[Reader discretion is highly advised. Mature Readers only.Contains sexual content. Not suitable for young readers.]

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognize that your beauty is not a mask

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

"So you and John, hmm?" She asked her friend when the latter sat down at the dining table to start on her homework. Racheal turned bright red: "Ehm, yeah. We'd end up together sooner or later anyway, so why not sooner. John's been nice and attentive. After the whole thing with TJ and Tyler, it's like he understands life better now. He's not such a pushy geek anymore."
"And TJ?"
"What about him?"
"I thought you liked him."
Racheal clearly thought about her answer: "I did, but he's not the same anymore. I can't deal with how he gets when he has a 'headache'."
"Instead you pick the guy who did that to him," she could not help but say.
"I know that that seems wrong. But TJ almost died for him, and John, he wanted to save his life in return. Tyler is a perfect match and every second mattered," Racheal muttered.
"And now we have two of them running around," she sighed annoyed. "Just can't wait for them both to have a 'headache' at the same time. Maybe they can have a contest to see how many chairs it takes to get knocked out?"
Before Racheal could react, the topic of their conversation entered the dining room through the kitchen while John came in through the living room.
"Afternoon, ladies," TJ said with his usual grin before he sat down across the table from them.
She quickly looked the other way when John made a halfhearted attempt to show TJ that Racheal was his girlfriend now by giving her a long kiss before sitting down next to her.
"No need for that, John. I don't steal girlfriends," TJ remarked nonchalantly.
She giggled behind her hand when John sent TJ a dark and angry look. TJ did have a point though; it had not been too long since he had broken up with Racheal and John had wasted no time moving in on her.
Before John could even say anything, Sarah entered the dining room with her mom and Cameron in tow: "Derek called. He's got a lead that's worth checking out."
John practically jumped to his feet: "Where are we heading?"
"You're not going anywhere," Sarah said sternly. "Do your homework instead."
"But, mom?"
"No, John. You wanted normal, remember? Homework is normal, so you stay here. Amy and Tyler will stay behind."
Tyler and Amy entered the dining room and sat down in chairs at opposite sides of the table.
She could see John rolls his eyes before he asked annoyed: "How long will you be gone?"
"No more than two hours. I'll call if something comes up."
She sighed; two hours with those two in charge seemed an eternity. Either they would be all lovey-dovey to the point of being nauseating or they would pick a fight with each other just for no apparent reason. Not that it mattered much, it always ended the same.

Not to her surprise, it had been no more than five minutes since her mom, Cameron and Sarah had left when she saw Amy glance at all of them before rising from her chair. Pretending to be absorbed in her homework, she watched as Amy snuck past them, leaned over Tyler's shoulder and whispered something in his ear.
"And so it begins," she muttered to herself after Tyler got to his feet and let himself be lead towards the stairs by Amy.
"What?" John looked up confused. "Oh, not again."
Not long after, they all were treated to Amy's moaning and Tyler's groaning.
"Oh my gosh," Racheal squeaked embarrassed. "Have they no shame at all?"
"Apparently not," TJ said, trying to keep a straight face.
"This is ridiculous," John shook his head.
"Yeah," Racheal agreed while she put her pen down. "How are we supposed to do our homework now?" She pushed her chair back and got up. "I'm gonna put my headphones on and listen to some music with the volume way up. I so do not wanna listen to this."
"She's right," John declared a few minutes after Racheal had gone upstairs. "Mom coulda known it doesn't take them much to want to rip each other's clothes off. This is just fúcking ridiculous," he added while he slammed his books closed.
"You sure it's not ridiculous fúcking?" TJ grinned, leaning back in his chair.
She almost choked at that comment and burst into laughter: "That was bad, TJ."
He looked at her from under his eyebrows with a wicked glint in his eyes and a crooked smile on his face: "I know."
"Buncha high school kids," John grumbled, pushing his chair back angrily and standing up.
At that TJ began to roar with laughter. She knew that it stung John that Sarah had enrolled him in some obscure community college where she had made sure that TJ could still do Computer Science at UCLA. TJ was intelligent enough to do a four-year-education in only two years and still find time to live. She wondered why he even bothered getting a degree when the world was going to end soon anyway. It annoyed her that she was being sent to school instead of enjoying what this world still held and would all be lost in the world she had come from. Play hooky, go to the beach, hang out with friends at the mall. So much to see, to do before time would run out for this world and it would all go to hell.
"Gonna see what Racheal's listening to 'cause I sure don't want to listen to you two making bad remarks like rowdy teens on a school field trip," John said angrily before he turned on his heels and headed up the stairs.
"Too bad, no sense of humor," TJ grinned. "Could've made comments a lot worse."
What he said did not completely register with her. John had gone up the stairs to hang out with Racheal. She glanced at TJ and saw that he was bent over his books again.
"Listen to music. Sure, like we don't know what they'll be doing," she muttered with disgust.
"Playing a rousing game of chess," TJ quipped, not looking up from his textbook.
"Oh, ha ha."
"Not sure why you get so worked up about it. If they didn't, you wouldn't be here. Or do you still believe the stork dropped you off?"
"No, a T-600 shot it down. It's just gross to think of them like that," she grumbled.
"Then don't."

She glared at him over her books, but he did not seem to notice or mind. A few minutes of silence went by in which she desperately tried to focus on her homework and he continued to read. Assessing it was to no avail, she closed her book and pushed it away from her. He looked at her over the rim of his book for a second and then returned to reading. She lowered her head a little and read the title on the cover "Advanced Computer Science Theory". The title already sounded boring and too complicated to her in her mind.
"TJ?
"Yes?"
"You've had girlfriends, right?"
"Wouldn't call them girlfriends," he answered with a slight annoyance to his voice.
"But you slept with them, right?"
He heaved a deeply annoyed sigh, closed his book and put it down: "Right."
"So there's no one special?"
"Nah, you don't have to be boyfriend - girlfriend to have sex."
She felt her ears began to glow. "Don't you want a girlfriend?"
He kept quiet for a moment: "Nah."
"Why not?"
He looked at her darkly from under his brow: "Think about it, Princess. Why become attached to someone who is going to die when the whole world goes to hell?"
"You could warn her," she offered.
"Yeah, did that once. I thought she and I had something special, and I wanted to," he paused. "Save her, I guess. So I told her. Next thing she called me insane and would call the cops on me if I were ever to contact her again. Then she left for good. She even changed universities to get away from me."
"People suck," she remarked sympathetically.
His shoulders rose and fell in a simple shrug: "Not just people."
"No, I mean... When you meet someone, you don't expect to give a damn, right? Who's got the time? Life's too short, and people suck."
"Exactly, so after that, I figured it was easier to leave the girls in the dark and enjoy it while it lasts."
"So it's just casual sex?"
"I think they call it friends with benefits nowadays," he chuckled. "But yeah, just casual sex, no strings attached."
"Oh Ty, you animal!" They heard Amy exclaim. "That's just... Oh god!"

She put her hands over her ears to block out most of the noise coming from upstairs. It was deeply embarrassing if not disturbing to having to listen to them but there was no escape; Tyler and Amy were not even trying to be somewhat discrete about what they were doing.
She glanced at TJ who was shaking his head slowly: "Surprising that none of the neighbors have called the cops yet. Sounds more like they're killing each other than screwing each other," he remarked wryly.
Her cheeks felt hot, like they were on fire: "Sheesh, TJ."
"Kinda hard to concentrate on a text when they're being so loud," he added. "At least at night I can bury my head under my pillow."
She could tell that he was fighting to keep a straight face and not start laughing when they heard Amy howl her lover's name, followed by Tyler's low growl.
"Good guys always finish last," he quipped.
Now that Tyler and Amy had gone quiet, they were treated to the soft, rhythmic creaking of a bed. She felt her stomach turn in protest and did her best to ignore the sound. It was impossible for her to make the difference betweens the teens upstairs now and her parents in the future.
"Now that I don't mind. Just a little background noise, easy to ignore," he laughed.
She groaned with disgust.
"Oh right. Your parents," he chuckled. "Already practicing to be quiet so the machines won't hear them coming."
"Not funny," she hissed annoyed.
"Maybe not," he agreed reluctantly.
They were not his parents, so he had no idea how sick this actually was to hear, but still she needed to suppress the urge to get up and hit him for that remark.
"It is funny that we are the only ones not to, though. Maybe we should just do it right here, right now on the table? Why should they have all the fun, right?" He joked while giving her a conspiring wink.
"Oh, we'd be in so, so much trouble," she laughed for a few seconds before all of a sudden a deep sadness set in: "You know... It's just so not fair. Everyone gets to do whatever they want to, except me... You'd think that people would be upset about John and Racheal hanging out together so much, but no, they'll be together in the future, so that makes it okay. And yet when a boy only looks my way, all hell breaks loose."
"And what do you want?" He asked with genuine interest. "If you could do anything you'd like?"
"I'd like to be free. Not bound by fate, name and people telling me what I can and can't do or who I can hang out with and who not. Just be free and forget my name."

There was a kind of sympathy in his crooked grin. He seemed to understand what she meant. Then she realized that he was bound by the chains of his fate as well. Nevertheless people did not think of him as some naive little child, which gave him some room to fight the restraints set by his destiny. It took him a while to answer, which told her that he had given it some thought.
"I can set you 'free'," he offered with a smug grin.
She swallowed the wrong way and started coughing. "Are you... You serious?" She squeaked.
"Yeah, why not? It's just sex, right?"
"Right, just sex," she said as casual as possible. "Something I'd like to do without the entire family watching my back."
He burst into warm laughter: "Now that would be really disturbing."
"Oh shut up," she giggled.
"We're all dysfunctional enough already," he teased.
Had the moment come and gone? She wondered. Or had he been kidding to see if she would take the bait?
He pushed his chair back and rose to his full height. Just as tall as his future version, but not as broad and muscular yet. And a lot nicer than the gruff man her father had appointed as her guard.
"So... Wanna forget your name, Princess?" He asked in a husky tone.
She disliked it when people would call her Princess. It sounded demeaning, a reminder of her family's name and fame. However the way he had said it just now, it was gentle and full of promise.
Her heart began to thump wildly in her chest. This was it. Excited that in a while she would no longer be this naive little girl. Thrilled that he was gone to be the one, and not one of those childish boys from school.
"Really?" She stammered.
A new worry rose from deep within her mind when she remembered some of the stories the girls in school told their friends between classes. "Unless you don't want to," he smiled.
"I don't know... It's just... I don't know," she stopped when it became clear she could not put it into words.
He looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and surprise. She averted her eyes and stared at the closest thing in front of her.
"Oh, I thought. I mean, since you talked about it so candidly... So no boys?"
She began to fidget with a piece of paper: "No boys. Back home, knowing who my father was, was enough to have boys stay a mile away. And here, the boys I know from school are just so very immature," she paused for a moment. "I just want to get it over and done with."
She feared his reaction. Would he back out? Or would he start laughing at her? Only to tease her with it later on? He kept quiet for a bit. It felt like she was holding her breath. She watched as the corners of his mouth began to curl upwards into that crooked smile. There you had it. He was going to laugh at her.
"Guess I will have to show you the ropes," he said slowly.
"Show me the ropes?" She asked confused, unsure if it had a double meaning.
"You'll see," he reassured her. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't remember your name," he added in a sultry voice. "Just promise me one thing?"
"And that would be?"
"Promise you'll tell me to stop if you change your mind."
"Doubtful," she stated with conviction.
He raised an eyebrow sardonically: "No promise, no sex. Your choice, Princess."
She sighed annoyed: "I promise. In return I just have one request."
"And that would be?" He frowned curiously.
"Nothing weird, really. It's just... No kissing, okay?"
He looked at her, keeping quiet for a minute, and she began to worry if this would be the moment he would really back out: "Okay," he nodded. "But you don't know what you're missing."

She had taken off like an arrow from bow, afraid he would want to back out if he was given time to think about it; she had lost her shirt by the time she had reached the stairs and had managed to be rid of her bra when she had reached the top of the stairs. Without giving him much of a choice, she had dashed into his room. And had been forced to wait impatiently for him to come in after her. Now she stood rooted to the floor, unsure of what was expected of her next. Like it was the most normal thing in the world, he had undressed himself in front of her. No shame at all.
She took her time to look at him and decided he was even hotter naked. A few times she had seen him emerge from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, fresh from a shower, and had appreciated the sight of his washboard abs.
However this was the first time in her life, she saw a man completely naked, let alone a man who was clearly aroused. It was somewhat intimidating, because, even though it was not difficult to figure what had to go where, it did make her wonder how on earth it could go there without hurting like hell. Was this really what she wanted? Yes, it was. For so long people had treated her like a four year old kid that she had resigned in acting like one instead of acting like the seventeen year old girl she was supposed to be.
Did she want him to be her first? Yes, she did. Even if it was meant to be nothing special, just a one-time thing to get this over and done with so she could put it behind her. He seemed to understand that and made no attempt to convince her otherwise. She slipped out of her jeans and panties. Now completely naked too left her feeling very self-conscious for a minute or two, until she noticed the look on his face. Feeling a little more confident, she moved towards his bed.
Why did she keep thinking this over and over? It was just going to be casual sex. Nothing more. Then why did she keep stalling? Was she having second thoughts? She shook her head to rid her mind of the confusing thoughts. He's just a means to an end, she told herself, and he knows it too.

He smiled crookedly and went over to his nightstand: "Do I need to use something?"
Something? She felt she began to blush again when she realized what he actually meant. Her first reaction was to say yes but instead she lied: "I'm on the pill."
She felt bad for tricking him like this. However she wanted her first time to be natural. She really wanted to feel him. So she had quickly thought up a believable excuse about how it helped her to regulate her periods since she was from 'another time and world in which famine, pollution and disease had reigned'. He looked at her for a few seconds, and she feared he could tell that she had lied to him. Relief ran through her when he nodded and she did not have to trick him any more.
"You can still back out," he smiled faintly.
She shook her head confidently: "Not backing out."
He lay down on his bed and made himself comfortable on his back, folding his hands under his head before looking at her with a wolfish grin: "Well, what are you waiting for?" He teased. "You wanted this. Now come and get it."
"Oh, to hell with it," she encouraged herself to take the next step. Without giving herself the time to over think it, she got on the bed as well and straddled his lap. Her heart jolted and she let out a whimper of joy when she felt him press up against her.
"Just listen to your body, Princess," he told her in a gentle voice. "It'll tell you what to do."
She shook her head. "Trust me," he smiled encouragingly. "It's already telling you what to do."
Without realizing that she was doing it, she had started rocking against him. Did she dare take the next step? She closed her eyes and tried to 'listen'; her body was answering his. Last chance to back out, a faint voice said in the back of her head.
Even if she had wanted to back out, her body would have fought her every step of the way. Lust swirled through her blood. Just a means to an end, echoed in her mind. No longer able to form any coherent thoughts, her instincts took over.

She winced when it hurt a little for a few seconds, but it did not come near the amount of pain she had been expecting. An unstoppable low moan rumbled in her chest when she felt him slide in deeper. Though a strange and somewhat uncomfortable tickle, it felt warm and fulfilling all at once.
"You okay?" He asked softly.
She nodded slowly and giggled; it was kind of silly that he was so concerned about her, at the same time it was also very endearing. So far it had been nothing like she had expected it to be. What did I expect? She asked herself in thoughts. Be thrown on the bed, pants pulled down, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am? Maybe, if it had been one of the boys in my classes.
Occupied by her thoughts, the moment of being uncomfortable with him filling her had passed. In fact it had started to feel very natural.
"Are you gonna lecture me, Princess? Have I been a naughty boy?" He teased.
Unsure and unknowing what to do with them, she had crossed her arms so she would not do anything stupid with them. She glared at him good-naturedly while he smiled amused. Immediately she let them fall to her sides. He took her hands and placed them on his chest.
"Just keep 'em there," he showed her his crooked grin. "Or place them on the mattress just above my shoulders. Whatever works best for you."
"Smartass," she muttered, kicking herself for not thinking she could steady herself like that.
"One thing at the time, Princess."
"Oh, shut up," she blushed while she pinched him on the chest.
"Let's save that for another time as well," he smirked.
"Really, TJ. I have half a mind to get up and walk away," she remarked.
"Nah, you don't."
He was right. She did not.
"Just try to move a little," he suggested after he placed his hands on her behind. "Nice n slow. Find a rhythm."

A rhythm? She raised an eyebrow and looked at him curiously. What was this? A dance class? Taking his suggestions, she rocked back and forth once. A pleasant tingle welled up, one that tasted like more. Her teeth dug deep into the flesh of her lower lip when she tried that move again. Another tingle, stronger, inviting her back for more.
Making sure her hands were steady on his chest, she tried to find her way to a steady flow of rocking. No matter how hard she tried, she could not find her rhythm and hold it. Shít, he must think I'm a total idiot, she thought worried when she felt his hands squeeze and release her behind very softly in an evenly rhythm.
"Just follow my lead, Princess," he said in a gentle manner. "Squeeze, forward. Release, back."
Somewhat reluctant she followed the directions his hands were giving her and soon found herself rocking back and forth at a steady pace from which she did not dare to stray, afraid it would turn into a disaster again.
The tingles, so very tempting by nature, turned into arcs of pleasurable tension. The muscles of her calves, her thighs, her lower abdomen and her very core began to strain in enjoyable pain. She pressed harder to reach what lay so close, fighting it and accepting it at the same time.
"Just go with it, Princess," he sounded so far away.
Once more. All the tension balled up together. The world began to fade, until it was just him and her left. Just once more. An eruption of sheer pleasure. No longer in control, she threw her head back and arched her back, clamping her jaws shut to keep herself from letting out the primal howl rising from her chest at a frightening speed.

Completely drained. Her mind buzzing. Her ears ringing. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. So wonderful.
She eased herself down on his chest, resting her head just below his chin, stretching her legs languidly. While she still tried to catch a full breath again, a sudden need to laugh took over. He cleared his throat, and she raised and turned her head a little to look at him.
"Oh, hi," she laughed.
"Welcome back," he whispered.
Why wasn't he laughing with her? Only then she realized he was still there, still hard. For some reason she had thought he had finished with her. Suddenly she felt very stupid and selfish.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled embarrassed.
"What for?" He asked confused, reaching out to wipe a bead of sweat from her forehead.
"For being selfish," she replied in a soft voice.
The corners of his mouth curved upwards. If he was going to laugh at her, she would kill him. Even if that would be a shame.
"Not selfish," he grinned. "You still don't get it, do you, Princess?"
"Get what?" She really had no idea about what she was supposed to understand.
"This was never about me, and all about you," he answered shyly.
"Really?" She squeaked.
He nodded slowly, scratching himself behind his left ear. It was a cute move and she wondered what it meant. How would it feel to kiss him? She asked herself in thoughts. Gentle? Searing? Sweet?
On a whim, she reached for his face, her hands coming to rest on his cheeks and jaw line. She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips tentatively against his. No reaction on his part. Feeling stupid and disappointed, she pulled away a little.
Had she misunderstood? Mistaking his concern for something more, something deeper? Her eyes searched for his. She could see that there was confusion written in them. Was it something she had done? Or something she had failed to do?
"TJ?" She asked hesitantly.

His right arm came around her shoulders. His left hand on the small of her back. She gasped for air when suddenly she found herself on her back with him hovering over her. His warmth, the way his skin felt as it brushed with hers, the weight of his hips as they rested on hers, how he felt inside her, how he smelled so nice, how he looked at her now that he was on top. All seemingly insignificant things, and yet she discovered that she wanted to remember it all.
The skin of his right hand felt warm and a little rough when he cupped her left cheek and took her breath away with a wonderful kiss. Now his hand slid from her cheek down to her collar bone, and from her collar bone to her left breast, his touch light as a feather. Worry rose in the back of her mind: she didn't have much. Tenderly he cupped it, caressed it, and she could not stop the moan the new sensation brought on from passing over her lips. God, how would she feel if he used both hands? She moaned wistfully.
"Just remember," his voice was hoarse with lust. "Listen to your body. If you want to touch me, touch me. There's no right or wrong."
"Okay, so if I do this," she breathed, putting her hands on his behind. "And then this," she softly pressed him closer to her. "It's okay," she gasped as a pleasant tingle ran through her.
"That's right, Princess," he whispered seconds before his mouth covered hers in an intense kiss.
She moaned softly when he pulled back a little and eased back in again. There was no other thought in her mind than how good this felt. His left hand slid down her side in a tender caress until it reached her thigh. Without breaking rhythm, he lifted her right leg up a little and put it over his left thigh.
The subtle change, the increased sensation. She moaned louder. Without waiting for him to do it, she put her left leg over his other thigh. Whimpering when he almost left her, moaning when he came back to her. Her hands traced a path up from his behind to his shoulder blades.
She gnashed her teeth when the sparks and tingles began to melt together. Growing stronger and higher like a tsunami reaching the shore.
"Don't stop," she murmured when his pace changed again, his strokes becoming increasingly deeper and more determined.
Those pleasant tingles completely fused into a tight knot at the very center of her being. Fear struck in the back of her mind; there would be no way she could stop herself from screaming at the release of all that wonderful tension.
Maybe she could use a pillow to muffle her scream? She lifted her head from the bed, not a second to lose. The pillows were out of reach. Panic delayed her a little. Hadn't he said that there was no wrong or right? Her breathing had started to become shallow and ragged. The heat within, she burned so hot. It was coming. And there was nothing she could do about it.
Before she knew it, she sunk her teeth into soft flesh of his right shoulder and howled muffled against his skin as the tidal wave of ecstasy washed over her. She pressed against him, clung onto him, as if she were drowning in a sea of uncontrolled feelings, wrapping her arms and legs around his body as tightly as she could. Her world cracked, and shattered. Blissful emptiness.

Slowly the real world started to return, like the noise of a new dawn; she felt him kiss her neck before he brought his face above hers and looked her in the eye. Barely able to do anything she sent him a loving smile, managing to raise her right hand and gently caress his cheek with her thumb. She watched as sweat trickled down the sides of his face.
After resting her left arm around his neck and sliding her right hand to the back of his head, she pulled him to her but instead of letting her kiss him, he buried his face in her neck. He pressed on one last time, his deep growl of pleasure reaching her ear. His muscles tense under her fingers, he seemed to freeze up for a few seconds, his breathing hitched.
Suddenly she almost got the wind knocked out of her when he lost all strength in his body and collapsed on top of her. Lethargically she stroked his back and ruffled his damp hair, enjoying how close he was to her right that moment.
A whimper passed her lips when he pulled out slowly; she did not want this moment, this feeling to end. Maybe it had started out as just sex but it had become so much more, something she did not dare to name yet, afraid he would not feel the same.
He rolled off of her and unto his back, panting and gasping. "Holy hell," he breathed, resting his right arm over his forehead.
She turned on her side and studied his face. A smile was forming on his lips while he tried to catch a full breath. Was he laughing? Yes, he was. A deep frown creased her brow; she hated to be confused. He was confusing. Had her share in this been so bad? Why else would he be laughing?
Anger flashed bright. Frustrated, she punched him on the jaw.
"Arrogant jerk," she hissed tearfully.
Within seconds she was flat on her back with him leaning over her. His eyes were searching for her and finding them, holding her captive because she saw something in them she could not place, something she had not seen before. She got ready to hit him again if he were to think it would be a good idea to laugh at her again.
This time he was a step ahead of her; he grabbed her hands and forced them above her head. She fought against his hold.
"A little spitfire, are you?" He smirked.
"Not little. Five foot seven," she protested, still struggling to get free.
"Still little to me," he quipped. "So... Care to tell me why you hit me?"
"Because you were laughing at me."
He shook his head: "Wasn't laughing at you."
"Sure, only at my bad performance," she muttered upset, feeling miserable. "And I would've done a lot worse if you hadn't kept telling me what to do."
"Didn't tell you to bite me," he said smugly.
"Sorry," she said before she glanced at where she had bitten him, wincing when she saw the redness and the teeth marks. At least it was not bleeding.
"It's fine," he reassured her.
"Still gotta hurt," she mumbled.
"It's fine," he repeated. "Never had a girl bite me before. Been scratched, pulled by my hair, punched, pinched and head butted, but bitten, no," he said with a mischievous grin that had her heartbeat pick up a little. "So there is a first time for everything."
She wished that his words would make her feel better, like he had intended. It had been so wonderful, he had felt so good. And she had lost her mind. She vowed that she would not hurt him like that the next time, if there was going to be a next time.
"But why were you laughing?" She still wanted to know.
"Why were you laughing earlier?" He countered with a question of his own.
She blushed fiercely again: "Oh," she said shyly.
"Exactly," he grinned.

He rolled onto his back again, softly pulling her with him so she could cuddle up against him. It was tempting. There was nothing she wanted more that very moment than to rest her head on his chest and feel his arms around her, enjoying the afterglow together before making love to him again. And again.
Nevertheless they were not alone in the house. An entire clan of Connors and their guards, who would come looking for her once they had realized that their 'Princess' had gone missing. And the worst person who could find out about TJ and her was:
Her mother! Sarah, Cameron and her mom could come home any minute now, and here she was, completely naked, half underneath a cute guy who was without clothes as well. Racheal Connor was not a born Connor like Sarah or her, but she was a force to be reckoned with, especially when it came to her children. In the best case she would let TJ get away with his life but she would castrate him first, and preferably in an extremely painful way.
"They're not home yet. We better get dressed and head downstairs," she said nervously when the voice of reason kicked in completely.
"Hmm-hmm," he sounded more asleep than awake.
"Com'on, TJ. No time to be messing around," she remarked, getting off the bed so she could gather her clothes and get dressed.
"Just a few more minutes," he yawned.
"No, now! They'll be home soon."
It began to grate on her nerves that he appeared so careless about the possibility of getting caught red-handedly.
"If they find you in bed, naked... Even Miss Tin would figure out what happened. Mom would lock me up in my room for the rest of my life, and she would kill you."
He let out a deep breath: "Can always lie. Say that this or that girl showed up on the doorstep for a booty call and that she left after she got what she wanted. Sarah will get on my case again, but if that keeps the suspicion off of you, I'll be happy to weather the hurricane."
She felt happy and disappointed at the same time. He would lie and get yelled at to protect her but at the same time he would deny what had happened between them. It made her heart sing and ache. Before she could say something, he sat up and swung his legs off the bed:
"Don't worry. I'll be down in a few, " he smiled before rising to his feet.
A warm fuzzy feeling ran through her when she let her gaze slide over his naked body. Hot and cute. Wicked and divine. In silence, she wished they could have had more time together.

Much to her own relief, she was the first to come back downstairs and find the ground floor to be deserted. She had found her shirt at the bottom of the stairs, but where her bra was, she had no idea. Contemplating whether she should try and find the missing piece of clothing, she decided against it. No doubt that the moment she had recovered it, she would look up and find her mother staring sternly at her. This was not something she wanted to explain to her mother. Yet.
Not knowing where she had left the damn thing fed her nervousness. She could only hope that either TJ or she would find it before anyone else did. Tyler and Amy would never let them live it down. Cameron would give her away in a heartbeat, even if the machine did not have a heart. John and Racheal would be her parents one day and would surely remember this. Sarah, she had no idea how this Sarah would react to finding it. Maybe TJ would find, hide and hand it back to her in a moment when no one else was paying attention? She could only hope for that.
After scanning the living room if the bra was plain view, she moved back to the dining room and sat down at the table, pulling her homework to her. She opened her book, grabbed her pen so she could do her homework. After only reading a few words of the first line of the question she had to answer, her mind began to wander; she could still feel him, taste his kisses, the warm fuzzy feeling of satisfaction deep within her abdomen. It was more than enough to have her shift around in her chair. How long would it be before they would be together alone and repeat what they had done this afternoon? Because it was definitely something worth repeating in her opinion.
A few minutes later TJ came down the stairs, making a detour through the kitchen before entering the dining room. After he placed a can of soda in front of her, he leaned down and stole a quick kiss upon seeing that it was just the two of them before he went to the other side of the table and sat down.
"Thanks," she smiled, only realizing now that she was dehydrated.
"Sure thing, Princess."
She bit the inside of her cheek so she wouldn't giggle; no one would suspect that he meant it in a different way. That's why he had picked that one, she realized suddenly. She grabbed the can and opened it.

Cackling drifted down the stairs, and she rolled her eyes. Not thinking of them as her parents doing it was easier said than done. A minute later John and Racheal came into the dining room. John was grinning like the Cheshire cat, his arm wrapped firmly around Racheal's waist, while Racheal looked like she was going to burst from the giggles.
"Sheesh," she mumbled disgusted.
John and Racheal looked at her curiously. A deep worry entered her mind: what if they could tell that she had done something like that? She did feel a bit different but did she look different? Silly worries, she told herself, it was not like they had been in a car wreck.
Only then she noticed that TJ was wearing a black dress shirt instead of the white with light blue stripes he had worn earlier. Oh shít, she thought while her stomach did a one-eighty on her. If she had noticed, so would Racheal. Idiot, she cursed him in thoughts.
"So," Racheal began. "What's with the different shirt?"
There you had it. We're busted.
"It's clean, for starters," TJ answered calmly. "Got a soda shower when I opened my drink in the kitchen. She cleaned up while I went upstairs to put on a clean and dry shirt."
"Yeah, he made quite a mess," she chimed in.
"Why do you think we're not that far ahead of you with our homework? Other than the soda shower, it is pretty difficult to concentrate on a text when every few seconds we hear a groan or a moan or the creaking of a bed," TJ sounded so calm and collected, with even a hint of reproach to his voice.
"Just because you two, and Tyler and Amy, are at it like bunnies doesn't mean that the Princess and me automatically end up fúcking each other's brains out."
She bit the inside of her lower lip so she would not sigh with disappointment. This time Princess had sounded more like she was used to; distant, demeaning. He had done it on purpose, for her sake, she knew that, but it did not mean it did not hurt. Without another moment's thought. The front door opened and before she could reach for a gun, Sarah and her crew walked into the room. Perfect timing.She thought. John dropped his arm from Racheal which made her smile fade and cleared his throat.
"What happened with Derek's lead?"
"A bust a usual." Sarah said shaking her head and headed upstairs.

Destiny forced herself to look at her mother , worrying her ever prying eyes may divulge her secrets. Luckily, her mother's eyes seemed trained on John who without word rewrapped his arm around Racheal A soft smile played on her mother's lips before taking her bag of supplies upstairs to their shared room. With her future parent's eyes on each other, she slumped against the door post and breathed a sigh of relief. Fooled them again it seems. As a smug looked crept on her face, she looked again up to see Sarah pick up her missing bra. Sarah held it up gingerly and looked from Racheal to Destiny. Destiny quickly turned her head and felt herself flush six shades of red, certain Sarah's eyes were still on her. And now I'm in trouble.