A/N Ok so far I only have one review… and that makes me kind of sad but whatevs on with the story!

Disclaimer: NO I DON'T OWN DAZZLE wish I did though that would be awesome

Alzeid POV

What was she doing? I heard her mumble my name in her sleep and now here she is climbing all over me wearing nothing but a cute little night gown. Doesn't she know what she does to me? It took all my will power to not kiss her soft pink lips as she slept; she looked like an angel and when she said my name it nearly set me over the edge. Can I trust myself enough to embrace her like this? I have no idea but this feels too right.

Rahzle's POV

I felt him stiffen and then gradually relax and wrap his arms around me and starts stoking my hair, it felt like he was testing himself. Well let's just see if he passes now, shall we? I lightly press my lips to the hollow of the base of his throat.

"Rahzle?" He stops stroking my hair.

I slowly kiss my way up his neck to his strong jaw line; I feel his breath on my hair. It's getting a little shaky. I smile in spite of myself, so he likes this huh?

"Yes, Kitty-Pon?" I look at him under my lashes. "Is there something wrong?"

He swallows and stares at me for a few seconds.

Alzeid POV

"Is there something wrong?" Her question burns in my mind. Technically no I find nothing wrong with having her lips on me, but Heat is the perverted one not me.

I should stop this…but I can't find the words to do so…

"Alzeid…?" Rahzle is looking deep into my eyes; I'm loosing my composer…

Rahzle POV

His mask is slipping, he wants this. I wish I had known before; I'm going to enjoy this as much as possible now. I reposition myself on his lap and put my arms around his neck so our noses are just barely touching.

"If you don't want this tell me now, because if you don't I'm going to kiss you." My voice doesn't sound like it usually does, it's deeper.

Alzeid POV

Oh please god or whoever is out there help me, Rahzle just sounded so sexy. My composer slips I take her face in my hands and crush her lips to mine and watch her surprised blue eyes flutter closed. She tangles her fingers in my already messed up hair, she presses her body against mine and the faintest moan escapes from her lips. This is heaven.

Rahzle POV

.GOD. Alzeid is kissing me and it's magic; I know I should restrain myself, but the ability to think about anything but Al's lips on mine is slipping. I feel like Al is a banquet of food and I haven't eaten in years.

A/N sooo what cha think? How far should they go? I do write romance stories that involve "lemons" I believe is the word used here for such scenes. So review please! 4,000 cookies to the first three people.