A/N: Hello everyone and thank you for your warm reviews. For the next chapter, reader discretion is strongly advised. You can skip it if you wish. Consider yourself warned. And no this won't turn into cheap Cinemax smut, but rather HBO like drama-esque story development. This chapter will probably be the last or second last lovemaking scene in the story. Please review me with your thoughts.

I cannot stress enough how important it is in this chapter to listen to the outside sources. Theirperfect for the scene.

FBI National Academy

Behavioral Science Graduate Course Lecture continued

Part 6

"Now to touch on something that is a very real possibility is the idea that it is very possible for very close and even romantic relationships. This has something do to with what we call…the Romeo and Juliet effect…

Snickers of disbelief at the unoriginality of what some still view as a lackluster attempt at a joke...

"No, no, no, it's real. Whoever named this effect after its first study apparently was either dreadfully uninspired or more likely named because it fit so well…

The class quiets down.

Much like the Shakespearean tragedy, the Romeo and Juliet effect entails a romance built out of two key elements, a forbidden romance between two people from completely different worlds. It is because of this novelty and its scandalous taboo that will push the couple further and further together. One could say that if their love wasn't forbidden, Romeo and Juliet likely would have gotten bored with each other before Act III. Just like out of a soap opera?

Snickers in agreement temporarily fill the room…

"But the main reason for this psychological phenomenon is quite simple and relies on the basics of human emotion. Emotion is determined by two things: the body's biological response and exactly how the brain determines it. Now the body is very limited in its ranges of response, as a rise in facial temperature could mean many things: anger, embarrassment, or illness. But it is up to the person or the brain to be exact, to determine what they mean. Only when the hostage is faced with constant fear and harm and the captor is both the cause and the guardian against, and not the inflictor, of harm, the hostage has an overwhelming chance to misinterpret her body response as love for the person who in her mind always seemed to be the cause of it, because the danger is around whenever the captor is. It's the same reason why police academies and the like insist that relationships based on intense experiences never work out…

Yet before I go on, and this is likely a very slim chance, I have to point out that it is possible for captor and hostage to truly fall for each other if, for instance, they happen to 'fit' together with whatever may be going on in each of their lives…although I wouldn't really count on it…

If only the professor knew…

Master Bedroom

Miley's Ranchhouse

Crowley Corners, Tennessee

Day 6 of 7 of Ransom time limit.

8:47 a.m.

A/N: Outside Sources Perfect mood music: Save me from myself by Christina Aguilera. You should listen to it on repeat while reading until 'end'

The sun had already sung its radiant song hello onto Tennessee, but Miley and Theo were nowhere near ready to answer it. Miley still clung to Theo, lying on his very well toned chest and both wore big 'stupid' grins of satisfaction on their faces. And both were very exhausted (wink) from the…um…'slumber party' they had the night before. Yet at this moment, we join Theo, now only half asleep because of a particular discomfort.

Theo's POV:

"Damn, what happened to my back?"

Theo was still half asleep yet had enough to keep going to think…

"Oh yeah," I silently chuckled.

And in true manly fashion, his alertness had not only triggered his pain perception, but memories of the wicked night before alerted a particular bodily craving…

"Where's a cigar when you need one?" I mumbled to myself.

And with that Theo ever so slowly tried to wriggle his way more and more upright.

At around the same time, the few rays of sunlight that penetrated were beginning to get to Miley.

Miley's POV:

I open one eye and groan. Burying my head deeper into Teddy's chest. I whine softly to myself…

"Morninnnng (whine)…go awaaaay!...

…Stupid sun."

Feeling Teddy's powerful arms tighten around my body, I bit my lip…

"No! Not yet! Go back to sleep. I'm too warm and comfortable" I silently scream.

Miley couldn't help but giggle out loud as she continued to whine….

"Tedddddy, make it stop,"

"Huh," he replied really groggily.

"Make the sun go away, can't you shoot it or something?..."

Very softly, Theo gives a lengthy laugh. For a brief moment, Theo's vibrating chest softly vibrates Miley's head on top of it, and only makes her feel even more comfortable and even less willing to get up.

Theo's POV:

I know now that all that has happened was just so, just so I could prove to Miley…that I…Theodore James Tan…love Miley Ray Stewart. There I said it. Take that…stupid brain.

Oh bother, I really am in love. Fighting my brain, oh yeah, it's love.

As soon as I come to that conclusion I look back down to see the love of my life looking straight at me.

Their eyes meet as lovers.

"Morning, Miley" I start.

She just smiles, tilts her head, and looks at me...

... before responding by leaning in and giving Theo a lingering kiss good morning.

"Morning" Miley replied hazily smiling being returning to Theo's chest.

I couldn't be more in love. How her hair cascaded down, nestling down and covering her bare shoulders, only making me want to reach out and make her mine, just as I did last night. I'm so happy that she hadn't shortened it significantly when I told her to cut it in Gangland. It really was beautiful. She really was beautiful.

A breeze finds its way into the room and to the couple.

Miley shivered and found her way back into Theo's chest for warmth. Last night they were barely dry and in bed, but obviously had no problem with the cold roomthen.

"Reminds me of Malibu," Miley mumbled.

Theo caught Miley by surprise by sitting up and and saying…

"Tell me about it…" I urged, wanting to spend more time with Miley, in bed but in a more intimateway.

Call me a traitor to the guy code, but even though I am up for it, I don't really want sex, at least not right now. Right now, I just want intimacy…real intimacy.

"About what…Malibu?"

"Yeah, just you, me, and the sheets, tell me about Malibu…"

Miley got the hint. And it made her really happy that Theo wanted to be intimate.

Miley repositioned herself so she's straddling Theo's hips as she lies with her elbows on each side. Theo sits up and makes himself more comfortable…

"Well, in the morning, the only thing that so much more satisfying than waking up to the smell of sand, surf , and sea, is the fact you got to wake up just then, while the rest of the country had to wake up 1 to 3 hours before you."

I couldn't help but chuckle with Miley.

"…since I live right next to the beach road congestion pollution wasn't a big deal..."

Theo then took a quick peak at Miley's round and shapely derriere, which had found its way sticking up above the sheet covering her. Unfortunately for him, Miley caught him, but didn't say anything about it…at least not yet.

"…and Dad would cook up his (imitates Robbie Ray) Acky Breaky, everybody wakey, do a little shaky, pancaky…"

I was so amused at Miley's exaggerated fake father voice.

Miley was amazed that Theo hung on to ever word she said and wanted more. He really was the love of her life. There's no impatience at all. He doesn't just want to do this to get sex again.

"And when school was done, and I finished my homework, I went out with Lily and Oliver to the boardwalk. Nothing beats beachside taffy, ice cream, and…

Miley gave a very sly smile to Theo…

"…cute beach boys playing volleyball"

Theo sighed…

"Go on" I gritted and grumbled on, knowing she just did that to get to me. And did.

I looked further down and saw that while Miley was lying on my chest, she had propped herself up. And I couldn't help but drink up her plump breasts and, because of the breeze, erect nipples.

"Hey!" Miley started faking indignance, "eyes up, buster."

I slumped but genuinely wanted to hear more.

Miley then made it a point to shift herself up to kiss and suckle my ear.

"Those are for later…" she told me slyly.

I sighed in response, a sigh resembling a child's sigh after being told that he could only have dessert after his supper.

Miley laughed so very hard as she knew it and caught it the same way I did (the sigh).

Miley gave faked a breath and sigh to make sure she really had my attention and only then she finished…

"But, saving the best for last, the sunset…"

Miley took a slow breath as Theo continued to affectionately stroke her naturally soft and curly chestnut hair.

"When they say 'save the best for last' they meant it with the sunset. The sun may rise in the Big Apple, but it sets in the Malibu. And there is nowhere in the world that the sunset is more beautiful than in Malibu. Sure there're places in Cali further west, but you haven't seen the sun until you've seen it go down over the horizon while its light shades the sand a beautiful yellow. It's the sand, surf, and sea that make the difference. It's where the sunset surprises you with its last and most glorious of curtain calls, before wrapping up the show and heading back into her dressing room"

And with that Miley rested her head back onto Theo's chest.

"How 'bout you, Teddy?" Miley began as she traced the outside of my 'pecs' ever so delicately with her finger, "What's my big 'Teddy Bear' missing right now from his 'home' hmmmm"

Miley surprised me by springing up.

"And if you say you miss a certain Goldilocks; I'll tear off this nipple of yours that I'm playing with right now…" Miley threatened half seriously.

Very amused I breathed in and out trying to think of something

"Surely, there's something?" Miley prodded.

I think for a second and started…

"I miss the sourdough bread like when I was a boy"

Miley looked at me wondering why bread…

"The beautiful bread of the Golden Gates"

I look down again, to see Miley looking straight up at me with her eyes lovingly.

"After school my mom would take Tom and me to the Boudin's and buy a loaf of their landmark loaves while we walk Fisherman's Wharf. Then on weekends off she would take me to the pier and point out all the sailboats. On some nights, we would take a cruise and see Alcatraz Island and even fireworks over the (San Francisco) Bay"

A/N Outside source: Boudin's Sourdough Bakery. The REAL LIFE, oldest most iconic San Francisco bakery in town. I'm using it like Bob Peterson used Fenton's Ice Creamery in Disney Pixar's Up. And San Francisco has the rare distinction of having an entire bread associated and 'marked' as their own. Sourdough.

Miley can't help but look more in love now.

"What'll you do when you get back there?", Miley asked.

I look at her…

"Be a paramedic…"

Miley was pleasantly surprised.

"Really?"

"Yep, an EMT paramedic. That's all I ever wanted to be, since I was 6. Drive a beat; carry a stethoscope, serve the community, give back, being there for people when they need it the most…I even already have a Para-medicine diploma and a license to work in California,"

"Really?"

"Yep, I got it just before I joined the Marines"

Miley smiles and stares at Theo.

"Oh that's definitely you, Teddy. I could absolutely see you as a paramedic…"

But then something hits Miley…

"Wait…Teddy, what's gonna happen to us?"

It then hits Theo just as hard.

You see the question wasn't if there is an us. There definitely was. Miley and Theo couldn't bear to go through the world alone again.

"Oh…"

I look down to see Miley's eyes start to well up, and this time I show that I'm affected too by that obvious truth.

Because when this' all over, what will happen to us? Now that we're an 'us', how will we be able to reconcile each other into our lives given the obvious nature of our whole relationship. We were so different, what would we say? What would our families say?

The room is filled with a long pause. Both Miley and Theo couldn't help but realize that. Theo remembered what Tom told him, but still couldn't bear the thought of being without Miley. If he had to fall for Miley all over again, he wouldn't hesitate for a second to do so.

Miley looks up at me…

"Well, I'd like to see you do something to prove yourself to me…"

"What?"

"I wanna see you try to explain to your family at Chinese New Year, that the love of your life and the date to your family reunion, is a young n spunky white cowgirl from (exaggerated fake southern drawl) Tennessee."

Theo looked at Miley and responded.

"Oh yeah? Well I'd like to see how you'll explain me to all you're folks in Nashville and even here in Crowley Corners. How it was possible that all that time on the West coast only made you catch…"

...Panda Fever."

At first Miley didn't get it. But a few seconds later, with her hand already on his chest…

…responds by digging her sharp nails deeply into it, harder, but shorter and with more sting than any of the ones from the night before.

"OW!"

"Serves you right…getting so fresh…" Miley replied with a big smile and chuckle.

Theo then paused…

"I can hear it now..."

Miley was frightened…

"Hear what?"

"Your mamaw … pumping her 12 gauge (shotgun) and pointing it at my sorry yellow ass," I laughed.

Miley erupted in laughter as well.

With regards to their relationship both Miley and Theo knew that eventually they would have to cross that bridge when they got to it. But knew they were crossing it together. Certain that a solution would reveal itself to them they tried best not to think about it. After all the brushes with death they had, they were content to live in the here and now.

Wanting to get back at Miley for the 'cute boys' thing and to further lighten the mood…

"Anyways, you don't have to be jealous of Goldilocks"

Miley looked up again.

"Jealous! I'm not jealous of her."Miley denied.

Theo gave her a very unconvincing look, one that Miley cracked under.

However far fetched 'Goldilocks' was, Miley's possessive streak couldn't help but surge her jealousy forward and in full force ready to claw the eyes out of any girl who would dare go after her man. Fictional or not.

"Okay Teddy, why shouldn't I be jealous of her?..."

"…(Cough)-extensions-(cough)" Miley faked in her defense while still lying on my chest.

Theo burst into a chuckle.

"Because…the only reason why she seems too beautiful for her hair colour…"

(A/N: To my blonde readers, please don't be offended.)

"…is because she really is (too beautiful for her hair colour). She has a secret"

Miley got up and, kneeling on the bed nude, prodded on…

"She has? Then where does her most radiant beauty come from?" Miley cautiously asked.

Then I got up and leaned close enough so I could whisper into her ear…

"She's naturally a brunette…"

I lean back and watch the smile on Miley's face grow bigger and wider as she got the message. I could be getting another helping of dessert after all...sooner than I thought too.

"Really…" Miley seductively purred to me.

"Hmm hmmm, naturally curly brunette hair…"

Theo leans forward, inches from Miley's face.

"…with killer striking blue eyes."

Theo pauses…

"And the deepest, sexiest Southern, Tennessee drawl"

Theo pauses again…

"Come here" Theo snapped.

"Mmmmm…my Teddy bear wants me…" Miley giggled and squealed as I lunged at her, crushing my lips with hers.

You're gonna save me from myself.

End song.

Was he breaking the chastity rule as a devout Catholic. Yeah. Did it matter to him? Not anymore. To Theo, this was the most natural, most beautiful thing he could have done with any woman he loved.