AN: Here's where it gets pretty smutty. Forgive me if it's bad, like I said, it's my first fic. Thanks to all my reviewers, let me know what you think of this one.

"For you, Ally," said Chase, presenting her with a giant stuffed lion. "You've always reminded me of a lion, actually." His rich Australian accent drew her into each syllable he spoke, causing her to react slowly to what he said, just so she could make each word last.

"Why?" she asked curiously, her eyebrows lowering in thought.

"I dunno. Because they're so graceful, but also strong. And a bit stubborn too."

"They are?"

"Actually, I don't know. Maybe it's just you." He was rambling to fill awkward gaps in the conversation, forcing his voice to sound playful. Chase tried more than anything to drive the sting of her words out of his skull.

She smiled weakly. "Want to go on a ride?" She glanced around at the fluorescent lighting of every color.

"Sure. Which one?" He was glad for something to distract him from all of the pain.

"Let's go on the Ferris Wheel. It's right here."

They waited in line almost like two strangers, exempt from the fact of their intertwined hands. The woman, deep in thought, played with the mane of the lion tucked under her arm. The man followed the rotation of the wheel with his eyes, around and around. She stole a glance at him. How she needed those eyes, to keep her safe, sane. To wink at her playfully or gaze deeply into in times of lost hope. To forewarn her of the bad or fill her with joy.

They boarded their ride, not sitting as snugly as each of them have liked to. The smell from dinner had worn away, and Cameron could make out the scent of cologne sprinkled on Chase. Mixed with his natural scent that she subconsciously lived to catch a whiff of, well, she could imagine nothing better. She began to inhale deeply, never wanting to forget this, forget him.

"You nervous?" Chase asked, taking her deep breathing in the wrong way.

"No," she said, slightly defensive. "You?" This was more playful.

"'Course not," he said, leaning back and, as casually as he could while still giving her space, he draped his arm over the back of the seat as the ride began to move.

Cameron's stomach lurched, but not from the motion of the wheel. How even his fingertips brushing her back could send chills up her spine. It was as If these shivers sent a message to her brain, causing her stomach to flip again. Realization hit her. She moved much closer to Chase, her gaze fixed ahead, unfocused.

The ride slowed to a halt and passengers began unloading. Cameron and Chase were stuck at the top waiting when the words came spilling out of her mouth.

"Robertiloveyou."

"Come again?" he asked earnestly, even though he head heard her clearly. His heart began to lift from where it had fallen in the pit of his stomach.

"Robert chase," she said slowly, looking him straight and hard in the eye. "I love you."

Her tone was firm, yet sincere, and no more words were needed as he drew into her for their most intense embrace yet. The kiss of love.

Time seemed to freeze as they sat, suspended in air, the city full of lights and noise left below them. Nothing else mattered for now, wrapped in each other's arms, tongues, hearts. They felt complete.

She pushed him out of the car, down onto the cold lawn. He strawberry scented hair awakened his senses more than he thought possible.

"We can't do it here," Chase panted.

Cameron responded while sucking hard on his neck. "Why not?"

"Busy street. Apartment. Other people," he gasped out as she began unbuttoning his shirt and dug her long, red nails deep into his chest.

Be firm now, he told himself. Do not have sex here.

He shoved her off of him and stood up. She punched on his back, dragging her nails down wherever she could. She wrapped her legs around his. He staggered as he tried to make it inside. Chase hiked her legs up higher and ran clumsily while she attempted to pull his already undone pants down with her toes.

She fought with him as he fumbled to find his key. She bit down hard on his ear, but he retaliated by dropping her legs, causing her to have to stand on her own. Cameron tried to jump back on him, but he pinned her to the door as he found the right key.

"Oh no," he grunted to her. "Not again."

The door swung inward as they collapsed on the floor, Cameron punching and biting and doing whatever it took to gain control, though they both knew he could easily overtake her. They fought roughly back and forth for a few moments before Chase realized tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Allison? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

She mutely shook her head, trying to pull him back down on top of her.

He refused. "What's wrong?" There was too much concern in his voice for the question to be ignored. She blinked, tears continuing to leak from her eyes unintentionally, for the second time that night. "C'mon." He hoisted her up, led her to the kitchen, and sat her down in a chair. "Cam, what's going on?" He used her last name, or part of it at least. Personal, but still, it reflected the seriousness of the situation.

Chase sat down next to her, and she leaned into him, gushing emotions onto his half unbuttoned shirt. "I'm so sorry." Her muffled voice came from his chest. He could feel her hot breath and cool tears together tickling his bare flesh.

"For what?" he was scared. He now wished he had slowed it down, given her more time and space, listened to the nagging voice in his head, over and over.

"It's just- really hard. Hard to love anyone else besides him." She was referring to her late husband. "It feels so wrong. I feel like I'm cheating on him or something. It's just so…" She let out a large sob, and for the lack of having anything else to do, Chase began to stroke her back, touching her loose curls carefully as he did. "I-I don't know. I don't think…I can't love you. Or…I don't love you. Right now."

His heart sank quickly for the second time that evening. But he had to be strong, for Cameron. "I understand" chase had no clue why he said that, he didn't know what it was like at all to have a dead spouse. "I mean, I understand that it will take time to learn how to love someone else. I know you're scared and hurt and confused," he paused, silently stroking her hair. "But I'm willing to wait for you."

She pulled back from him, trying to look into his eyes, but the tears still obstructed her vision. Neither had much to say.

"Rob, I'm not trying to take advantage of you or anything. I really do like you. Loving in just…a bit too much right now." She needed to get that out and in the open, it was important for him to understand.

"It's okay, Allison," he said hurriedly. "I trust you."

She wiped her tears away and smiled weakly. "I trust you too.

He dabbed her dry cheeks with his sleeve. "C'mon. I promised we could get drunk tonight. Let's try to calm down," said Chase, pulling out a bottle of wine.

Together they drank away the bottle, their hearts a little lighter with each glass. Then Chase brought out some scotch and a shot glass, and the y both downed enough to make it nearly impossible to remember their own names.

Cameron was rather unsteady, and she fell into Chase's arms clumsily. She looked up to him and smiled wickedly. "Bed," she whispered, and he dragged her out of the kitchen.

He tossed her onto the bed, the mattress springs screaming. For some reason, this made Cameron laugh loud and long. He lifted himself onto the bed and threw himself on top of her. She groaned in agony, but pleasure also, he could sense it.

She bit hard onto his lip, the taste of blood filling both mouths. He drew back sharply and she rammed her foot into his gut. He fell over to the side, but he wouldn't let her get the better of him. She rolled on top of him, but he pulled her long hair and she rolled off.

He sat on top of her, his mind blurred and he didn't know what to do. He was in control now, so he simply ripped her shirt off. It was more difficult than usual due to her struggling against him. She ripped his shirt all the way open, and the sight of her red nail marks still embedded in his chest made her eyes fill with satisfaction. He groaned. Remembering his pants were already undone, he ripped off his belt and used it to bind Cameron's arms together. He pulled the strap tight around her wrists. He could see the leather cutting into her skin.

She screamed, writing her way out of the belt. She squirmed out from under Chase, and then pounced onto his back, making sure to dig her nails into the saw raw, red skin as before. He let out a loud moan and threw himself backwards onto her. He ripped his pants off, and he rolled over, doing the same to her. She could no longer claw Chase from this angle; and upon withdrawing her nails, six marks began to trickle blood.

Both stopped and stared at the trails of blood. Cameron looked impressed with herself, like she had just won a prize. Chase felt these wounds as if they weren't his, like the person next to him was injured. He saw the pleasure in her eyes and was turned on all the more.

They both felt lost, with each other and themselves. Blood, sweat, and the strong stench of alcohol clouded their minds. Their drunken presence and current emotional state were too much to face at the moment. They ignored their sufferings of the past and future and tried to replace pain with pleasure. Somehow, it just didn't fit.

Being this rough, so harsh and violent, was different. Before when they were together, they knew where their place was: dating, enjoying each other's company. Now it got difficult. One felt one way, the other didn't. They were making love, but not as lovers. Everything seemed all wrong, but neither of them was able to fix it, so they it continue for their own selfish desires.

He unhooked her bra in the front and tore it our roughly from under her. Cameron winced. She ripped off his boxers and he let her, because he now felt in control.

He pinned her hands down and grasped them tight. He glanced around and swiftly (as swiftly as one can while this drunk and confused) grabbed the belt off of the bed. Chase strapped her to the post at the end. Despite her strong and constant struggle, the influence of the alcohol wouldn't allow her to free herself again. Slowly, he began touching her body, allowing his fingers to delicately caress each curve, lingering longer over her ticklish spots. Since he was sitting on her feet, all she could do was beg for mercy.

"Rob!" she gasped. "Please!"

"More?" he asked smirking.

"No, no," she moaned. "Robert!"

He stopped this, and then began to slide his fingers one by one down her panties. Three fingers in, he changed his mind, and began licking and kissing her body. She may be able to make him bleed, but he could keep her waiting. He knew he couldn't play with her too long though, so be began sucking her everywhere, hard. The scattered marks remained oh her body, still glistening with saliva as he finally decided to remove her panties.

He ripped her legs open, stretching her to her limit. He was always impressed by her flexibility. He began to circle his fingers around her clit, then stopped. She moaned.

"Please, Rob, please."

He plunged his finger into her, the others following suite, one by one. But he abruptly changed his mind again and withdrew them, slowly moving his mouth closer to her. How he could see the desire in her eyes; her need for him. His mouth wrapped around her, and she tightened her legs around his neck. She pushed up, driving his skilled tongue in deeper. He couldn't help but nibble softly as her sweet taste filled his mouth and he slid his tongue in and out slowly.

Chase could feel Cameron start up, like a new car, ready for a drive. He undid the belt as she unleashed her strength. She flipped over so her head rested on a pillow. She moaned softly, "Come in, please."

He thrust himself into her and she began to scream "Harder! Harder! Robert…" He smiled, pushed more, and prayed to God that they'd remember this in the morning. Her back arched, pelvis grinding on pelvis, but tonight they were on two different rhythms. Neither of them seemed to notice much, they were still getting the job done. Chase felt her climax; her muscles tensed everywhere, her back bent unnaturally far, and sweat poured from every pore on the both of them. It came on hard for the both of them; screams shook the walls.

"Chase!" Why his last name?

"Cameron!" he copied.

"Robert!" He liked that.

"Allison!" So did she.

"Rob!" His favorite.

"Ally!" Her's too.

He had kept her going for a half an hour. He had controlled, dominated. She was at his mercy then, but he was still more physically injured. He didn't mind, though. Hurting a girl was not right, in Australia, at least. As they lay side by side panting, he flopped on to her and roughly bit her bottom lip, her ear, her neck.

He heard her breath change sharply. "What was that for?" They were both still winded.

"For this." He lifted himself off of her and showed her the dried blood down his body.

"Sorry," she whispered. He could tell she was exhausted, but this seemed to clear her mind as remorse sank in.

"No, it's fine," he said happily, rolling back over to the side. "Just don't expect me to go so easy on you next time. She giggled, still struggling to steady her breath. They finally both calmed down, Cameron drifting into a heavy sleep, Chase laying awake, wishing that he had drunk more; for all he could do was think of the harsh fact that she simply couldn't, wouldn't, didn't love him.

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