Sorry it's been such a long time, lovelys but the usual writer's problems!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except my idea.

"It's all in the knees," Sophie giggled as she leant against the doorframe and watched me try to yank the sliding door open. Stupid, smug bitch, just watching me.

"That's lifting," I grunted as I gave the handle an even harder pull but only managed to hurt my shoulder. Sophie sighed, seeming to realise I was in fact going to hurt myself when trying desperately to open the door onto the balcony. Mum was out for the afternoon and had notified me with a little note on the microwave. How kind of her, I thought idly before crossing my arms and sending a pout in Sophie's direction. She moved over to me and leant out, brushing her fingertips over the side of my neck.

"You okay?" She whispered. I shivered as her fingertips grazed over the strap of my cami. She moved it down slowly and leant forward to press a gentle kiss to the newly exposed skin. I couldn't help but absolutely beam. Sophie was so damn sweet and for the past few days she had done nothing but dote on me. Of course it had been inconspicuous doting around everyone that wasn't Rosie because she obviously knew by now. She would slip in the sly joke every now and then, causing Sophie to furrow her eyebrows in that adorable way or snap at her under her breath.

We'd told our parents we'd bonded and they'd commented on how we looked like we'd known each other for ever. My mum loved her, always commenting on how polite and pretty she was. Of course when she made reference to the pretty it was always about me keeping my eyes on any overconfident lads in the clubs trying to lay their hands on her. Of course, something inside me would want to rip any lad apart that tried it on with her instead of just giving them a talking to. We hadn't actually stated what we were yet but the sly kisses, cute looks and the fact we'd now had sex three times told me we were something.

I'd now known Sophie for a week and a half and every moment with her had been brilliant. She was funny, complimentary, witty and made me feel like a million dollars. She had this thing she did when we'd end up sleeping in the same bed where she'd write her name with her index finger on my skin. It was absolutely adorable. And now we're in my room, trying to get out onto the balcony without success. But of course Sophie, Mrs Muscle, is going to try and get out and probably do it. I stood back and crossed my arms, watching as she gave me a smug smile. Her fingers curled around the handle and pulled.

There was absolute no resistance as the door slid open. I groaned lowly and hit her gently on the arm. She merely giggled and nudged me out onto the balcony. It was as warm as ever and I could literally hear the set of recliners out here calling our names. Sophie smirked at me over her shoulder before sliding her shirt over her head. She then unbuttoned her shorts and let them slide down her legs, revealing her red bikini we'd gone out and brought a few days ago. My eyes slid over her, lingering on a few of my favourite parts. She was so...just..wow.

"How lucky am I?" I muttered. Sophie seemed to hear me and turned around, reaching out to place her hand on my hip.

"You haven't shown me your bikini yet," She murmured. It sent chills up my spine. She was just so alluring and the way she made me want her had only really become clear on that night back from Ibiza when we'd done it for the first time. I grunted and pushed her hand away, giggling quietly. I eased my shirt over my head and lay it on the railing before copying Sophie's actions of sliding my skirt down my legs. I could feel her looking so obviously I made more of a show of it.

"You'll catch flies," I whispered when I turned and saw she was still staring. She seemed to realise I had caught her red handed as she gave one of her cheeky little smiles. I merely gave her one back and walked over to the balcony rail and lay my hands on the slightly warm metal that was becoming hotter in the rays of the sun.

As usual the pool was packed with all sorts of people. Some were just chilling while others were splashing and playing in the pool. I had to find a way to get Soph in there in that killed bikini, getting her all wet and such. I was so far into my slightly graphic thoughts when an arm slid around my waist and smooth fingertips slid over my stomach.

"I've got my repellent on," A voice breathed against my neck. I trembled as the fingertips moved lower on my abdomen.

"Soph," I said firmly. She paused for a few seconds before, and I mean this, I could literally hear her smirk.

"Yes?" She murmured in a voice that slightly resembled someone singing a song. She was so damn confident of herself. Well, I suppose she hadn't started off that way but our openness and confidence with each other had grown over our time together. Her hand traced over the front of my bikini bottoms. I breathed in a sharp breath. Stupid, confident, cocky cow. I glared at her over my shoulder but her fingers still managed to find their way passed the material of my undergarments. "D'ya reckon we could make some of the people down there hear you moan?" She whispered. I swallowed hard.

"Later," I said quickly before I could even let my brain have its own say. My fingers gripped her wrist and pulled her hand out of my bottoms. She merely laughed and took my hand.

"Lay down, silly, I'll get us some drinks," She muttered. I nodded and took a seat on one of the recliners. She looked at me for a few seconds before leaning over and kissing the top of my head. As she went to move away, my fingers found the back of her neck.

"Soph?" I muttered. She blinked and then smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Can we, uh, talk when you get back?" I asked quietly. She looked shocked for a few seconds but then nodded and pecked my lips.

"Of course, I better get something stronger than I intended," She returned in a small voice. I nodded and then watched her disappear back into the apartment. I took in a shaky breath and lay back on the inclined chair. What was I going to ask her? Good god, what had I just put myself down for? Did I want to really ask her what we were? Just then I heard the sound of footsteps again and turned around. Sophie was stood there, pinching the bridge of her crinkled nose.

"I, um," She forced out, flexing her fingers slightly before rubbing her hand over her face.

"What is it Soph?"I asked quickly, hope rising in my chest. She opened her mouth to talk then closed it again. Go on, my mind urged, just say it!

"What did you want to drink?"

I hate to admit it but I think my heart dropped.

As I said, I'm sorry but I need to think how to end this story :L I love it but I don't want angst or nowt so happiness is for all!

Revvviiieeeewww? :D