LEMON RachxPogue... because Quincy just wouldn't let me rest until I wrote it. :) It wont be the last guys, that's for sure. Enjoy.

Rachel's POV –Tuesday-

It was late afternoon and I lay curled on the couch before the TV. So I had gotten in huge trouble from my dad about taking his car and also for sort of running from the house, but I got over it.

It's not like he had hit me or shoved me into the cupboard. The worst he did was scare the shit out of Pogue again, which haden't exactly been the best idea.

My dad was out with his friends at the pub this afternoon and Pogue was in the shower that I had occupied just before hand.

My hair was still wet and I had a glass coke bottle in my hand, my favourite. I only ever drank from the classic glass bottles, a group of them growing at the foot of the couch.

The door opened and Pogue peeked around the corner, his hair only quickly towel dried. I smirked at him and let my eyes wonder. I sucked in air as my eyes hit the edge of his towel and then shot back up to his eyes. I blushed, "You might want to get some clothes on. You know how much you distract me when you're like that."

He chuckled and said from down the hall, "What are we doing for dinner tonight? Want me to make you something?"

I snorted, "I'll say all we have in the fridge is a few rats and maybe some frozen peas. We can grab some this at the store or something."

"Go check,"

I got up, putting my drink aside and went into the kitchen. The wallpaper was peeling off and as I opened the fridge, the only thing that was there was more coke and beer.

I frowned at a note on the counter. In scribbled handwriting it said;

Got some groceries for tonight. Don't skip dinner

I shivered at the mere thought of my dad, Pogue and I sitting at a table. It just didn't look right. At all.

Pogue came around the corner, dressed but hair still slightly wet. He smiled, one hand on the door frame. "What's wrong?"

I looked away from the note slowly and to him, noticing the weird mood in the air and strange silence, "Nothing..."

The light flickered and with a pop went off in the kitchen, I slammed my fist on the counter, "Damn it! This house is as good as crap,"

"Here, I can try to fix it..." Pogue came closer.

"I'd let you, but we don't have any bulbs here at the moment." I laced my fingers through his as I walked passed into the living room to the door, "Plus, don't you think it's sort of stupid trying to fix things manually when we've got all this power to use."

He shrugged, "I've sort of gotten used to it being my last resort thing."

I grinned and opened the front door, "Fair enough."

"Where are we going?" Pogue closed the door behind him and we went down the front stairs quickly.



"There's a little shed-barn-thing just five minutes out that way. It's where we keep all our crap that doesn't fit in the house," I laughed and turned to him as we walked, "or bulbs and things."

He leaned forward and pecked my cheek, curling his arm around my waist and walking at the same pace, "You've lived out here since you were little?"

"Since I was born. Mhm." I nodded, pointing, "There's a creek out that way where Alex, Leah and I would always swim."

He chuckled, "You three've been friends since you were small, I'm guessing?"

"It's funny actually... Alex and I met through school, so that's totally normal, but Leah we met through a cousin. Alex's cousin lives in New York and knows about our little 'warlock' business. She told Alex she knew a girl in New York with the same ability. This was when we were about eleven-twelve."

"Almost as long as us."

"When did you and the boys meet?"

"We got together at age fourteen. That's when we got our powers."

"Cool."

-

I pressed my palm against the old rotting wood of the shed-barn-thing. I pushed it open and flicked on the light.

The ground was stone and there were shelves first, then a clearing where there was a desk, windowsill, boxes and what looked like a huge generator.

I sneezed once from the dust on the shelves and then felt through all the boxes. After a moment there was a crunch and Pogue cussed loudly. He stumbled backwards nudged a shelf, making it shudder slightly.

"What happened?" I asked, walking over to him.

"Stepped on one, sorry."

I looked down at the glass and shifted my eyes. The small shards of glass fit together again and I picked up the light bulb, "it's too small... but the others should be around here somewhere." I looked around slowly and then sighed, "Okay screw this, maybe if I call them, they'll just wonder out to me?"

Pogue chuckled, sliding a hand onto my waist and pushing himself up to me from behind. I smirked, lowering the object that had quickly been forgotten in my hand.

He put his chin on the top of my head, "I don't see how you can find anything in here."

I turned around to face him, sliding my arms around his neck, "I don't see how I can find anything with you around. You're just simply too distracting," I leaned up and crushed my mouth over his, slamming his back into the wall and roughly running my tongue over his bottom lip.

He grabbed my waist and pushed me over to the desk, propping me up on it and putting his hands on my knees, separating them so he could lean between and kiss me again.



I curled my legs around him and locked my ankles, fingers in his hair and the others sliding down his chest.

I grabbed hold of his shirt and then pulled it up and over his head. He paused only for a second and then came back, kissing me violently one of his hands behind me on the wall and another coming up to my chest, fingers teasing through the material.

I groaned into his mouth and he pulled back quickly, both of us breathing heavily. I blinked, "W-what? What did I do?"

He shook his head and looked down, his bare back glistening in the sunbeam that slipped through the window on the other side of the wall.

It took me a moment, but after racking my brains for the reason that might have triggered this behaviour, I sighed. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna make the walls cave in or the shelves fall over."

His eyes snapped around to me and I winced. He wasn't in a joking mood as I was, "Rach, this isn't something to joke about." Nope. Definitely not.

I snorted, avoiding his eyes, "I'm not that stupid, you know. And who cares anyways?"

"You're so carefree Rachel! God- Do you know what could happen if we're not careful."

I narrowed my eyes, "Okay, now you're starting to sound like some ol' perverted vampire I've read about… Careful, Alex with go all werewolf on your ass."

I watched as confusion crossed his face satisfyingly and his eyes narrowed down again, "Rach-"

"Fine!" I folded my arms and un-hooked my legs, "Fine. If you don't want to fool around, you don't have to." I started to slide off the desk and push past him, "I can have my needs for-filled elsewhere."

He grabbed my upper arm tightly and brought me back to him, "Damn it, Rachel…"

"Damn it, Rachel what? You're not aloud out of my sight now? You're not allowed to even have the slightest bit of fun? You know that none of that will happen, Pogue. Not with me." I glared and after a long silence his fingers faltered and slipped from my arm.

He sat back against the desk and massaged his temples, "I just don't want to get you into trouble. Especially out here… your dad…"

I rolled my eyes and moved around awkwardly, "You're scared of my dad? Figures… Look, it was a freak accident. Nothing will happen and," I sighed, "If it does we'll –oops, I mean I- will just clean it up."

He was looking down, but at that moment, he peeked up through his hair, under his eye lashes. He looked smoulderingly sexy.

I bent down on my knees before his hunched posture, putting my hand on his knee and looking up at him, "Pogue, ever since I was little I've been breaking things by accident and on purpose. There's nothing to worry, I'm totally used to it." I bit my lip and blushed big time, "For some reason I'm embarrassed to say this but- I want to try again."

He looked up to meet my eyes and smiled slightly at me; he reached out and 

brushed his thumb over my red hot cheeks.

I smirked and stood up slowly, keeping my lips only an inch from his yet letting this distance push him into an upright position and then climbing over him. He trailed a hand up to my hip, fingers sliding under my shirt and up my back, pulling me closer to him. He was male, and with a girl straddling his hips, it was irresistible to him. I could wrap him around my finger easily… the hard part was keeping him there. He wasn't as easy as the other band boys I was used to.

I leaned down and kissed him passionately, hands exploring his beautiful body under mine.

He then sat up with me against his front, holding me to him. He slid off the table, carrying me with his strong arms and laying me against the floor of the shed-barn. I hadn't actually told Pogue there was a barn down the road that was un-owned. Leah had been bugging me for weeks now that I had to get steamy with Pogue in there, and if Alex heard… God, I'd never hear the end of it.

I arched my back, our stomachs brushing against each other, skin on skin. He slid his hands up my shirt, pulling it from my body and moving his lips to my neck and collar bones.

It quickly got heated and he threw his head back, his lips on his chest. I curled him closer, attacking his lips again. After switching positions for about twenty minutes, his hands gripped my legs, spreading them and leaning between, kissing up my jaw line. His hand slowly sliding down my thigh as he kissed made me urgent. I grabbed it and held it above my head, in a matter of seconds his zipper was undone and I was in pure bliss.

A few things shattered in the back, but Pogue groaned loudly and me, even louder. All was unnoticed until I flopped back, Pogue resting on my stomach.

I brushed aside the hair sticking to my forehead, and blinked, "Who turned the light out?" I asked breathlessly.

"You did." Pogue said his breath just as used up as mine. "Turned out is a bit of an understatement though," He gasped for more air and I giggled.

"The house- is still standing though?"

"Think so…" He breathed.

I grinned slowly, some clothes still on, others not. He crawled up over me, his front pressed to my side and fingers teasing the ticklish part of skin near my ribs.

He was smiling.

"Wasn't that bad was I?" I rolled my eyes at him, but couldn't keep the smile off of my face.

He scoffed playfully, "Horrible… Never. Ever. Again." With each word his leaned closer, his lips edging closer to mine.

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