YO! I planned to update at the weekend, I know, but I didn't, and I'm sorry, but at least I have updated...eventually. This chapter is longest yet, and we were worrying we wouldn't reach how word limit. Anyways, DID YOU GUYS SEE JEMI AT THE KCAS? OMG! SO CUTE! Really bummed that JB didn't win anything though. Can't believe they lost to B.E.P?! Like wth!? And Joick lost to DYLAN SPROUSE?! What is the world coming to? Goshh. Rant over. I'll leave you alone to read...

Enjoy. :)

His hand moved gracefully up her thigh, as her breathing hitched in her throat. Their lips moved in time, and their kisses were becoming sloppier and rougher by the second. He hovered over her, the dense material of his jeans causing a friction on the bare skin of her thighs.

He kissed down her jaw and found her sweet spot below her ear, she moaned in response and pushed her body up into him, indicating she was getting tired of teasing. He moved away, leaving wet kisses along her neck and shoulder bone. Her hands played with the hem of his t shirt; she pulled it up over his head and tossed it in an unknown direction. She bit her lip, as she stared at his abs and ran her hands down the trail of hair leading to her destination. He smiled at her, whilst she sat up to remove her own top; pulling it up from the hem and dropping it on the floor. Shane licked his lips, looking at the beautiful woman in front of him. He lowered his head and left butterfly kisses down her chest, softly touching his lips on the top of her breasts, which was uncovered by her pink lacy bra. Her breathing became more shallow by the second and her heart rate was on the verge of exploding. She had never felt a sensation as powerful as this, but she was loving every moment of it.

His hands roamed her body, falling on her hips and tugging at the top of her shorts. He slid the elasticated fabric down her thighs and she kicked them off the rest of the way, leaving them at the end of the bed. He came back up to her lips and kissed them gently, he took her bottom lip between his, and her tongue begged for access to his mouth. Their tongues battled for dominance and their teeth clashing; she fiddled with the buckle on his belt, undoing it skillfully and unfastening the button and zip, she used her feet to push down the garments letting him deal with it once she pushed past his thighs.

He retreated to his position in between her legs; she could feel his hardness through the thin material of his boxers. She moaned at the feeling, knowing she had made him feel this way. He pulled at her lace boy shorts - matching her bra - and let out a groan, as he ran his fingers over the material. She arched her back and moaned as he hit a sensitive spot - she craved for more.

They were both soon rid of all their clothes, and were kissing passionately, both heavily panting as their hips rocked together, the pace quickening as they both neared their highs.

"Say my name," Shane demanded as he lowered his head into the crook of her neck. Their hips still rocking.

She let out a small moan not able to produce audible words at the moment.

"Say my name," he repeated in a more demanding tone.

"Shane," her hands moved from gripping the sheets to his back where he nails made indents into his skin and he groaned at the feeling.

"Oh god, Shane."

"Mitchie."

- - - -

"Mitchie? Mitchie?"

Mitchie shot up, struggling to breath. She could feel her heart going one hundred mile an hour. Sweat was dripping off her brow and her pelvis was now throbbing. She looked to where she was located, to find herself on the sofa and a concerned Shane on the opposite chair.

"Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?"

She tried to regulate her breathing but, the sight of him made her body do things.

"No," she shook her head frantically "No, definitely not bad."

She placed her head in her hands, and took in deep breaths. How could she let this happen? It was only a dream, so it wasn't so bad, right? But, weren't dreams normally about desires and wants?

Shane stared at her. Her brown locks fell in front of her face in a knotted mess, but

it still looked gorgeous. She was shaking slightly, and he could hear tiny cries escape her lips.

He took a seat next to her, and placed his arm around her shoulder, which she quickly shrugged off.

"No!" She looked shocked, "No, Shane just don't...okay, don't touch me. Please."

He stood up, and back away slowly. "Okay. I'm sorry?" He was confused. "I'll go get you some coffee."

She nodded. She didn't know how to take this dream. She shouldn't be thinking this way about her boyfriend's brother, and she shouldn't of enjoyed it, and she definitely shouldn't be wanting to know what it'd be like to actually do that, for real.

These past few days without Nate had been hard, she must admit, but at the same time, she didn't want them to end. She knows that when they do, she wouldn't be spending as much time as she does with Shane. Things would be back to normal, she'd be back with Nate, and he'd be with Tess. Tess, oh how she despised her. And the thing is, she doesn't even know why she does. They were friends once, actually she was the one who introduced Shane to her; in which she was now regretting. She hated picturing them together, but she doesn't know why? Doesn't she want Shane to be happy? Should she even care who Shane dates? He wasn't with her, he didn't even like her, she didn't want him to like her, 'cause it be incredibly weird. Wait..why was she even debating any of this? She was engaged to Nate. She was in love with Nate. Her future lies with Nate.

She was interrupted from her thoughts by Shane returning.

"Hey, erm, I've got you a drink." Shane walked back into the room with a white mug, filled to the brim with the caffeine filled substance.

She smiled weakly, "Thanks."

He sat down on the sofa, and looked at her as she took a sip from the mug. "So, are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

She gulped, and stuttered, "I c-can't."

"Okay?" he replied, slightly confused, "But it's only a dream, it doesn't mean anything."

It doesn't mean anything. The thought replayed over and over in her head again, and again. And she couldn't help, that every time she closed her eyes that day , all she would see was her hands gliding down his bare torso, and back up again to fist his hair, as his face was buried into the crook of her neck, kissing the soft skin there. She didn't want to open her eyes, but the slightest sound disturbed her, to her annoyance. She shouldn't be liking this, but she couldn't help but do so.

It had been 3days since they kissed, and today was the first time Shane had been back. He knew he shouldn't have kissed her, but he couldn't help himself. He'd been replaying the kiss in his head at every moment he could. But he knew he couldn't keep avoiding her, so when he went round.

He sat on the opposite chair, surprised to see her sleeping on the sofa. He would never admit to anyone, or himself how long he was watching her sleep, and enjoying it, but when she started panting and fidgeting, he knew had to wake her up. He wanted comfort her, and wrap his arms around her to make her feel safe, but he knew it would give off the wrong impression, so he just comforted her with words.

Mitchie sat in the kitchen with Shane in silence. From her dream earlier, her hair was sticking to the remaining sweat droplets on her face, and her underwear dampened a little more, every time she looked at him.

She announced she was going to take a shower and Shane nodded as he began to make himself something to eat while she got ready.

Mitchie closed the door to her bedroom, and the memory of the incident of Shane walking in her, came to mind, making her heart race. She wishes now that she would of made the most of the situation.

She shed her clothes, walked into the en-suite and turned the hot water on, stepping into the shower and letting the water cascade down her back. Closing her eyes, letting the water fall down her face and the front of her body. Letting her senses take over, and just relaxing into the feeling.

As Shane sat downstairs, he couldn't help but think of her in the shower; her hands lathering parts of her body he wished he could touch and kiss and do the unthinkable to. He closed his eyes to picture her, he knew his imagination would be nothing compared to what she would really look like, but for the past 3 days its all he has had. Knowing she was just rooms away showering, made him hot and bothered. He'd poured himself some ice-cold water to try and cool himself down but, it didn't work.

Mitchie stepped out of the shower and, wrapping her pink towel lightly around her body - resting it on her thighs and balancing it around her breasts - she exited the bathroom and walked into her bedroom. She quickly grabbed the clothes she had placed out on the bed before she had got into the shower. She got changed and styled her hair, letting her brown waves rest naturally down her back and some falling round her shoulders; her layers cupping her face gently. She looked into the mirror and saw her reflection -looking herself up and down. She was wearing jean shorts, that rested high up on her thighs, she had a long pink vest top that rested just above her shorts revealing only some of skin, over the top she had a pink checkered short sleeve shirt that she left undone to reveal her toned stomach under her vest top.

She walked into the kitchen to find Shane searching through the cupboards for something to eat. All she could see was the top of his head from behind the worktop; his head disappeared for a moment, before she heard a 'thud' and Shane cursing in pain, as he stood up, rubbing the back of his head. She giggled at his misfortune. He raised his head to look at her, smirking at the sound of her giggle.

"Oh Mitchie, don't worry about me, I'm fine really, just a minor concussion, but you know, no need to come rushing to help, really I'm fine. Just stand there and laugh, it's cool," Shane said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, still rubbing his head.

"Please, this is prolly like, your 3rd accident of the day. You'll be prone to it by know," she laughed through her statement and he laughed in response.

"You do know, that there is no food in here right?" referring to the open cupboard.

Mitchie moved towards the counter, hoisting herself up on it next to Shane who was leaning on the opposing one.

"I've been living off take-aways for the past few days."

"Are you serious?" He pushed himself off the counter, closing the space between them slightly. Mitchie brought her legs up and crossed them over and simply nodded, smiling at his question.

"Come one, get your shoes on. We're going to Wal-mart, and get you some real food," she rolled her eyes.

"I'm fine eating what I've been eating."

"You aren't,"Shane confirmed sternly, "Now, come on."

She sighed, obviously losing the argument. She jumped down from the counter,, but as she did, her foot slipped; she grabbed for something to stop her, for anything around her, to keep her balance, but she couldn't. Luckily, a pair of hands firmly grabbed her waist, and her hands fell to his tight biceps. After setting her down he carefully let go, not wanting to but, if he didn't things would of got awkward. She soon enough let go of him as well.

"Thanks," she managed to whisper.

"You should be more careful next time," he smiled at her and unbeknown to her she blushed.

- - - -

The car ride to the store was awkward, to say the least. The sound of the radio softening it, until Shane turned it down. Mitchie looked at him confused.

"Listen, I'm sorry about the other day, I don't know what came over me."

Mitchie hung her head sighing as a response. "It's okay Shane. How about we just forgive and forget, yeah. Never bring it up again?"

Shane looked at her and smiled; she smiled back at him. "Yeah, yeah I'd like that."

Shane soon pulled into a car park space and they both entered the shop.

They came out 1 hour later with bags fall of countless boxes, cartons and bottles.

"Think we got enough stuff?" Mitchie laughed, watching Shane struggling to carry the bags, "And as I asked inside, are you sure you don't want me to carry more?"

"Nope, no, I'm good," he panted. One of the bags split, and a carton of milk dropped out, and spread everywhere, "Fuck!"

Mitchie clutched her sides in hysterics, whilst Shane tried to gather the other items that had fallen out of the bag.

"Shurrup Mitch," he mumbled.

"I'm sorry...it's just...so so funny," She spoke in between fits of laughter.

After Shane had gotten everything back, and picked up the brown paper bags, the duo made there way back to the cars.

"I told you to let me help," Mitchie told him, in a sing song voice.

Shane just shrugged, and let out a breath of air.

The ride back to Mitchie's wasn't as awkward as the one there. Actually, it wasn't awkward at all. The drive was full of jokes and smiles. It was comfortable and natural.

"So, how you handling the 'no Nate' thing now?" Until Shane asked that.

Mitchie started fiddling with her fingers in her lap, and bit her lip. She missed Nate, she really did, but the truth is, she was having a lot of fun with Shane, and it made not having Nate around a lot easier. But she didn't want to tell Shane this. It'd make things really weird.

"Okay, I suppose."

"Suppose? What do you mean?" he questioned.

"Well, I expected it to be a lot harder. I miss him, I really miss him, of course I do, it's just..." she trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence. "I don't know."

A silence filled the air when she finished speaking.

They arrived back, and both took the bags out of the car and through to the kitchen.

"I can put these away myself, you can go now, if you want." she spoke without looking at Shane.

He picked up one of the bags, and started taking things out of it, and placing them in the fridge. "No, I'll help."

"Don't you want to be getting back to Tess?"

"Nah, she's out tonight anyways, and Caitlyn is off with...Kyle? I think it is. So it'd just be me."

"Oh." She continued filling the cupboards, without making a sound.

He kept stealing glances at her, as did Mitchie with Shane. This wasn't normal, but neither cared. Neither bothered to think of the consequences of their doings. Technically they weren't doing anything wrong, they were just looking, that was allowed...right?

Ten minutes later, they were done. Mitchie stood from the spot she had been crouching down it, and dusted her hands together, whereas Shane cracked his knuckles.

"So, do you want to stay for something to eat?" She asked politely. She was just being nice, so she tried to convince her self. Truthfully, she didn't want Shane to leave yet.

"Sure. I'll cook if you want. Actually I insist."

She shook her head, "We'll do it together."

Shane just smiled at her. He looked at her. Her brown hair shiny, and bouncy. Her skin radiating with a happy glow. Her brown eyes piercing through his. She was beautiful, more beautiful then he'd ever seen. He thought Tess was gorgeous, but she's nothing compared to Mitchie. Why had he never noticed this before? Of course, he's always thought she was good looking, but after spending so much time with her just lately, he'd begun to see her in a whole new light, and having thoughts about her, which he knew were wrong, yet he couldn't help himself, and he didn't want to. Before his mind used to be clogged up with Tess, but now he rarely thought of her, the only times he did really, were when Mitchie brought her up.

He must have been staring longer, then he thought, because the next thing he knew, Mitchie's hands were on in front of his eyes, waving to get his attention.

"Oh sorry." He shook his head of his thoughts, "So, what we cooking?"

"I was thinking pasta."

Shane grinned. Pasta was his favorite...but Mitchie hated it? His face turned into a look of confusion.

"What's up?" Mitchie asked.

"You don't like pasta." It wasn't question.

She shrugged, "I like a change." In reality, she just wanted to make Shane happy, she knew it was his favorite dish, but he wasn't going to know that.

Shane simply nodded, and the couple began the cooking process. When they finished, Mitchie dished up the food, and set it in front of them.

"Thanks," Shane whispered.

Halfway through the meal, Mitchie felt Shane's leg brush against hers, making her blush. She looked up to see Shane focused on the plate in front of him. It was obviously an accident, she thought.

However, Shane was trying hard not to meet her gaze. He knew she had felt his leg, and he was surprised to feel her leg rest against his; his food got caught in his throat and he started to choke on a piece of pasta. Mitchie trying to muffle her laughter by inwardly biting her lips, the slightest giggle escaped her lips.

After they finished off their food, Shane helped Mitchie with dishes and they both tidied the kitchen, finally resorting to the sofa to watch whatever was on TV. She sat with her knees pulled tightly into her chest, snuggled into the corner of the sofa. Shane kept stealing glances at her and occasionally he'd catch her looking back; which he wasn't complaining about. Mitchie stood up off of the sofa and walked into the kitchen, Shane shamelessly watched her hips sway as she walked away. He took deep breaths to calm down his pulse, wriggling in her seat; he heard Mitchie call from the other room.

"Hey Shane?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Do you want something to drink?"

"No, I'm fine, but thanks."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, totally."

Mitchie walked back into the room and Shane stood to go to the bathroom. She placed her drink down on the corner table, before she stood up straight and walked over to her previous seat. She came face to face with Shane, meeting him in the middle. As she went left, he went left and as he went right, she went right. They both laughed at their actions. Just as they were recovering, their eyes locked onto one another. Shane brought his hand to her face and brushed a stray brown wave behind her ear, her stare stayed on his and he swallowed the rising lump in his throat. Both of them caught in a moment they didn't want to end, just looking at each other with blank faces but, feeling the connection between them. Their faces were only inches apart; they could feel each others breath on their skin. They both lent in, closing the small space between them until their lips met. Taking her top lips between his, softly, leaving a lingering kiss. Shane retracted his head almost instantly. His head falling, knowing he had made a mistake by kissing her. He raised his head to look at her, her angelic features looking were at her shoes. He immediately felt guilty.

"I'm sorry Mitchie. So so sorry." He mumbled quietly.

She shook her head in response "No, I'm sorry," she looked up as she spoke to him, his face full of confusion as to why she was sorry.

"Why? What you got to be sorry for?" Shane managed to laugh out, trying to make it seem no big deal

"For this."

"For wh-"

But before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off by Mitchie crashing her lips onto his. Her hands resting on his shoulders and slowly working their way up to his hair; his hands naturally falling onto her hips, holding her tighter and pulling her closer, as if she would disappear if he didn't, or she realized what she was doing and pulled away. But she wasn't planning on pulling away, she felt right in his arms, she didn't want to any where other than his arms at this particular. Their actions were getting more sloppier and rougher; Shane walked them backwards, their lips still attached as he pulled her along with her hips. His knees hit the back of the sofa and he lowered himself down to sit on it, Mitchie straddled his thighs, her hands cupping his face keeping him his position, she ground her hips into his, relieving a throaty groan from him. His grip on her thighs became tighter, as her hands smoothly moved to his hair, grasping it firmly in order to bring him closer to her, if that was possible. She rocked her hips again, causing both of them to moan in pleasure; her hands reached for the hem of his T-shirt, toying with it, before tearing their lips away, for the first time, to lift it over his head and throwing it behind her, somewhere. She gasped at the sight of his toned chest, biting her lip to stop herself moaning before reattaching their lips together. Suddenly Mitchie's pocket started vibrating followed by an all too familiar tune rang out. Mitchie reached down into her pocket pulling it from her shorts and was surprised when Shane's hand grabbed on to her wrist.

"Leave it," Shane spoke into her lips.

"I can't."

He let go of her wrist and let her answer the phone, his hand still clung onto her thighs. She pressed accept and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby," Nate spoke into the receiver.

"Nate, baby, I really can't talk right now," Shane took this to his advantage and ground his hips into Mitchie's, causing her to release an audible moan. She bit her lip to try and muffle it.

"Oh right... What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she spoke abruptly, "I've just got friends coming over."

Shane leaned up and licked the the sensitive patch of skin just below her ear, then took her earlobe between his lips, making her shiver.

"Who?"

"Oh, I was, erm, in Wal-mart and ran into some old school friends. We were just gonna order in a...a Chinese, and catch up you know?" She managed to get out.

"Oh, okay well I'll call you tomorrow?"

"Yeah sure," she sighed in relief.

"Love you."

"Love you too." she hung her head in shame, she had just lied to her fiancé. She doesn't do that sort of thing, what's happening to her?

She got up off Shane's lap and walked into the kitchen, leaving Shane completely confused. Did he do something wrong...

"Hey, Mitchie, where you going?" She ignored him.

He followed after her, and found her almost in tears, leaning against the cupboards, her back to him. He went behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering in her ear, "What's wrong?"

She shrugged him off, and walked forwards.

"Nothing, just...give me a minute."

Shane sighed, he knew what was up, "Nate, right?"

She swallowed and nodded.

"I'm just going to go..."

"No!" She exclaimed, "I mean, you don't have to."

"I do. This should never have happened. See you in the morning." He went to leave, but felt Mitchie's hand on his shoulder blade.

She choked back a sob, but her words came out teary, "Don't leave me. Please."

Shane turned to look at her; her eyes were full of tears, and her face was red. "I have to, I'm sorry."

And with that, he opened the kitchen door, and stepped out wordlessly, shutting it behind him. He lent against it, thinking about what had just happened. His breathing coming out in patches.

As soon as the door shut in front of her, Mitchie placed both her hands and forehead on it, letting her cries break through. She was replaying the memory of what had taken place in the living room, over and over in her head. She hadn't wanted it to stop, she wished she hadn't now. She had wanted more..she still wanted more.

She straightened her self out, and regained her breath. She had to stop Shane. She decided to take a chance, and hope he was still there.

She took hold of the door handle, tightly grasping it, before pulling it open to see Shane standing there.

Without a sound he pushed her back into the kitchen, crashing his lips onto hers, tightly gripping her hips, and just letting his senses take over. She did nothing to stop this. She yanked at his shirt, pulling him into her, holding on for dear life. The kiss was full of need. Full of want. Full of passion. Neither had ever felt such desire in their lives. But it felt right. And nothing was about to stop them now.

It seemed a bit rushed to me...what do you think? But we do have lots more planned, so maybe not?

Thoughts?

xo