But the whole cooking-from-scratch thing doesn't exactly run in my family."

"I'll help you, Phil," Keely said, grabbing his hand. "Let's go."

In the kitchen, Keely pulled food and dishes out of the cabinets and the refrigerator. Phil sat on a stool at the counter drinking orange juice and watched.

"Crap," Keely said.

"What?" Phil asked.

"No eggs," she said. Phil hopped off of the stool and walked toward the hall, smiling. "Where are you going?" Keely asked.

"Bedroom," Phil said, pointing at the doorway with his thumb. "I mean, if you're out of eggs, we might as well use this time wisely." He winked.

"Phil," Keely said in a tone that Phil knew meant, "enough is enough." She grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him back.

"Look, why don't we go to my house? My mom's probably making something," Phil said. Keely covered her mouth with her hand. "What?"

"I forgot all about your parents, Phil," Keely said.

"What do you mean?" Phil asked.

"Remember? Your dad wanted you to call him last night when my mom got home," Keely said. "And you didn't."

"I'm sure he forgot all about it, Keels. He forgets his pants almost every day," Phil said.

"But don't you think it's weird they never called to check up on you?" Keely asked. "What if they found out about us, you know, with some kind of future gadget they planted in my room or something? Like a spy camera? And they're lying in wait to humiliate us? What if they told my mother?" Keely was banging her head against the side of the refrigerator.

"Keels, they're gonna find out sooner or later," Phil said, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her away from the fridge. "MOM AND DAD, I SPENT THE NIGHT ALONE WITH KEELY!" Phil yelled. Keely rolled her eyes. Phil laughed. "Look, we'll just go over there and explain that it was late when the movie ended and my foot was too sore for me to walk, so I just stayed on the couch. That's partially true, at least. They might be mad, but, you know, it was worth it," Phil said raising his eyebrows and smiling. Then Keely smiled back and kissed him.

Hey phil fans. Is this chapter lame? At first it was okay to write then it kind of started to I don't know… get boring… ugh. Anyway, I hope you all stick with me. I promise it will be worth it in the end. I have some surprises!