(June - A little messed up)

Logan exhaled in exasperation as he watched Veronica and Mac running through a list of alternative vegetarian lunch options with the Hearst catering assistant who had flushed an embarrassed shade of pink.

"There's nothing?" Mac asked in dismay, her grey eyes wandering over the pre-packed snacks.

How in the world could ALL of her favourites simply be gone?

She glanced over to the table where Parker and Piz were chatting with Wallace.

"I'm sorry.. we had an unexpected rush not long before you came in- some of the Pi Sigs brothers came down and took all the vegetarian options to help show support for the campus animal rights group march this afternoon," she explained.

"They took ALL of them?" Veronica frowned, guiltily cradling her share-sized portion of French fries and lasagne.

"No-I mean… there were a few other alternatives but then the Theta Beta sisters purchased those for their Spotlight on Eating Disorders luncheon over at Keating Hall," she explained picking up the stack of trays. "Sorry- you could try the Stop n Go down the street?"

"Thanks," Mac murmured sliding her empty plate back onto the counter.

Even the fruit salad bar had been picked clean…

Logan watched as Veronica and Mac seemed deep in negotiations while he retrieved the can of grape soda from the vending machine and Dick leaned against the pillar beside him grinning like Cheshire cat. Arms folded over his broad chest, looking proud of himself.

"This your doing?" Logan asked wryly nodding towards the scene.

"Maybe." Dick answered gleefully.

Definitely… He'd encouraged the Hearst Sorority sisters to organize a social lunch with the Neptune's Anorexia and Bulimia Recovery Center and personally paid for Mac's ex-boyfriend Bronson's Animal Rights group to get free vegetarian and vegan meals for their No Kill Shelters rally today.

Shaking his head Logan pinned his roommate with a look. He didn't even try to pretend to understand this cat and mouse game between Mac and his best friend, only that he had been sworn to secrecy since they began hooking up a few weeks ago.

"I'm not seeing the plan here…" Logan said raising a brow as Mac turned walking with Veronica towards their usual lunch table. "Are you going to buy out every restaurant in Neptune?"

Her eyes narrowing when they locked onto Dick, lips pursing into a thin line as she said her farewells and stormed out of the cafeteria, predictably towards the Food Trucks that sometimes parked on the edge of campus this time of day. Dick wasn't exactly subtle standing there in a green aloha shirt and beige chinos.

"First rule of hunting Logan… separate the gazelle from the herd," Dick grinned.

"Can't you just ask her out like a normal human being?" Logan sighed scrubbing a hand through his hair, making a mental note to get it cut soon or he would end up with a shaggy mop soon like his friend.

Whatever his roommate was doing with the short brunette, he was devoting an abnormal amount of time to pursuing it. Normally he'd be off laying the ground work for his newest conquest by now.

"She just got out of a relationship… she has to get the rebound thing out of her system," Dick replied simply.

"So you are going to wait until after she hooks up with someone else?" Logan asked.

"What? No!" Dick growled. Was she into another guy?

"Then why are you flirting like you did in the third grade?" Logan questioned.

"Not wasting time worrying about subtlety," Dick shrugged.

Logan bit his tongue, some misplaced sense of bro code loyalty stopping him from lecturing Dick about the difference between showing keen interest and sexual harassment. He figured if it really came to that point, Mac would have mentioned something to him or someone about the attention if she felt uncomfortable.

At least, he hoped so.

Glancing off in the direction Mac had went he saw her standing with arms folded across her chest glaring at his blond companion.

"What now?"

"Nothing… I just might have sent the usual vendors outside over to Greek Row to cater Jock Fest and provide tacos to the Hearst's drama department" Dick grinned.

"You know there's other vegetarian students besides Mac right?" he sighed.

"Yet SHE'S the only one looking at me like I'm late to play hide the salami," Dick quipped nudging his roommate on the shoulder and taking off after the short brunette.

"You are such a CHILD!" Mac snapped at him as she strode away from him.

"What, I can't support my local animal shelter?" he asked with a smirk.

"If you wanted to support your local shelter, you could just have written them a cheque directly instead of canvasing every food vender in a two mile radius!" Mac said angrily.

"And you don't have to avoid me." he retorted.

"Who's avoiding you?" she demanded swinging around to face him.

Okay fine.. She had been avoiding him…

"You are."

"No, I am not!" she argued.

"Oh, okay… it's not me you want to avoid," Dick agreed indolently.

"Exactly!"

"Just all the mind blowing sex we keep having," he added, smirking when a flush of hot color swept over her pale cheeks.

Busted!

"Will you get over yourself?" she snapped, stomping away again.

"I'd rather get over you.. or under… you seemed to like that last time…" he chirped falling into step beside her. His longer legs gave him an advantage no matter how Mac tried to power marching away.

Valiantly trying not to turn and jump into those strong arms.

Last time hadn't just been frenzied animal mind-blowing sex and they both knew it…

"Can we just forget all about that?" she said shaking her head.

Reaching out he grabbed onto her arm and twirled her around to face him.

"No, we can't." he ground out.

The heat of his fingers on her skin made her thighs clench together, she'd missed his touch and it seemed her body had signed some contract with him she knew nothing about because proximity to Dick Casablancas was always met with this thrumming need building inside her.

A moment passed and she swallowed. Nipples hardening as his ocean eyes scanned her face, trailing down over her treacherous body.

"What the heck do you have to be mad about?" Mac demanded. He'd slept with dozens of girls in their senior class at Neptune High, he'd already established a reputation as Casablancas the Casanova of Pi Sigs.

They'd slept together- no one was forcing him down the altar with a shot gun!

"Because…" he said, bending down until his face was a mere breath away from hers. His hands fisted the soft fleecy feel of her Hearst hoodie before he hauled her to him, capturing her mouth with his. He kissed her until their lungs clamoured for air, her hands clinging to his biceps as she clung to him.

This… this damn connection between them… the way he almost inhaled her… mouth to mouth, body to body… soul to soul… no judgements...

The hungry look in his eyes that fiercely answered every question she was too much of a coward to admit. Branded him onto her skin.

They'd made love a few nights ago.

She could feel his body throbbing in rhythm to hers, like breathing was now a dance that their bodies did together.

Logan was out with Veronica staking out some warehouse client had suspicions was being ripped off by a few of his employees. Dick had tossed her clothes, along with the navy and stripped reversible cotton T-shirt dress she kept in her bag to avoid the walk of shame into the Neptune Grand Express 2 hour return laundry service while she was in the shower.

They'd be back long before he was ready to let her out of his bed.

"Where are my clothes?" She'd asked noticing the absent pile from earlier. Stilling his hands around her waist to undo her towel, kissing his lips along her neck and shoulder while she tossed aside her coat to find her jeans and shirt weren't as she had left them.

"Hmmm?" he asked. Stepping away from him, she reached for her bag and cut a quick glance around the room, checking the exits.

She was stranded…

"Where are my clothes?" Mac demanded frantically.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his blond head tilting to one-side as he noticed the beginnings of her panic attack. "Baby?"

His words couldn't quite reach her, if felt like the room was getting further and further away. Unsteady on her feet she scurried away from him, breathing laboured, eyes wide, shaking and scared.

"I-I need my clothes…" she pleaded. "I can't be trapped here… not again… not like last time…"

It was then Dick understood his mistake.

Not like that night with Cassidy.

He swallowed against the spurts of rage in his stomach for what his brother had put her through, he could almost forget sometimes when they were together, but that ghost was always between them.

Dick had cooed soothing words, taking off his dressing gown and wrapping it around her, pulling her close, kissing apologies into her hair while he held her. He hadn't tried to touch her, to pick up where they left off. Just the feel of his warm body allowing her to nestle into safety.

Until that comfort turned into hunger, craving him as close as possible.

Every thrust, her legs tight around his waist, every moan, every kiss from his talented mouth and touch of his clever fingers had driven her up, up and over that edge.

Their eyes locked on one another, heavy with memories. Dick kissed her again, her fingers playing in the damp curls at the base of his neck, a slow, wicked possession.

"That was not sex" he whispered, his swollen, rigid length pressing against her stomach. "It had a lot of eye contact..."

She swallowed audibly as his hand skimmed down her back and grabbed her ass.

"It got real personal..." he breathed against her lips. Her heart pounded in her chest. she needed to move. Run.

Shamelessly lie… Their time together had always been untamed, wild… but that last night… waking up curled in his arms the following morning… that had changed everything…

"Cindy…" he warned with a low growl.

"I-I…"

I can never get enough of you…

"Say it.." he urged.

"I… I think I'm.." she swallowed momentarily mesmerised by gazing at his kissable lips, lips that just been on hers…

"I want to make love to you again," he confessed in a low husky voice.

"And I… think you better order room service.."