/AN: Okay! I've no idea what's going on, but i log on and THEY'VE CHANGED THE WHOLE FUCKING ! I'm SO not happy with this. It's all shitty and I don't know how to use it! The writing down here is all in one GIGANTIC paragraph and I can't change it?! Help????? I hate this.
So you all have to put up with this.
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Rachel's POV
I mindlessly tapped my index finger on my knee at a quick rate, while chewing on the inside of my cheek. I didn't want to have to be the one to give in. I hated that. But I honestly couldn't go for much longer without him. Swallowing my enormous pride and trying to flatten my wild auburn locks, I stood up from the bed and mentally kicked myself. This was all his stupid fault anyways.
To be honest, I actually wasn't that mad at him for lying about the relationship. It was because I knew that I should be, and I wasn't, that scared me and made it all blow up in my face.
But then again, that thick liquid in the pit of my stomach that bubbled away every time I thought of another girl draped over him made me want to throw up. Jealousy was dangerous. Especially when Rachel was involved with it.
I walked down the narrow hallway and ignored the moans coming from behind one of the doors. There was the soft sound of whispering coming from the living room. Nothing else. I turned and faced the bathroom door. There was no sliver of light coming from under the door, but there was something about his presence that made me know he was in there. I winced at the creaking of the door as I lightly pushed it open. On my right was a wide window, covering the width of the wall. It stopped at the edge of a large bath tub. The walls fit snugly around the tub, however they flared out to make space for a cupboard and a sink directly in front of me. Pogue had his back to me. He was curled over, his elbows resting on the edge of the sink. His shirt was still off; probably hidden under Baby Boy in the living room. Thank goodness for that. The moon was half covered tonight, but its light was enough to accentuate the firm muscles of his bare back. The never ending trail of rain drops soaking the outside world were casting dramatic shadows around the room. I followed the lines of his strong physique right down to the small of his back, where a pair of loose fitting jeans disrupted my vision. "Pogue?" I whispered. This was going to be messy. His shoulder blades contracted and expanded as he lifted his head to look at me in the mirror. His eyes were fierce and void of any trace of tenderness or comfort. This sent a shiver down my spine, even if I was far from being cold. "I-" I swallowed. How could this guy make me so nervous? He was just mad, that's all. "-look, I've kinda been a bitch the last few days and... well, I'm..." "You're sorry about blowing me off, when I was just trying to protect you?" He asked cynically. "I- well- yeah." I reasoned with a tilt of my head. "Look, Pogue, It's been a long, confusing few days. What with dad and Andy and you and... just everything! It's been so cramped and... my skull feels like it's on fire!" I would totally kick his ass if he made a 'Red Head' comment just about now. Pogue released a part of his frustration in a half-hearted yell. "Rachel, you can't keep doing this. You make half the house explode and you expect me to take you back with open arms as soon as you act cute?" "Oh! Says the boy who goes out with two at once!" "Oh pull the other one- like you've never been with only one in bed!" I went to bite back, but then swallowed. True. "Still! When I needed you, you turned around and stabbed me in the back!" I gasped in my fury, "NO! You stabbed me right here!" I pointed to my right breast, where my heart was. It was thudding painfully heart against my rib cage. There was a long pause and then he shook his head, "Rach, not everyone's perfect. You do know that right?" "Do I know that?!" I spat, "Hmm... let's see, Pogueboy... My dad's an effing lunatic, my best friend just screwed around where he shouldn't have, and what the hell does that make me? One perfect little girl, doesn't it?!" I spat with sarcasm, I could almost feel it dripping from my fangs. (Not so literally) He narrowed his eyes, "Don't turn this around to me," "Why not? Last time I checked it was your fault I was so pissed off." "Let's get this sorted Rachel. Right here and now. I chose you over her! I made sure that she didn't know about you, so that it wouldn't hurt her like the way it could have. She's now one of my good friends... Rachel, do you know what I'd do for you?" "What you'd do? What- hurt me like you did? Lie like you did?" "Lie? Come off it, like you've never..." he muttered, eyes flicking down to the sink faucet. I sighed, "Okay, let's get over that... I didn't get off my ass to come and fight again... I came to do something that I'd NOT usually do." "What? Apologize?" "Exactly that. But..." "...you want me to forgive you?" He hissed lowly. "I was hoping." I shrugged one shoulder and saw Pogue's eyes leave mine for a split second a follow a strand of hair that had fallen strategically into my cleavage. I grinned, then stopped as his eyes returned to stare into mine in a patronizing way. He finally turned around to face me, choosing instead to lean casually against the sink, his arms crossed. My eyes wondered to his bulging biceps and toned forearms... My fingers tingled just thinking about it. I bit my lip and took a tentative step forwards. His gaze dropped to my feet; he seemed startled by my sudden move. My toes lingered on the tiles behind me as I hesitated on the next step. Pogue breathed out and briefly shut his eyes, "I'm not going to bite you." "Damn. It's a huge turn on." I murmured. He chuckled and shook his head, "You're doing it again." "Sorry." I looked down and shuffled my feet. "I really am, you know. I know I'm a stubborn bitch and everything, but like those yummy chocolates, I have a soft... ish centre. And I am sorry if I'm the death of you. I know I will be." I muttered the last phrase darkly and didn't even think before the next load of words flowed from my lips. "But I love you and I don't want you to get hurt. Not because you're not man enough to protect yourself or anything but because I know I'm uncontrollable with my powers and I'm totally weird and something will happen and-" I continued rambling, just letting the words spill, not caring if they made sense or not. "....and yeah." I finished lamely. Pogue was looking at me in a mixture of incredibility, amusement and confusement, "Sorry, I lost you after you said you loved me." I froze; my muscles suddenly becoming tense, "Right. And was that before or after I said I was out of my mind?" Oh.... shit. I'd done it. I had finally sent him into freaking oblivion. Stupid slip of the tongue. I seriously needed to get it checked. Did I even love him? I hadn't figured that part out yet! Pogue raised his eyebrows. And of course, I started to ramble. Again. "Cause I don't love you, I mean, I hardly know you. We've been going out for like a month! One measly month. And sure, we've had sex. We've had great sex, but that doesn't mean we're in love or anything." I scoffed, "Love's for pussies. I mean, just-" my face contorted into something out of a horror movie, "I don't love you." "Well that's too bad." Pogue jerked his eyebrows at the floor and pushed off his heels, his arms returning to his sides, "Cause I was going to tell you that I loved you too. But-" he ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head, "never mind." My eyes widened. Double shit! That was totally not what I expected. "Pogue-" My hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. I stared at him, thinking of what to say, trying desperately to not screw everything up.... again. His head dipped and he avoided my eyes. "Pogue, I do love you. I wasn't sure before but- now I am. I totally am! I swear. I'm so stupid, you should know that! So indecisive, like Leah and everything! You shouldn't listen so carefully sometimes! I was scared you'd freak out if I told you so I tried to cover it up. Too convincingly, I see. Still- I-" Dammit, what was with me rambling today! I stopped before it was too late. I looked up into his pretty face, hopeful for a sign that meant he didn't completely hate me. His chest started to shake and- did I make him cry? Holy fucking Jesus, that would be a first. Then his face cracked into a perfect smile. Great. He was laughing at me! That stupid jerk! I thumped his chest, "Dammit, Pogue! You know what, I take it back, I don't love you." "Yes you do." He laughed harder, "You loooove me." He sung, "You can't have enough of me- you would die if it wasn't for my unbelievably sexy presence." He ran his hands down his sides, admiring his chiselled body, finally stopping at his hips, where he slapped his own butt. "Yeah, cause that's not gay at all." I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, you love it." He breathed in my face. I eyed his lips and licked my own, "Hmm... Can't argue with that." I stretched onto my tip toes and enveloped his lips in mine. Was I swallowing his head? I didn't care. I needed him. Now. I curved my hand around the nape of his neck and tugged him towards me. His hands were just below my belt line on my hips. His grip hardened as I pulled him closer to me and his tongue explored the further innards of my mouth. I groaned in lust for his touch, the heat between my legs growing as our fronts pressed against each other. He pulled away and spoke into my lips, "You love me." his mouth curled into a smirk. I smacked him upside the back of his head and murmured back, "That's getting old, Pogue. Find another sentence." I kissed him again, this time sliding my hands around so that they were on his amazing upper arms; slowly applying pressure to the little circles I was tracing over his triceps. "Hmm." Pogue pulled away enough so that he could see me without going cross eyed, "But I love you too, that's the key point." Keeping our groins in contact, he led me towards the bath tub, laughing softly as he did so. "Ever do it in a tub, Rachybug?" he jerked his eyebrows, a smirk planted on his slightly swollen lips. Catching on, I pushed my tongue to the inside of my cheek, "Nope. But I know I won't need that beginner's luck bullshit." "Oh?" his cocky smirk widened. I peeled my shirt off and threw it over his face, "Nope!" I squealed as I hopped into the tub. However, I landed on my ass. Stupid, clumsy me. Scrambling onto my knees, my face got pressed up against the big, cold window. Before I knew it, Pogue's front was pressed against my back. He carefully wrapped my mane of red hair in his large hand and flipped it over my right shoulder, leaving my whole left side exposed to do whatever he wished with it. Heh. He licked the spot behind my ear and whispered sweet nothings as his hands expertly undid the clasp to my bra. Sure, the first few times when they fumbled it had been cute, but as I got older and through more guys, haste became number one and it just became annoying. He stripped it off me and flung it over his shoulder. I heard the sound it made as the metal hook made contact with the tiled floor. As soon as his hands were free, they snaked over my stomach and cupped my breasts. My body responded before my head could grasp what was going on. My tail bone lifted, making contact with his abdomen, my back curving, pushing my bosom further in his grasp. Gently, he moved his fingers in a massaging motion, and it took a lot out of me to not throw myself around and satiate my sexual craving. I tried to control my breathing as it hitched in its uneven pattern. I briefly looked up to the glass window; enough to see that it was fogging up. I shut my eyes and tightly squeezed my eyelids together as he grazed the tip of his fingernail to my nipple. As if they were connected by some nerve, my centre tingled and lost control; expressing my lust by leaking into my underwear. I could feel Pogue's hot breath on my neck and then his hands leave my chest. I chose this moment to take a deep breath. Good choice. Pogue's right hand had snuck up my short skirt and was now toying with the damp edge of my panties. He pushed my thighs apart and traced random patters across the tender skin around my centre; the tips of his fingers touching me only lightly, as if it was a silk dress gently caressing me in a soft spring's breeze. His left hand reached around me and dug deep into the waistband of my skirt, entirely holding me by my core. I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed off the window and made him lie down. I battled with his buttons as I straddled him, my skirt flaring around me and over him. I finally got them undone and pulled them down completely, reaching then for the only articles of clothing left on me. I rested my forearms on the edge of the bathtub, just above his head. His hands held me, again, by the spot just under my hips. Not quite my ass, not quite my back. I hovered above him, my bud perfectly aligned with his hard manhood. Our eyes met, his green pair questioning mine. I leaned down and trailed my tongue over his lips and with his assistance, plunged deep until I was completely surrounding him. Our breathing was in sync, following the rhythm our bodies made when connected. My hips moved in a slow, wave like motion, giving me time to get engrossed in the dominant smell of his perspiration, with a subtle hint of cologne. I breathed deeper and now he was surrounding me in his distinct aroma. As I picked up the pace, I listened to his ragged breathing mixed with low groans, hands gripping my hips as if they were made of metal. Pogue leaned up, pushing me into a sitting position over his lap, we were still connected, and I don't know how he did it, but he stopped moving beneath me, lips finding mine. They clashed like fireworks, tongue pressing hard against the other and trailing out of mouths and all over the bodies before us. Music was thumping through the walls of the house, and since we were in the middle of woods somewhere, I didn't care for neighbours. I decided something from there on- sex always comes with music. He wrapped his strong arms around me and pushed forwards, my hot, wet back pressing to the cool plaster of the bathtub. His hands then gripped my legs, pulling them widely around him, as wide as they could spread without causing me discomfort... and was that wider than I expected. Bliss blinded me, causing my back to arch high and wet lips to touch my chest, hands to grope my back and thin ends of hair to tickle my neck. I pushed him onto his back again, taking over control, and planning to help him out. I knew he wouldn't stop until he got his release... I jolted, leaning my head up to face the door, "Did you hear that? What is it?" "It sounds a bit like 'You Sexy Thing' by Hot Chocolate, but completely retarded." Pogue frowned, "What the hell?" I squinted at the door and cringed as the sound reached my ears. I heard an uneven rhythm of padding on the wooden floor of the hallway which could only be dancing. And then- oh god almighty, shut her up now! "I BELIEVE IN MIRACLES! SINCE YOU CAME ALONG!! YOU SEXY THING!" Alex's horrendous screeching got closer and closer to the bathroom until she was right outside the door, knocking in rhythm to the song, "KNOCK KNOCK! Anyone in there?" I froze. Then at the same time, Pogue and I yelled, "BUSY!" I heard Alex stop, then laugh, "Okaaaay, guys, I'll go pee out in a bush or something." As her footsteps faded away she kept talking, "In a bathroom... really... OI YOU GUYS DON'T GO IN THE BATHROOM, RACH AND POGUE ARE HAVING SEEEEX!!" There was hysterical laughing coming from Alex and Reid and then silence. I sniffed. Pogue blinked, "I did not expect that." "What a bitch." Then I sniggered, "Let's give her a show. Her bladder's weak, she'll piss her pants." Pogue chuckled, "Let's do it." Then he took a deep breath and released the loudest, deepest, most desperate groan I have ever heard. I tensed. Wow. I had to blink and shake my head to realise what was going on. "Yes, Rach! Do it, do it! Yes! Like that!" he belted at the top of his lungs. I straightened up my back and concentrated, "Oh, Pogue!" I moaned. I heard shuffling of feet; this time two pairs. I smirked. Alex and Reid just can't handle competition. "Damn it Rach! Harder!" He half choked, and I wondered if he actually wasn't exaggerating as much as I thought. I smirked and thought to test that theory. I rocked harder, slamming closer to him, my hair swaying every time. "What the hell?!" The asshole whispered, and I could hear it through the wooden door, two shadows of legs slipping under from the moonlight in the hall. I was kind of glad now for the lack of light. "Fuck!" I yelled, as I was running short on words, my breath coming in hard gasps. Maybe I'd lose a few pounds after this? "Rach! You know how to- just right! There!" He let out a huge, astronomical groan that had me moaning along with him. I collapsed on his chest and swallowed, holding myself up just a little, "That... is what you've... been keeping from me... all this time?" My breath was still coming quickly. "That's not the half of it, Rach," He smirked, pushing a sweaty strand of hair from my forehead, "That's just the cream of the cake." I groaned and sat up slowly, my body still slightly shuddering from its work out, "Do not compare our sex to cake. Not around Leah or Baby Boy anyways." He laughed, "Ah, the caking. Yes I've heard that story before." I grinned and twirled a strand of his hair between my fingers and then climbed out of the bathtub. I curled a towel around me and opened the door a crack to see Alex and Reid's horrified- no, mortified- faces in the doorway. I smirked, and Alex pulled me out and into another room, slamming the door shut. She pointed, "What the hell was that?!" I sighed and shrugged, "Both our venereal appetites were insatiable!" And that, ladies and gentlemen, is college talk for "we're both horny as fuck, we can't get enough of this amazing sex." Thank you Harlequin novels.