A/N: Co-written with Jeaniverre; this one has been revised.

Phase Three was in action as he brought me back to my house.

"Déjà vu," he looked down at me, swinging our arms.

"You know, my mom's out," I mentioned, raising my eyebrows. "I probably shouldn't be home alone with all those wolves running around."

"You'll be home alone? I can't have that!" He smirked suggestively and opened the door to pull me in.

I laughed and shut the door, winding my arms around his neck. "Someone could steal me," I frowned.

"The only one who's stealing you is me." His lips brushed my nose.

"Ooh, I'm scared," I snickered.

"You should be; I can be very frightening," he growled in a husky voice.

"Well," I backed away from him. "Show me what you got, tough guy!" I challenged, turning into the hallway.

"I'm not going to chase you," he said, shaking his head.

"Oh, fine. You couldn't catch me anyway," I teased, and tripped lightly down the hallway. I heard footsteps behind me, and I darted for my room.

I was barely through the doorway before he tackled me onto the bed, pinning me down with brutal force. "Gotcha."

I leaned up and kissed him quickly. "You win."

He stood up and stepped away from me. "Wait a minute."

I sat up and looked at him. I couldn't have him figuring out the plan. I tugged hard on the belt loops of his jeans, and he jerked into me. When I had my chance, I pressed my mouth to his. I held him relentlessly this time, even more so than on the beach. It wasn't too long before he gave in, kissing me hard. "Eager are we?" I chuckled. He grunted an affirmative, moving his mouth along my jaw line, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I lifted my back, allowing him to slip it off, noticing that his had somehow come off in the heat of the moment. I raked my fingers down his chest before burying them in his hair. He kissed his way down my abdomen and dipped his tongue into my bellybutton. He faltered, and glanced up, staring into my eyes desperately. "I give in." he said breathlessly.

"What?" I gasped.

"You win. I forgive you! I love you, Lissa. I do- I love you," he whispered kisses back up my torso, weaving his hands behind my back to my bra strap.

"Wait, wait!" I shouted, pushing on his muscular chest.

He stopped, his breathing heavy on my neck.

"I'm not doing this right now."

He looked at my face. "You're not serious."

"I am," I smiled, panting. "I won- you forgave me."

He sighed and dropped his head. "I guess I should have known," he said, not amused.

I grasped his chin and pulled his face eyelevel. "Maybe someday, just not now. Besides- I'm not quite ready for that. We've both got too much going on…" I trailed off, and we avoided each other's gaze, thinking of Sam. "Well, er, my mom's got some chili on the stove. Hungry?" I asked with a sheepish grin.

"Always," he answered, scowling against a smile.

"I thought you said that I was forgiven," I reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go eat some gas-inducing beans, eh?" he said as he chucked a pillow at me. I bit my lip and grinned, knowing that I was pardoned.

I was reaching for my shirt when I noticed that Alex's was in pieces next to my door.

"What is it?" he asked, noticing my distraction.

I blushed. "Um, your shirt's kind of shredded." He followed my gaze, before chuckling.

"And you said I was eager…" As he bent to scoop up the scraps, I couldn't help but stare at his back, marveling at the way his muscles flexed when he moved.

He turned and caught me staring. "You can, uh, use one of Jake's shirts." I stuttered, hopping off the bed. He lifted an eyebrow. "He and Seth hang out here a lot, since there was no one else to hog all the food," He tilted his head.

"But, why do you have a drawer full of their clothes?" He inquired as he grabbed a shirt.

"There were a lot of emergency calls from Sam," I explained.

"Ahh…" He seemed to understand. At least, I hope he did. It is a bit weird, I admitted to myself.

Shaking it off, I helped him find a shirt that wasn't stained with catsup or gravy. He pulled it over his head as we walked into the kitchen.

"Mm…" he sighed as his stomach grumbled, lifting the lid. "Uhn…" Alex groaned; he looked about ready to eat out of the cooker.

"Hold, tiger," I chided, handing him a bowl while filling one of my own. I sat at the table. "Can you hand me a spoon and get out some crackers?" He handed me the package of saltines and licked my spoon before passing it to me. I glared at him and he growled playfully. Rolling my eyes, I blew cooled my chili and began to eat.