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~Crews

"So," I asked coming out of the dressing room. I was wearing a Bullet for my Valentine black t-shirt with dark skinny jeans. And wonderful black boots with big silver buckles. When we walked into Hot Topic, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. This latest outfit was the fourth of about a gazillion more. "What do you think?"

"I really like the boots," he remarked, looking me up and down. This had really bothered me when I had asked his opinion the first time. Him just lazily looking at me. I really wanted to punch him in the face until he had said that he liked the Papa Roach shirt. That made it better and after that, I didn't really care.

"These are the same jeans, different top. And I really like the boots too," I said, turning to look in the mirror. I looked up at Michael's reflection. He was still studying the clothes.

"Yes, I noticed. I've liked the jeans every time. They make your ass look great."

"Quit staring at my ass," I snapped, knowing even as I said it he wouldn't stop.

"I have something I want you to try on," he said, changing the subject. Turning to the rack beside him, he pulled out a hanger holding a solid black shirt.

"Okay," I said, taking it from him.

"Everything on the hanger," he said suspiciously. I glared at him as I walked back into the changing room, pulling the curtain shut behind me.

"Are you finding everything alright?" I heard the salesman ask. This guy was amazing. He had tattoo sleeves with crazy objects and designs. His lip and eyebrow were also pierced, the same hoop earrings in each, like they had been meant for ears. He had semi-long hair that he had gelled to the middle for a mini Mohawk and was freaking hot to boot. Of course, not as cute as Michael but like hell I would admit that out loud.

"I think we're fine," Michael said.

"Are you two dating or something?" the guy asked. I quickly covered my mouth to stifle a giggle. This was great.

"Or something," Michael said tensely. I could just imagine their faces: Michael seething and the guy fearing for his life.

"Call me if you need anything," the guy rushed, his steps moving rapidly away.

Shaking my head in amusement, I grabbed the shirt and pulled it from the hanger, revealing one of the extremely sexy corsets. I looked at it in surprise. It was black with black lace and ribbons, coming together at the bust to form a push-up bra. And the material was just sort of see through. It was one of those things that I had always wanted to try on but didn't have the guts to take off the hook.

I know, me, embarrassed to try something on. The world must be ending. But it's the truth. And now, here it was, staring at me. Something that Michael wanted me to try on.

I glared at it for a few seconds before sliding it off the hanger. What the hell… On it went.

"Holy shit," I breathed. It fit and did I look different!

"I knew it would look good," Michael said. Gasping, I turned around to see him leaning against the wall by the curtain.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I snapped. I hadn't heard him or seen him come in and the mirror would have shown him coming in.

"I wanted to see," he said, raising his brows. The picture of innocence. "And I knew it would look good." He stared at my chest. I could feel myself turning red. Something that I had sworn to myself I would never do again.

Forgetting everything, especially what I was wearing, my instincts kicked in. I did what I do best. I got in his face.

"Bite me, freak," I breathed, voice clipped. He smirked, his eyes flashing demonically.

"Not just yet," he whispered, his tone giving me goose bumps. Before I knew it his mouth was on mine. His lips were gentle and the kiss ended after a second, Michael pulling his face back to gauge my reaction.

To be honest, I'm not sure what my face looked like at that moment. I was in complete shock. I had imagined this so many times, I'd probably even dreamt about it. Yet, in my mind, I had said something witty or sarcastic, threatening to kick his ass while at the same time pulling him closer for more. Something was definitely wrong with me as I stood there, staring at him with no doubt glassy eyes like a fish out of water.

"Are you alright?" Michael asked, waving a hand in front of my face. I cleared my head with a shake.

"Yeah," I said, embarrassed to no end that my voice shook. "I'm fine." I turned back to the mirror, examining the corset once more.

"Do you honestly expect me to buy this?" I asked.

Michael searched my face through the mirrors reflection.

"No," he finally said, looking down at my pile of clothes. With his scrutiny directed elsewhere, I found it possible to get a hold of myself. The freak wasn't playing by the rules and there was no way in hell anything like this was going to happen. No, its all pretend.

"Alright, freak, get the hell out of here. I'm changing so that we can leave.

"Fine," he said, ducking out of the dressing room through the curtain. I changed like a bat out of hell, untying the corset and shrugging back into the pastel nightmare. I looked at the corset, flung onto the little changing room bench. Picking it up, I gingerly placed it back on the hanger and on the hook. I stared at it for a few seconds, remembering the kiss. I smirked and turned to gather my clothes.

"Let's go," I said, kicking the curtain open.

"Alright," Michael replied, walking with me to the check out. The hot guy looked at me once, darted a quick glance at Michael and didn't look at me again. I glared at Michael.

"Seriously?" I whispered, as we walked out of the store. "No need to scare away potentials."

"Yes there is," he said, swinging the bag that he had insisted he carry. "You're mine."

"We're only pretending," I reminded him softly, watching his face.

"I know."

"What do you want for dinner?" Michael asked, sticking his head into my room. Since we got back from our little shopping escapade, I had been in my room with a big black trash bag, picking my way through the mess my mom had packed me. The dress I had worn that day was the first to go leaving me standing in a neon pink sports bra and shorts. The things I had deemed acceptable were hanging in the closet along with all my new clothes. I had decided to keep the thongs. Who knew what would happen?

"I'll eat whatever," I said, tying the black bag shut with a knot. I looked to see him watching me, his face asking what are you doing. "I decided that instead of burning them, which was my first thought, I would donate them," I said, tossing the bag from my bed to the floor. "Who knows? There may be some people who would want to wear them."

"Aren't you nice," he said, still staring at me. "Who are you and what have you done with Charlie?"

"Haha aren't you clever," I retorted. I moved toward him.

"So, what are you cooking?"

"Oh, it'll have to be a surprise," he said with a devilish grin. I raised my eyebrows. "Find something else to do but don't come into the kitchen."

"Yes sir," I mock saluted, grabbing my bathing suit from my dresser. "I'll be in the hot tub." He glanced at my suit.

"I forgot to mention that my hot tub is clothes free."

"Not in a hundred years my friend."

"You know," he said, grabbing my hand as I walked past him through the doorway. "A hundred years isn't that long."

I pointedly looked at his hand and he removed it and continued to turn and walk to the kitchen without another word. God, was this guy a freak. Hell, he's a perverted freak. The thongs, the corset and now the nude hot tub? This guy has got some issues.

I walked through the door to the hot tub and my jaw dropped in awe. The room was entirely made of glass. The walls, the ceiling. Everything except the hot tub. I returned to my room, donned my suit and headed back to the hot tub. I lifted the lid and shoved it to the side. I swung my legs over the side, scooting and sinking down into the warm water. I turned on the jets and leaned my head back against the edge, sighing in content. That's when I opened my eyes. Head still thrown back, I looked toward the sky and was amazed to see the stars. It was like I was outside in some hot spring, without a care. I closed my eyes once more and became oblivious to the world.

"Charlie," a voice called. I could feel myself being pulled from the scene before me and I wanted nothing more than to ignore the voice and remain in the dream. "Charlie," the voice persisted.

"Mmm go away," I mumbled, turning to the side and getting a face full of water. I snapped upright, spluttering. "Huh?"

"Charlie, dinner's ready," Michael said, staring down at me from the side. "And its not the smartest thing, sleeping in a hot tub."

"Yeah yeah," I grumbled, wiping my face with pruney fingers. Thinking back to the dream, I tried so hard to recall what it had been about. Nothing.

"Dinner?" Michael asked, still staring at me.

"I'm coming," I sighed, pushing myself up. Michael held out a towel. "Thanks."

"Now, I really hope you like this," he said holding the door to the hall open for me.

"Shouldn't I change?" I asked, as he led me past my door.

"You don't have to," he said, holding open the kitchen door. I shrugged. It didn't matter to me.

As I walked across the threshold, I was accosted with the most delicious scent I had ever smelled. It smelled like all my favorite foods. And it more or less was.

Michael had prepared everything from burgers to pizza to chicken linguini.

"Are you going to cook like this for every meal?" I asked, plunking down in my chair. In the blink of an eye he had my plate laden with tons of food.

"No," he replied, taking his own seat. "Just until I find what you like."

"You know," I said, taking a bite, "You could just ask."

"Now where's the fun in that?" he asked, drinking what appeared to be iced tea with some other red liquid.

"What are you drinking?" I asked, twirling pasta onto my fork.

"Herbal tea," he answered, swigging it down before I could ask to have some. Freak…

We sat in silence as I ate and Michael stared at the wall, not touching any of the food. I studied his face, aware that this was one of the only times that he wasn't examining or watching me. He seemed lost in thought.

"So, Michael," I started, wiping my mouth with a napkin. His eyes snapped in my direction.

"Yes?"

"About our wager this morning…" I started.

"The wager I won?"he teased, rubbing it in. "What about it?"

"That's for tonight and only tonight right?" I asked.

"I guess," he said, playing with his unused fork.

"What do you mean 'you guess'?"

He smirked.

I felt my heart beat increase within my chest. Holy crap… This morning, when I had agreed to this, I had had a bad feeling but, hey, I had thought I would win, no doubt. But here we were, the sun gone, the clock ticking seemingly faster and faster to the time when we would need to go to bed…

"Are you getting tired?" he asked innocently. I looked at him like he was crazy. I was so keyed up!

"Are you crazy?" I asked. He stared into my eyes and suddenly I could feel them starting to droop. Oh shit.

"You're tired," he stated, getting out of his chair. "Time for bed."

"But," I tried to say, but my brain had stopped functioning correctly. What had I been saying? How the hell was he doing this to me?

Michael scooped me up bridal style and carried me to his room, laying me gently on his bed. I watched dazedly as he walked into his bathroom and two seconds later came out in pajama pants and no shirt, revealing a six pack that I had not noticed before. Oh crap.

Picking me up in one arm, he pulled back the covers and tucked me in, getting in on the other side. He slid over and had me wrapped in his arms in no time at all.

"Are you sure you just want to sleep?" he murmured gently in my ear. He leaned forward and kissed me once more just as gently as before. I felt my mouth moving in response and he playfully bit my lip. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

I pulled him closer, running my hands across his stomach, his back, moving to run my fingers through his hair. At the same time, he had his hands wrapped around my waist, playing with the waist band of my bathing suit. I was still wearing a bathing suit…

"Oh shit," I breathed against his mouth as he reached for the strings of my bikini top. I could feel them slowly sliding loose…

"Hell no!" I cried, pulling myself from his arms. "This is so not happening!" I rolled to the side of the bed and raced out the door to my room. I slammed the door shut, changed into a long sleeved shirt and long pj pants with a string tie which I pulled extra tight and double knotted. I slowly walked back to Michael's room.

He was still lying in bed, the covers pulled over his legs, making it look as though he wasn't wearing anything at all. I crawled into his bed, rolled so my back was to him and pulled the covers securely around me.

"Good night Michael," I said. He sighed.

"Good night," answered.

The lights went out.

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