Damnnn, 9 reviews for only 4 chapters? I hope the grind doesn't stop! :)

Guest: It gets better, but it's a dark story. We'll have to wait until we get to a happy ending

Guest: Goldie and Louie do NOT remain a couple, don't worry ;)

NOTE: This'll be the final Rated T chapter, and then it's off to Rated M from here, ya weirdos!

Just kidding, I love you all :D

Let's get on with the story!

"I'M FINE!" Huey snapped.

Dewey and Webby sat up and watched as Huey angrily stormed off. Webby frowned and tried to get up to check up on him but Dewey held her down.

"Dewey." she said sternly.

He gave her a cocky grin and she snorted.

"Your grandma's got this." Dewey said gesturing at Beakley.

Webby watched as her grandmother followed Huey. She sighed with relief.

Dewey, on the other hand, looked around and realized that they were alone. He gazed down at his girlfriend, a mischievous spark lighting up his eyes.

"Dewey, whatever you're thinking, stop thinking about it." she warned.

Dewey didn't even hesitate when he flipped Webby over on her back and pinned her arms down at her side. Webby however was taken completely off guard and was immediately on self-defense mode.

"Dewey what are you doing?!" she hissed, terrified that someone would catch them.

Dewey looked at her as if she were stupid before replying, "I think you know, exactly what I'm doing, Webbs."

She opened her mouth to protest but it was quickly captured by Dewey's swift lips. At first the kiss was simple and tender; Dewey was really soft and patient. But when Webby tried to slow it down he suddenly grew urgent moving his tongue inside her mouth and kissing her with more force and passion.

Webby's mind got real cloudy as her body betrayed her and responded back to the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck bringing him in deeper, she let out a moan when Dewey licked the roof of her mouth and bit her lower lip. She responded back by biting his lip a little harder causing him to growl.

Webby gasped in pure pleasure when Dewey's hips bucked, causing his arousal to grind in between her legs.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" gasped Webby breathlessly as she pushed him off her.

"What?" whined Dewey impatiently wanting more of the girl in front of him.

"What the fuck was that?!" she asked completely flustered.

Dewey looked at her completely confused. "What the fuck was what?"

Webby choked on her sentence and merely brought her shaky legs together and scooted away from him. Dewey noticed how flushed her cheeks were and how her legs trembled like jelly. He suddenly realized what she meant.

"It's not like we haven't done this before!" Dewey protested, recounting their various times having sex.

"Maybe it was because we were in a bed and not on some open field where everyone could potentially see us!" she snapped.

Dewey watched as her body language did not match her words. Her legs had separated to make access for him and her fingers had subconsciously started moving along his chest.

Dewey smirked at her outburst, and slowly began kissing her neck, knowing it was her biggest weakness. Sure enough, she threw her head back, a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans.

"Dewey, please…" she whispered. "My grandmother might come back—ohh!"

She was cut off when Dewey bucked his hips against hers once again. Webby glared at him while he chuckled. She obviously wanted him. He rubbed his thumb across her hand and looked her dead in the eyes, making her feel smaller and smaller by the second.

Dewey started kissing her softly while murmuring words. "If you want me to stop then make me."

"I don't…" Webby gasped. "I don't want you to stop. Not anymore."

He smirked against her lips.