Okay guys, so this chapter should probably have an "M" rating. It isn't too descriptive, but descriptive enough that if you don't like a little smut, you should skip the middle part. I tried to be as tasteful as possible (as tasteful as a little bit of smut can be), but just in case you have been warned. I mean crimany the chapter is called "The Naughty Song"!

Chapter Title taken from the song "The Naughty Song" by Cory Lee

PS Just on a side note to Twinsmom:

1. Thanks for all the reviews. I appreciate them! That goes for all of you who have reviewed!

2. It wasn't because it was late...it's because it was flipping funny. Of course this is coming from the person who wrote it so you can take my opinion with a grain of salt.

3. I'm obviously not a doctor, so I took literary license on that bit, however I will say that one of my best friends has a steel rod and bunch of screws in her back (from scoliosis not an injury so I don't know if that makes a difference) and she rides competitive hunter/jumpers with me. However she will not jump my horse because he tends to be a dirty stopper and she does have to be very careful about falling off. So there ya go. I just figured I'd put my 2 cents in!

"GRACE! YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"

"I'M COMING! GOD!"

Quil awoke with a groan. His arm was asleep from where he had been lying on it all night and his neck had one hell of a crick.

"GRACE!!" Sharon yelled again from the kitchen.

"I SAID I WAS COMING!" Grace shrieked.

"Oh my God," Quil muttered.

"Morning sunshine."

Quil opened his eyes and looked up. Claire was sitting on the couch, right leg crossed over left giving Quil an amused expression.

"Morning," Quil replied groggily. "How's your back?"

"Great, thanks to my 'personal heating pad'." She smiled at him.

"Good, that's good." Quil climbed onto the couch from the floor and sat next to her. "I was worried," he said quietly. "I wish you wouldn't do this cheerleading thing anymore."

"You've been talking to my mother." Claire accused him.

"I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Well I'm fine," Claire assured him. She looked up at him. "You talk in your sleep."

"So I've been told," he said and then winced. He didn't want to remind her of their conversation from yesterday.

If Claire noticed his slip, she didn't mention it. Instead she uncrossed her legs and moved so that she was kneeling next to him on the couch. "It's very cute," she said leaning over to give him a kiss.

"Blah, don't do that I have morning breath." Quil made a face.

Claire shrugged. "I don't care." She looked at him for another moment, a pleased smile on her face. "Want to know what you were talking about?"

"What?" Quil asked with a yawn.

"Me." Claire informed him smugly.

"Is that right? Was I mentioning what a pain in my ass you are?"

"Noooo, however you did mention my ass."

Quil gave her a strange look. "Really? Did I say anything else?"

Claire nodded. "You sure did and let's just say it's a good thing my mom went up to bed before you started yammering." She leaned closer to Quil and whispered into his ear. "You were saying some very, very naughty things."

Quil swallowed hard. "Really?"

"GRACE!!"

Quil and Claire both jumped and automatically moved further apart on the couch as Sharon stormed into the living room.

"Good morning Quil. GRACE LOUISE RIGHT NOW!"

"Morning Sharon. I see it's going to be another fun filled day in the Ortecho home." Quil smirked.

Sharon glanced at her watch. "Grace has soccer practice in less than twenty minutes," She said annoyed. "Do you think she could be ready on time? GRACE!" She turned and looked at Quil. "You hungry? I have some cereal out on the counter. Claire already ate."

Quil nodded. "I could eat," he said. He stood up and stretched.

"I'm going to kill her. GRACE!" Sharon threw her coat and purse onto a chair and stormed up the stairs.

"Come on, I'll make you a bowl of cereal." Claire grabbed Quil's hand and pulled him into the kitchen.

"What do you want? We have Cheerio's, Lucky Charms and ohhhh your favorite Coco Puffs."

Quil nodded. "Hook me up with the chocolate."

Claire pulled down a large mixing bowl and filled it with cereal. She then poured milk into the bowl and grabbed a large spoon. "Here." She said as she put the bowl in front of Quil.

"Thanks." Quil grabbed the spoon and began to eat.

Claire leaned on the breakfast bar next to him. "So?"

Quil looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "So what?"

"Have you thought about homecoming anymore?"

Quil sighed. "You have to give me more than twenty-four hours to think."

"I don't have that kind of time! I need to buy a dress A-sap."

"Are you going to consider quitting cheerleading?"

Claire shook her head. "No," she said stubbornly.

"Well then right now my answer is hell no I won't go." He said the last part like he was chanting at a protest.

Claire frowned. "FINE!" She shouted. With a huff she turned and stormed out of the kitchen.

Quil sighed. Now he felt even more horrible than he had yesterday. But God he really did not want to go. And if she wasn't going to even consider the cheerleading thing, he wasn't going to consider the dance.

"I don't know why we have to have practice so early anyway!" Grace was still yelling as she and Sharon breezed through the kitchen door.

"Just go get in the car."

Grace grumbled under her breath and stormed out the back door.

Sharon paused by Quil.

He looked up at her, spoon halfway to his mouth.

Sharon gestured to the door.

"What I can't even finish my cereal?" He asked in a pathetic voice.

Sharon rolled her eyes. "You know the new rule. You two are not allowed to be in the house alone."

Quil sighed. "Can I take the bowl with me?"

Sharon narrowed her eyes. "Can I trust you for an hour and a half? The amount of time it takes me to drive Grace to the soccer field and stop at the post office?"

Quil nodded. "She's pissed at me right now anyway, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Dance again?"

"Yep."

"Wow, you're being pretty stubborn."

From outside Grace began honking the car's horn.

"I have to go." Sharon started to walk out the door. She paused and leaned back in. "I don't care if she's pissed or not. I'll be back in an hour and a half."

Quil waved his hand at her. "I got it, I got it."

After he finished his cereal, rinsed his bowl and put it in the sink, Quil walked back into the living room. He could hear music coming from Claire's room, something slow and depressing sounding.

His shoulders slumped and he sighed. He knew he wouldn't be able to leave with Claire mad at him so he dragged himself up the stairs to Claire's room.

"Claire?" He knocked on her door.

"GO AWAY!" She shouted.

Quil knocked again, a little louder.

"I SAID GO AWAY!"

"I'm not going away until you talk to me," Quil informed her.

He heard Claire climb off her bed and stomp to the door. She pulled it open a crack and glared out at him. "I'm not going to talk to you because I'm mad at you and I'm going to be mad at you forever!" She snapped.

Quil made a face. "Not that long ago you told me you couldn't stay mad at me," he reminded her.

"Well that was before you really pissed me off." She glared at him.

"Come on Claire bear talk to me."

Claire frowned, but then opened the door wide enough for Quil to slip into the room. She closed it behind him, then flounced back over to her bed and dropped onto it.

Quil tried to hide his grin at her theatrics, stepped around a few piles of clothes and sat on the end of her bed.

"I'm sorry, okay? I know this means a lot to you."

"Well if you know it means a lot why are you being so mean?"

"I'm not being mean, I'm being practical. I just don't think it's a good idea for me to go to a dance at your school."

"I wish you'd change your mind," she whispered. "Please?"

Quil closed his eyes. He knew he wasn't going to win on this one. She just had to look at him with those big brown weepy eyes and he was a goner. God Embry was right. "Look. I will really think about it, okay? I promise you I will really think about it."

"For real?" Claire looked up at him hopefully. "You're not just saying that so I forgive you?"

Quil shook his head. "No I'm not just saying that. In fact," he took a deep breath. "Why don't you have Sharon buy you a dress."

Claire sat up and squealed. "SERIOUSLY?!"

"Yeah, seriously," Quil grumbled.

"Oh my God, I love you!" She threw her arms around Quil's neck and gave a happy bounce on the bed.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she crowed and peppered his face with kisses.

"You're welcome. However I have one condition."

"What's that?"

"That you'll at least consider the cheerleading thing. Okay? For me?"

Claire sighed. "I'll consider it. For you." Then with another happy squeal Claire jumped off the bed and gave a twirl.

"Claire I'm serious about the cheerleading thing."

"I hear you, I'm totally going to consider it," she said as she gave another happy spin.

Quil watched as her little skirt puffed out. "Claire can I ask you something?"

Claire stopped mid twirl and looked over. "Sure."

Quil cleared his throat. "Umm, how come…you know lately, how come you're always wearing skirts? I mean it's pretty cold out, but yet you keep wearing these…..little tiny…skirts."

Claire raised her eyebrows. "Do you really want to know?" She asked him coyly.

Quil nodded.

"I wear them for you."

Quil raised his eyes from where they had been studying her legs to give her a surprised look. "Me?"

"Yeah." Claire walked over and stood in front of Quil. "I wore one on the first day of school this year. And I saw you look at me for the first time as more than just a little girl. I really liked how that made me feel. So I wore another one and I got the same look. So I told myself if that's what gets him to look at me, then that's what I'm going to wear."

Quil swallowed hard. "Oh," he said in a little voice.

Claire nodded. "Yeah…oh." She leaned over and put her hands on Quil's knees, pushing his legs apart so she could stand between them.

"Claire, we can't do this, I promised your mom," Quil protested, but he was already pulling her closer.

"She's not here," Claire whispered.

"Exactly and this is….this is against the rules." Quil muttered as Claire climbed onto his lap.

"Screw the rules," she said pressing her lips to his.

Quil nodded. "Okay," he mumbled into her mouth.

"Claire, stop." Quil grabbed Claire's hands from where they were fumbling with the button on his jeans and sat up on her bed. He could kick himself. Sharon had trusted him and he had broken that trust again.

Claire sighed. "What?" She rolled off Quil and moved to the bottom of the bed. "What now?"

"We just, we need to slow down. In fact we need to come to a screeching halt."

Claire frowned. "Why? I mean what's the problem? Is it-"

Quil held up his hand. "No….just no. We're not going to play the 'is it me' game again, okay? Not again."

Claire nodded. After a pause she said, "But is it me?"

Quil scrubbed his face with his hands and groaned. "No, it's not you. It's me. I can't keep doing this."

"Why not? Do you not find me sexy? Am I not hot enough?"

"Claire, the problem isn't you not being sexy….the problem is me finding you sexy. It's just all a little much, okay? I mean Jesus we just talked about this yesterday and yet here I am again. Doing things I should not be doing again. Breaking your mother's trust again. That and it's just….it's wrong."

Claire gave a haughty sniff. "You know, you need a new excuse. I'm getting really sick of hearing the 'it's wrong' thing."

Quil sighed. "Then stop giving me a reason to say it," he muttered.

"You know, you keep saying you're not a prude, but anytime things start getting intense, you back off like I'm on fire."

Quil sighed. "See? This is why I never should have started this in the first place." He said quietly.

Claire glared. "Start what?" She spat.

"This!" Quil waved his arm between the two of them. "Us."

"Well I'm so sorry I forced you into this disgusting relationship. I'm sorry that the thought of me repulses you." Claire snapped.

"Oh my God!" Quil moaned and dropped back onto Claire's pillows. "You don't repulse me."

"Then stop acting like I do!"

Quil threw his arms over his eyes. "I'm sorry if I make you feel that way. I don't mean too. I'm just scared."

"Scared? Scared of what?" Claire asked.

"Scared because…..because you turn me on more than any woman ever has. Scared because when I'm with you all I can think about is having you. And I shouldn't, I shouldn't think those things. I shouldn't feel those things."

"Quil," Claire said quietly. "You don't have to be scared of me."

Quil didn't reply. Hey just lay, eyes closed, breathing deeply. After a moment, he prepared himself to get up, to tell Claire he had to leave. If Sharon were to come back early, she'd probably never let him in the house again. Hell she'd probably never let him see Claire again. He was going to say all those things but that was when he felt Claire crawl back up the bed towards him. He sat up like a shot when Claire straddled his thigh.

"Quil," she said, her tone lusty. "Do you think about me when you touch yourself?"

Quil's eyes widened. He tried to say something, anything, but he couldn't remember how to speak.

"Do you?" She asked again.

Numbly, Quil nodded.

"Good," Claire whispered. "Because I think about you."

"Think about me what?" Quil asked dumbly.

"When I touch myself. I think about you."

"Oh God," Quil moaned.

"And when I have an orgasm, I say your name."

Quil closed his eyes. His pulse was racing, his heart drumming so hard in his chest he thought it might burst.

Claire reached forward and took his hand. Quil opened his eyes and stared at her. He watched, frozen as she put his hand under her skirt, between her legs, pressing herself against it.

"Claire," he managed to croak.

"Shh, don't say anything," Claire whispered. She slowly began to rock on his hand.

Quil couldn't breathe. He could feel her heat, feel how aroused she was. All the blood in his body rushed to his groin and he groaned from the suddenness of it.

Claire's eyes were closed, her head tipped forward as she moved against Quil's hand. She was letting out little sighs every few seconds.

Quil was on sensory overload. The feel of her on his hand, the painful erection straining in his pants, those little sighs…it was all too much. His mind was screaming at him to stop this now. Before it got any more out of control, before he couldn't take it back. But that was when Claire quietly moaned his name. At that moment his brain disconnected from his body. His fingers pushed her panties aside, and then he was touching her, his fingers sliding inside of her.

Claire moaned again and reached forward grabbing fistfuls of his tee shirt, moving her hips faster, pushing against his hand more insistently.

Quil's eyes stayed frozen on her face, his mind blank as he moved his hand faster, his thumb brushing against her swollen bundle of nerves. Claire gasped his name, squeezed her thighs hard around his hand, and after a moment collapsed forward onto his chest. She panted against him, her hands still holding his shirt in weak fists. Quil remained frozen, his eyes staring straight ahead, his face blank.

Claire slowly sat up, removing her hands from his shirt, the spots where she had been grabbing standing out in wrinkled bunches. "Quil?" She said softly. When he didn't respond she took his shoulders and shook him. "Quil!" She said louder.

Quil eye's suddenly met hers and he pulled her to him, latching his lips on hers. His kiss was rough and desperate and left her gasping for air.

Quil broke the kiss and pressed his face into her neck. "Claire, God please….I hurt," he moaned.

Claire nodded her understanding. She reached down and released him from his pants. He was so sensitized that it only took a few strokes from her hand before he grunted and climaxed.

They sat for a moment, both breathing heavily. Suddenly Quil's brain crashed back into his head and he jerked away from Claire, his eyes wide with horror. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," he moaned.

Claire shook her head, "Quil don't," she whispered. "Don't do this."

"I have to go, this…I have to go," Quil extricated himself from Claire's reaching hands and stood up. With disgust, he stuffed himself back into his jeans and jerked his fly up.

"Quil," Claire pleaded. "Please don't go. Let's talk about this. Just stop freaking out okay?"

"No, I can't…we can't talk about this. I have to go. I've got to get out of here."

"Quil this is not that big of a deal. Just calm down!"

Quil stared at Claire. "Not that big a deal? Hello? Is Claire in there? I mean she looks like Claire and she sounds like Claire, but the Claire I know wouldn't do this to me!"

"Do what? What am I doing to you? Just talk to me!"

Quil shook his head, his lips pressed into a hard white line. He grabbed his shoes off the floor and fled from the room.

"Quil!"

He heard Claire shout his name, but he didn't stop. He raced from her house, tugging his shoes on as he went.