Hey!

First of all, I want to thank Cozy Shadow, Pazlet, Raquel the writer, guest, Nouveau, Lady Miioh, xXDarkAngelKittenXx, Angelinx, Fairly odd fairy, NotBornHatched, MistyVoid48, and x K.S.P forever x for reviewing the last set. it was definitely a new record...but you know records are meant to be broken, so please continue to review!

Also, I know everyone's pissed about Mina, but surprisingly not that shocked about the kiss between Amy and Scourge lol. But then again, when you get closer to the full story, maybe your ideas about everything will change...

I also wanted to say that I'm finished with the epilogue! Well, for now. Your reactions help me significantly in terms of editing, and I've made some big edits in the last few sets of chapters. Thus, please know that I take everything you guys say to heart, so don't be afraid to offer both your critiques and criticisms. It's how we grow, people. ;)

So without further delay, here are the next set of chapters. I apologize if they're a little short, but I hope you like them nevertheless.

Chapter 25

I didn't know who started it. But to make matters worse, I didn't know if I wanted to end it.

We stood, frozen—not really kissing, but kissing. It was just nice, being in his presence in this way again. It was like all the hurt evaporated, and it was okay to indulge in the blissful sensations of his lips. Then I realized this wasn't some fantasy. My eyes widened.

Scourge stepped back first, visibly flustered and disappointed. "Seriously? We just made a promise nothing like this would happen."

"Shit." I didn't know if I was referring to how good the kiss was or how fast everything could get fucked up.

"I'm sorry," he said, moving to the door. "It's been a long day. We're both tired. We can reconvene tomorrow."

"I'm not."

He raised a brow. "You're not what?"

"I'm not sorry."

There was a pause, and then he found my lips again. I honestly had no clue what I was doing, or how I was feeling. He deepened the kiss, pulled me him. The exchange went on for as long as my stupid brain could stand me not breathing. I pulled away, but I was still in his arms.

"I've been dying to do that for years now," he said, his icy eyes satisfied yet distraught. "Looking at you today made me think of how I ruined everything. How Sage could be our son. How we could be cooking dinner." He sighed, and I could feel his warm breath on my face. "We could've been a real family."

I felt like crying; I was surprised I wasn't. "It still doesn't make it right." My lips were tingling; my throat was burning. But I ignored the sensation. I couldn't think about this—the should of, could of, would of. It was too late, and I didn't want to entertain any ideas. "I-I have to go."

"Rosie."

I left as fast as my feet could carry me, made it to my car before realizing I had forgotten my stupid keys. I made the walk of shame back to his apartment. I knocked on the door.

"I forgot my keys."

"Okay."

He walked off, and I didn't know if I was more disappointed with him or myself. My body was on fire, but I didn't know if it were rage or lust. Yet when he offered me the keys, I set them down on the table. And I threw myself back on him.

It was the hormones. It had to be.

He shut the door behind me, and straddled me against the wall with his strong arms. His kisses were intoxicating and I drank him up, sucking on his lip as he pulled back to attack my neck. He sucked hard and my brain scattered. I hissed a blissful hiss.

"Scourge," I whimpered. He found my lips again, and our tongues danced fiercely. I squealed when I felt his member prod against my thigh. My hands were getting dangerous, and they started unbuckling the belt of his pants.

"Rosie," was his warning. "Are you sure—"

I squeezed his groin; he let out a groan. My messy hand job continued until he was pulsing and hard. When I stopped, he grew restless. He growled lightly before lifting me to the kitchen, nibbling on my ear and whispering all the things he was going to do to me.

He placed me on the counter for leverage. Hitched up my dress and slid down my underwear. But his eyes focused on mine, as if to ask for my consent. I pulled him into me with a kiss, secured myself on his shoulders. One thrust was too much. My eyes practically rolled out of my head as a rush of euphoria hit me. Unintelligible moans escaped me as he moved in and out slowly, torturing me. Making contact with that part of me that…felt too good to be true...

He was smirking, which was turning me on more, and I dug my hands in his back. The mad rhythm of fucking was hypnotic, and I was lost in his touch.

"It's been so long," he said. A few of his fingers found my clitoris, and began rubbing furiously. I almost cried out. One of his hands—destructive hands—found my hips and he rolled his faster. I bit my lip, clinging onto him harder. My brain was screaming for release, and I could see it on the horizon. "You like that?"

I nodded. "I'm about to—" On cue, the good feelings stopped. I was restless and horny, and I wanted to smack him until he kissed me, carried me in his arms again.

"Not yet."

Before I could object, he dumped me on his mattress. He was on top of me again, only now he was prying off my blouse, snapping off the front-hook bra I had worn today as if I was asking for it. He feasted on my breasts, circled his tongue around my nipples, while taking taunting nibbles.

"Don't stop." I held his head closer to my chest, before pulling his shirt over his head. "It feels…so good."

"You feel so good," was his chuckle of a reply, before he moved my legs apart and entered me again. He groaned as my lips found his neck. Light pecks evolved into rougher gapes, and I moved on top of him. Kisses traveled down to his chest, his scar, until he tilted my head upward, and suckled on my chin.

"Ready to finish this?" he said, capturing me in another lip-lock, reclaiming dominance on top of me. I met his hips in an upward thrust. He bit his lip before meeting my pace.

"Faster," I moaned like the desperate whore I was. We clenched onto eat other like we needed this, like lovemaking could restore all balance to the universe. Our eyes met, glazed over in a type of lust we called love. Our lips met yet again. But it was a different type of kiss. Harsh but apologetic. Rough but loving.

My vision was growing spotty, and that mind-shattering sensation I hadn't felt in years came all at once, overwhelming me.

"Scourge, I'm cu—" My back arched, and my toes curled against the sheets, as if to cling me back to Mobius. My mouth widened, but no noise came out of it. All I could see was what I could feel. And it felt beyond good.

He was thrusting hard when his moment came. "Shit."

I closed my eyes, and was lost in the sensation of being found as he came. His movements diminished as he groaned. With a heavy breath, he rolled from on top of me, pulling me against him. I placed my head between the crook of his neck, felt his chest heave as he chuckled lightly.

"That was…"

"Unexpected," I finished for him, letting the sensations wash over me. Reality was beginning to set in, but I ignored it. I was going to lawyer hell anyway. I kissed him again, tired yet exhilarated. "But I needed that."

Scourge pouted. "I knew you only wanted me for my body."

"You wish."

"I did," he replied, pecking my shoulder. "And it came true today."

I fought the urge to scoff. "I didn't know I was that important to you."

Just then the atmosphere grew somber. He looked at me like he didn't give a fuck about just fucking me. "You are. That's why I couldn't drag you down with me then."

"Then why is it different now?" I didn't know why I was suddenly being so defensive. I mean, I felt pretty good. Hell, I felt really good. But it also felt like I was going in circles. "You're right—I probably wouldn't have left you. But you can't assume I'm the same person from before."

"I'm not," he admitted. "I'm just sorry about everything."

"Was that before or after we did it?"

"Rosie."

I sighed. My brain was regaining consciousness. And it was telling me that this was wrong. That I'd always be wrong, especially if Scourge was concerned. My hand felt his face, just to make sure this was really real. I shook my head. "I just can't believe you're back in my life again." It was like a dream come true and my worse nightmare.

"But you turned out great," he said, rubbing my arm. "You didn't need me."

"Don't say that." But I didn't know why I was complaining. He wasn't the first one to declare such painful truths.

He shook his head. "You can't seriously tell me that you haven't been with anyone else since then. That you've never slept—"

"You're the only one," I replied. His eyes widened and I sighed again. "You weren't some other guy to me. I really thought we had a chance. And I understand now, but it seemed so unfair then."

"I was unfair to you," he said after a while, pressing his lips against my forehead. I closed my eyes. "But I'm here now."

"I know," was my reply. So I just held onto him. My mind was racing with questions, but I didn't want to discuss anything. Like what this was. Where it would go. Nothing. I just wanted to breathe him in and pretend that we were something more than what we once were.

~KB