Chapter 4: Break Me Off a Piece of That…Or Don't

A single finger traced slowly, excruciatingly so. Down the space between her breasts, zig zagging towards her belly button, before resting comfortable on her hip, tracing small, dizzying circles. She reached out, grazing her own fingers across a broad, sculpted chest, digging her nails playfully into his skin causing him to grasp her hips violently.

She was being kissed now, hot lips on her own. She felt like coals were burning against her skin, leaving their scars in the shapes of his heavy fingerprints along her torso. Her body ached for him to touch her again, caressing her tenderly and kissing her savagely. She loved the way he worked her body, soft hands, rough kisses and absolutely delightful bites. She twisted to the side, giving him access to her neck and she found it hard to control the moans escaping from her lips.

"Landon!" She breathed and then her eyes fluttered open and she was alone. Rory blinked in long exaggerations before recognizing her unmade bed, and crème coloured walls. She scanned the bed for another being, but she was isolated in a heap of pillows and blankets, twisted and tangled around her body. How unfortunate, she thought.

She dragged a heavy hand across her eyes, blinking away the sleep, and checked her clock. 8:34, she read and looked towards her blinds, realizing it was still evening. The same evening where she found out that Landon had a girl, someone he hadn't told her about.

That was so unlike him, keeping things from her. In all of their years of friendship, they spoke of everything. He was the first person she told about relationships and she always knew when he was sad or unhappy. But today when he told her about his girl, he seemed hesitant about it…almost like he didn't want her to be with him…She could tell he felt the need to be honest though, making sure she knew he had done something wrong. He had always been one to admit when he was in the wrong. But why now? Why did he have to be so noble when being wrong felt so…right? She sat up quickly, tossing her blankets and pillows in frustration before stomping into the kitchen to make something to eat.

She threw open the refrigerator door, and realized there was nothing in her house to eat. She would have to go out and grab something but she really didn't want to leave. Remembering her drawer of take out menus, she searched the pile to find her favourite Thai restaurant and ordered herself a feast that would last at least three days. She sat down contentedly on the couch and flicked on the television to waste away until her food would arrive.

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A half eaten pizza sat untouched on the clear glass table in front of them. They were snuggled together comfortably, watching Love Actually and had their fingers carefully entwined together. She rested her head in the crook of his shoulder, while his arm draped casually around her lithe body. He looked over at her, watching a smile dance on her lips as she chuckled at Hugh Grant. He loved her laugh, he couldn't help it. She was so beautiful when she laughed. Her nose scrunched up causing her freckles to tighten into pretty little piles and her eyes shone and sparkled. He sighed happily beside her and she snuggled even closer into his body.

After the movie finished, she stretched languidly, rising her arms above her head, allowing a yawn to escape from those lips that Landon loved so much. He watched her, noticing the paleness of her skin as her shirt rode away from her jeans. She noticed this and smiled up at him, loving the way he always watched her so intently. She giggled then raised her hand to brush playfully through his hair. He pulled her onto his lap and she sat sideways, holding his face between her hands. Her eyes fluttered, leaving a heavy lust in their wake. He bent to kiss her, first softly, before pulling away and smiling back at her.

"I like you," he said simply, gripping her hips as she adjusted herself to straddle his hips, her knees digging into the back of the smooth leather couch.

She giggled again. "I like you too."

"You're pretty," he said with a childish grin.

"And you are sexy," she said, biting his lip sharply, trailing with a baby soft kiss.

"You taste like," he licked her bottom lip before kissing her soundly and pulled away. Putting a thoughtful finger on his chin he continued, "like pepperoni and cherries."

She smiled at him licking her lips as if she were about to devour him. "You are way too good of a kisser," she added playfully leaving a train of kisses on his forehead and down to the tip of his nose. He loved the softness of her lips and the way she teased him, kissing him everywhere else but where he wanted her to.

"Can I ask you a question?" she pulled away from him, concern crossing her forehead. He laughed before continuing on with his question, "Did it hurt?"

"Did what hurt?"

"When you fell from heaven?" he laughed then earning a playful smack across the shoulder and bright chuckle from her.

"You are so lame," she said, slouching on top of him.

"You love it."

"And that's why I am also lame."

"We're perfect. We can be Mr. and Mrs. Lame. If we got married at had kids they'd be Lame Juniors!"

"You are ridiculous," she laughed and broke into a fit of giggles.

He stared at her again, wondering what had been the turning point for the two of them. They had lived together for about a year before one random night, she'd met him in the kitchen and pulled him into a lingering kiss. She told him she'd wanted to do that for quite some time and he obliged her by kissing her fervently. They'd made out all night, and the next day they just sort of realized that they should try being more than just friends. Of course the whole living together thing was kind of weird. Walking her to her door was easy, and she often ended up in his bedroom anyways, so it wasn't exactly like they had their own space. But he didn't mind because they got along fabulously and he enjoyed her presence quite a bit.

She kissed him then, and left lingering, open mouthed kisses along his jaw. This drove him crazy, causing him to grip her hips even tighter. She ground her body against his and looked him straight in the eyes, a devious smirk crossing her face. He leaned forward, pulling her bottom lip with his teeth so that she was forced to collide her lips with his, but he kept her at enough of a distance to suck on the no tender lip between his own. She smiled into his kiss, slipping a skillful tongue between his lips and worked her way around his mouth tantalizingly slow earning a violent moan and a squeeze on her hip.

She continued to rub her body against his, allowing him to take over the kiss, as she worked to get a reaction out of him. He moved his hands up her body, pulling her shirt up in the process to expose her creamy, smooth skin. She leaned back as he pooled the thin material over her head, leaving her in a lacy pink bra and an eager grin on her face.

"This new?" he asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.

"Maybe," she said as he traced his hands up her sides, ending shivers down throughout her. He grazed the lacy material, earning another smirk from her, and took one of the straps in his teeth, tugging it to slide down her shoulder.

He grinned slyly, before running his tongue over her naked shoulder and placing hot kisses up the side of her neck. She moaned, pleased by this and tilted her head to the side, her red hair falling into her face. He moved his hands to hold her at her ribs, his large hands spread our leaving burning finger prints on her skin. She pulled away suddenly, and he was reminded of Rory the night before. But instead Delilah had just shifted backwards laughing. "Looks like we woke up little Landon," she said causing him to look down at the reaction she'd caused him. He pulled her back to him, with her still giggling, before capturing her in a deep kiss.

She moved her hand down his chest, down his abdomen and even further down to unbuckle his belt. He felt her pull the offending piece of metal and leather from him and this made him smile against her. She really didn't like belts, he thought, as he heard the article hit the hardwood floor a few feet away. She looked up at him then, almost shyly as she tugged at the hem of his t-shirt.

"This is in the way," she said, barely audible. He allowed her to tug it over his head. "So are these," she looked down at his jeans and he laughed. He flipped her suddenly so that they were both lying down, him on top of her. She helped him pull them off of him, leaving him in a pair of black and grey boxer briefs. He looked down at her, laying with her red hair fanned out against the couch. She looked almost innocent and untouched, but he knew that was far from the truth.

He looked deeply into her shining green eyes, wondering how he could have slept with another girl when he could have this beautiful creature every night. But then he remembered the warmth of Rory's body and her normally shy demeanor being tossed right out the window leaving in its wake an aggressively sexy woman. He had to shake the thoughts from his head as he looked down to his girlfriend. Right, she was his girlfriend and Rory was not. He really needed to get rid of these images of her, but he felt like they were burnt into his eyelids. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her slender, naked form.

Delilah looked up at Landon curiously as his face turned quickly from aroused to just plain old confused. She frowned inwardly, afraid that something was up. He saw her then, the frown creasing her brow, and crashed his lips to hers, knowing that right now was no time to be thinking about…Her.

He rested his arms on either side of her head, allowing his body to weigh heavily on top of hers. He listened to her out of breath kisses and lifted himself to flip them so that she was on top. She was still wearing her jeans, so she stood up, her feet straddling him at the waist and unbuttoned them slowly, pulling them down her hips in a way that made him want to reach out and tug her, but she wouldn't allow him. She shimmied out of the material eventually, kicking them across the room and exposing a matching pair of lace panties. He bit his lip to keep himself from screaming at her to come to him quickly as she slowly lowered herself to straddle his hips. She rested her palms against his chest before grazing his lips with her own and allowing him to take control. And that he did.

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Rory was half way through her second box of takeout when she heard a knock at the door. Confused at who could possibly be calling on her at 10:00, she ran towards the door and checked the eyepiece. She noticed a blonde male standing outside her door holding a big brown bag. Frowning she opened the door to reveal said male with shining brown eyes and Cheshire grin.

"May I help you?" she asked, scanning him up and down for any hints of him being psycho maniac murderer. After looking several times, she was pleased to find that no such qualities arose from just his physical being, so she tapped the doorframe impatiently as she waited for him to speak.

"I'm the delivery guy for Wuan's Chinese Food," he said, rocking on his heels. He also looked as confused as she did.

"Sorry, I didn't order from Wuan's…I never do actually," she pulled at her pony tail then, realizing how cute this delivery boy was. He was much taller than her, and wore a comfortable brown cord jacket that made him look casual but not sloppy. The jacket was open exposing a black, unknown band t-shirt, and she also noticed the bar that pierced his eyebrow and the hoop through the left side of his lip. She smiled at him coyly now as his face turned embarrassed from this mistake.

"I take it a Daniel Jenkins doesn't live with you?" he said, his face turning red.

"He lives right down the hall actually," she said leaning out of the door to point to three doors down to the right.

"Oh, I see now, this is definitely a 3 and not an 8," he said, looking back at his delivery sheet. "I'm really sorry miss, they write these addresses down so quickly sometimes you can't tell 3's from 8's… apparently." He gave her a sheepish smile and she gave him an amused one right back.

"It's fine, it's nice to have cute guys knock on your door once and a while, even if for the wrong reasons," she said, smiling at her own bold tongue.

"Well cute girls like you should be getting knocks all the time," he said shifting the bag of take out from one hand to the other.

She blushed at this and held out a steady hand, "I'm Rory."

He shifted the bag again and shook her hand. "Jack…Jack, Waun's delivery boy," he chuckled and she watched his lip ring shake. He noticed this and laughed at her open staring.

"Sorry," she blushed, "I just never really understood lip rings. Doesn't it get in the way?" she asked, still examining. She didn't even realize she'd taken a step towards him.

"Not really. I've had it for a while now, so I'm used to it…Wanna touch it?" he smirked at her and she nodded. He laughed as she touched her finger to his lip, feeling the cold metal and wondering what it would be like to kiss someone with a lip ring.

"Kissing with a lip ring is hot," he said, and she realized she had said her thoughts aloud. She blushed a deep crimson and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. He laughed again, "Hey, it's alright. If a cute girl like you wants to kiss me, I take that as a complement."

She blushed even deeper and nodded her head. "Well it was nice meeting you…Daniel gets kinda cranky when he doesn't eat so you might want to deliver that food," she rambled, backing away slowly.

"Thanks for the tip. Nice meeting you Rory," he said and walked backwards towards the actual delivery address.

"Bye Jack." She shut the door and leaned against it heavily. Idiot. She tried to shake away the goofy smile on her lips but she couldn't as she wondered what that cold metal would taste like against her own mouth. One day, maybe she'd be bold enough to kiss a boy like that. Heck, maybe even that boy.

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Landon was just stepping into the bedroom when he heard a shriek across the hall. Running over to Delilah's bedroom clad in just his boxers, he saw her standing on her desk chair, wearing the same wife beater and boxers from earlier that day when he'd come home. He looked down as she pointed, horrified, at her feet towards a big dead spider. He cringed as one of its legs kicked as its last bits of energies depleated.

"Did you step on it?" he asked, noticing it looked like it had been squashed.

"Well, I kind of just hit it with my shoe and then got back up here because it was grossing me out," she cried, beginning to calm down ever so slightly. She jumped from her chair to bed as he grabbed a newspaper and picked up the spider, tossing it down the toilet in the bathroom. Only after hearing the flushing sound did she leave her bedroom. "My hero!" she sighed dramatically, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"Not really. You killed it," he stated plainly, picking her up, so that her feet dangled off the ground. She wrapped her hands around his neck before wrapping her legs around his waist.

"You're still my hero and I must reward you," she said, raising her eyebrow swiftly. "You can take whatever you want," she said suggestively.

"Really. Anything I want?" he said, walking backwards towards his bedroom.

"Anything," she sighed happily.

His lips upturned in a devilish grin and he threw her on the bed. "Then I want to….tickle you!" he jumped onto the bed and ticked her sides as she laughed and scrunched her body away from his probing fingers. He pulled faces as she screamed and hollered, pinching her sides when she squirmed even more. After a good five minutes and a swearing that if he didn't stop she'd pee her pants, well his pants, he let go of her and plopped himself beside her.

"You ass," she said turning onto her stomach and trying to catch her breath.

"You said anything," he replied casually, noticing she was looking at him. "What?"

"Nothing," she looked shyly into her hands, finding interest in her short fingernails.

"I'll tickle you again if you don't tell me," he warned reaching out to grab her but she jumped away from him to the top of the bed. She looked like a little girl then, playfully hiding beneath her red curls.

She bowed her head and looked at him over her knees. "What's wrong," he asked again, this time completely serious. He moved up to wrap and assuring arm around her shoulders, allowing her to tuck her head in the crook of him arm.

"It's just," she began, taking a deep breath, "I'm not used to this…"

"This?" he asked, confused by what she meant.

"Being happy." She said, and fell to rest her head in his lap. He ran his fingers calmly through her curls, untangling the knots that had been put there after the nights activity on the couch.

"Oh," he said knowingly, remembering her stories of being neglected as a child and how her last boyfriend had never told her one nice thing about herself, but only complained and tried to make her change. It was a miracle that she had a self esteem after all of that.

"Just…thank you for making me happy," she said kissing, grabbing his hand and kissing it gently. He took her small, freckled hands and kissed each finger delicately.

"Your freckles…they are so sexy," he said as he kissed her thumb. "Your red hair makes me hot before you even touch me," he mumbled, sucking on the tips of her hands. "The way you laugh makes me happier than I've been in a long time," he added kissing the length of her arm, all the way to her elbow. "And I've never liked anyone as much as I like you," he whispered, leaving a wet kiss on her mouth.

She smiled up at him and sat up to look into his eyes questioningly, "Are you trying to get laid?"

He laughed at her absurdity before answering, "No, I'm just telling you how hot you are." He winked mischievously and she kissed him square on the mouth. He looked down at her, "None of that, I do have to go to work tomorrow."

"I just wanna make out," she said pouting and that just about did for him. He kissed her roughly, pulling her down into the sheets with him in an eruption of giggles and tangled limbs. Geeze, who knew all you needed to do was pout to get a hot guy to make out with you?

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