Author's Note:

Okay, so I think I have to apologise, guys... It's been waaay too long since my last update, and I've had a few pms from people wondering where I am. I'm here! Haha Damn life keeps getting in the way. The nerve! If someone wants to buy me the gift of time for Christmas, that would be great...

I probably should have been doing work instead of writing this, but hey, I felt bad after reading those pms. I apologise again if it isn't quite up to scratch. I'll admit, with everything else that's going on, this chapter was kind of rushed.

Anyway...

Who would have known? All it takes to get you guys out of your little cocoons is a little bit of smut... Haha Thanks so much for your reviews, guys; I really appreciate it! A couple in particular, I want to shout out to:

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Chapter 24:

Strawberries and vanilla.

That's the first thing that assaults my senses as I drift into consciousness.

I take a slow, deep intake of breath as I savour the scent, opening my eyes as I exhale, the smile that graces my lips unavoidable as I catch sight of the blonde hair splayed out over the pillow.

Once again, I'm waking up beside Spencer. Except this time, we are most certainly naked, and that definitely ain't a bad thing...

Memories of last night flood my mind. You wouldn't think to look at her, but Spencer Carlin isn't as straight-laced as you'd think. In fact, she's quite the opposite. I was particularly shocked to find that she'd planned the whole evening around the fact that her uncle would be absent, although it's pretty hard to be annoyed with her when the night concluded like it did. Nope, I'm not annoyed at all.

I reach over to gently pull her hair away from her face, leaning over to get a better look. She really is beautiful. I reach out my hand to caress her skin tenderly, chuckling slightly when her nose screws up in her sleep.

I keep running my fingers over her perfect features until I'm faced with two blue orbs gazing up at me. She smiles, and I lean down to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Good morning." I pull away to greet her, before leaning in once more.

"Mmmm, good morning... What time is it?" She asks in between kisses.

"Umm..." I pull back reluctantly, checking my phone, my eyebrows shooting up at the figures lit up on the screen. "Wow. It's just gone past three."

"What? It's past three?" Her eyes widen.

"Well, we did stay up pretty late," I purr, nuzzling into her neck.

She chuckles before flipping us over, so she's on top.

"Hey! I like being on top!" She grins at this, arching one eyebrow challengingly.

"You weren't complaining last night, Pillow Queen." I gasp playfully at this, making an attempt to switch us once more, but having already anticipated my reaction, Spencer has managed to get my legs locked with hers in such a way that it's impossible for me to move.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't affected by the feeling of her smooth, naked skin on my own, but I'm feeling quite stubborn this morning, so I'm going to fight her for this...

"Carlin, you –" I'm cut off by her lips on mine.

"Shhhhh..." I concede, silence taking over as she rewards me with another kiss, which this time, gets slightly heated.

Soon enough though, she pulls back, much to my disappointment, but flashes me a million-watt smile. Of course, I return it, but my smile soon fades and is replaced by a pout as she makes a move to get out of the bed.

"Woah, wait, where are you going?" I ask. "You can't get me all worked up like that, just to leave me hanging..."

"Shower," she replies innocently, before throwing a smirk at me over her shoulder. "You're more than welcome to join..." My eyes widen as she sashays out of the room towards the bathroom.

As quick as a flash, I'm up and out of the bed, chasing after her.

Shower time with Spencer? Don't mind if I do...


When I reach the bathroom, Spencer already has the shower running as she stands with her back to me.

She smirks sexily as she turns around to face me, before stepping backwards under the warm spray, all the time maintaining eye contact with me, willing me to follow her. Daring me. My mouth begins to salivate as I watch wet beads slide over her bare skin, wanting nothing more than to trace the wet trails with my lips.

She steps back once more, pressing her body against the cool tiles, before tilting her head back slightly, inviting me with her eyes. I stalk forward slowly, stopping mere centimetres from her, still not touching, just simply devouring her with my eyes. When my eyes reach hers again, she's staring at me intently. Watching. Waiting.

I lean forward slightly as my finger reaches out to ghost slowly down her taut stomach, waiting for her to connect our lips. She doesn't though. She continues to stare hungrily, her breath hitching as a result of my soft ministrations.

I move closer then, my naked body pushing against hers as my hands find her hips, our eye contact never breaking, despite the mutual gasps of pleasure. Still, she makes no move.

I slide my hands down under her thighs, lifting them to wrap around my waist as hot beads beat down on my back, Spencer unable to resist breaking our eye contact as she throw her head back against the tiles, her centre hot against my skin.

I lean in and softly kiss her neck, taking my time as I slowly suck and lick, Spencer's arms wrapping around my neck as she attempts to pull me impossibly closer.

It's when my lips reach the sensitive spot just below her ear that Spencer seems to snap, cursing loudly as she grabs my head and forces my lips to hers. I can't help but smile into the kiss, satisfied that I'm able to break her resolve from whatever game she was trying to play.

Her tongue searches frantically for mine, the pair of us groaning as they start to dance languidly, Spencer's hips starting to buck slightly against me. I grab both of her hands and pin them to the wall to restrain her, but she only gets frustrated when I start to move my hips to match hers, her hands gripping tighter as she whimpers.

"God... Ash, just... Please. Just..."

I lick a trail up to her ear, smiling all the while.

"Please what, Spence?" I whisper seductively before biting down softly.

"Fuck." She shivers then. "Just fucking... Just..."

"Just what?" I let my grip on her hands loosen ever so slightly, just for a second, as I'm entranced by the noises she makes when I kiss her there. A second is all it takes though, for Spencer to take advantage of my slackened grip, and grab my right hand, thrusting it in between us.

I groan as my fingers come into contact with her slick heat.

"Fuck. Spencer..."

I told you... I told you to just... God!" she cries out as I enter her with two fingers straight away, skipping anymore foreplay completely. Hey, she did tell me to, right?

I can honestly say that I don't think I could ever tire of the way she feels around my fingers, or the way her eyes clench shut as her nails dig into the skin on my back painfully.

"You feel so good," I whisper as I keep thrusting, the pain on my back soothed by the warmth of the shower's spray.

"Ash. God. Keep going... More. Oh shit," she curses as I grant her request by adding a third finger, applying pressure to her bundle of nerves with my thumb.

Her breathing becomes erratic as her hips keep pace with my fingers. When I slow down for badness, I'm surprised by the frustrated growl that leaves her lips. Immediately, my pace picks up once more, eliciting a satisfied moan from Spencer's lips.

I keep this up for a while, before curling my fingers in such a way that has Spencer literally crying out in ecstasy. I grin. Bingo.

A few more strokes and she's falling beautifully over the edge, her eyes clenching tightly shut as she buries her head in my shoulder, her hands gripping onto me for dear life as my name falls from her lips amongst a stream of expletives.

I hold her tight as she shudders in my arms, coming down from her high, before letting her legs fall gently, suckling at her neck as she regains her breath.

I pull back slightly, resting my forehead against hers.

"I meant what I said last night, you know..." I rub my nose against hers before gazing into her eyes. "I love you." She smiles lazily.

"I know." She caresses my face gently before our positions are switched suddenly, my back hitting the cold tiles as I gasp in surprise, Spencer's hand holding my chest as she pins me to the wall. "I meant it too... I love you, Ashley Davies."

And then, her mouth is on mine once more...


So after our very satisfying shower, we agreed that we'd better start making ourselves scarce for the arrival of Spencer's uncle, which unfortunately means no more fooling around while we're here. It would be more than awkward if he walked in and found us in a compromising position. Trust me, I've been there. Not fun.

So, Spencer has sent me downstairs while she changes the bed sheets and tidies the place up. I offered to help, but according to her, I can't be trusted, and it would be entirely counterproductive. Whatever. She's the one that can't be trusted. Ah well, I guess I'll see what's on TV.

I flick the switch and channel hop for a while before settling in a re-run on 90210. I don't watch the show, but I guess I'll give it a shot. Glen seems to be a big fan of it anyway...

I'm only watching for a few minutes before I feel my eyes getting heavy, and a yawn escapes me. Spencer's pretty busy upstairs, so I guess I could close my eyes... Just for a few minutes...


"Ash... Ashley... Ash." I groan as I feel something touch my face, turning my head the opposite way. "Ashley." The voice is more stern this time.

"Five more minutes, Spence. I'm tired..." It's more of a grumble that leaves my lips as I snuggle further into the sofa, my eyes remaining closed.

"Wow. Babe, if I wore you out, you could have just said. I didn't realise you were lacking in stamina..." My eyes fly open at this, my head turning so my gaze is fixed on her as she kneels beside me.

"Woah, woah, woah... 'Worn out'? Oh honey, you haven't worn me out," I say as I swing my legs over the edge of the sofa so I'm in a sitting position.

A surprised squeak leaves her lips as I grab her thighs and pull her into me, causing her to straddle me. She gasps as my lips start working her neck, nibbling a trail up to her ear.

"So... What were you saying about being worn out?" I purr, smirking when I notice a hitch in her breathing.

My smirk soon disappears though, when she pulls back, eyeing me hungrily before pushing my chest down into the sofa. Now, it's her that's smirking, while I lie there watching her intently, curious to see what her next move will be.

Slowly, she leans in, her warm breath tickling my lips. She makes no move to connect them though, and when I lean up in an attempt to rectify this, she pulls away slightly, leaving me growling in frustration as she bites her lip.

She does this twice more before my grip tightens on her hip in irritation.

"You're very impatient..." She husks.

Is it any bloody wonder? We've just spent the previous night, and most of this morning 'getting to know each other' in a very intimate way, and now she's sitting on top of me all sexy like that, teasing me with her lips and husky voice. Well, I'm sorry if I'm a little impatient, but now that I've had a taste of what it's like to be with Spencer in this way, I know that there's nothing in this world that could possibly exceed this experience. So yes, I am impatient. She's got me worked up, and I want her. Bad.

I moan in delight as she finally gives in, connecting our lips with a deep sigh. Before things can get too heated though, the sound of the front door closing breaks us out of our trance, and Spencer quickly scrambles off me, smoothing down her top as she composes herself, sitting cross-legged beside me.

A second later, a tall man with dark hair walks into the room, soft blue eyes landing on mine almost immediately.

"Oh. Hey... You must be Ashley." He throws me a gentle smile, but I can't help feeling a little intimidated.

Shit, if this is how I feel when faced with her uncle, imagine what it'll be like if I'm ever faced with her father. I'm pretty sure I'd need a swift change of underwear, and definitely not for a good reason...

"Uh... Yes. Nice to meet you, sir..." I gulp.

"Ah, call me Pete. 'Sir' makes me feel old. Well... Older than I already am." I chuckle nervously, Spencer squeezing my hand subtly. "So, what have you girls been up to all day then?"

Luckily, Spencer butts in.

"Uh, not much really. We had a lie in then went out for a while. Just watching TV now...

"Oh. Go anywhere nice?" He asks.

"Uh, not really. Just around the neighbourhood..."

"Right. Well, anyway... I thought you girls might be hungry. I haven't got much in at the minute, so I picked something up on the way home. I hope you like Chinese, Ashley," he smiles at me. I return the smile, nodding. "Great! Spence, why don't you go get some plates?"

As soon as she's out of the room, Spencer's uncle turns to me.

"So Ashley... What are your intentions with my niece?" Huh?

My voice doesn't want to co-operate at this moment in time, and so I'm left looking like a bumbling idiot as I stutter on the sofa.

"Uh... I... I... Well, I..." He laughs then.

"Relax, I'm just playing with you!" Oh, thank God! "I think I'll leave that particular conversation for my brother..." Oh. Great.


So, it turns out Spencer's uncle Pete isn't as scary as I first thought. He's actually a pretty funny guy, and during dinner, gave me some pretty good ammo to use against Glen if I ever feel the need to. I was kind of disappointed when I got a text an hour later from Casey to ask if we'd be coming home soon, and that they had some healthy bets going if we wanted to join in, whatever that means...

Reluctantly, we say our goodbyes before grabbing our bags and making our way back to the others.


When we arrive back at the house, it's unusually quiet. Well, that's until a barrage of voices echo through the house at once.

"Go, go, go, go, go!"

"Mother f... Go!"

"What? How does that happen? He should be disqualified!"

"Haha, we've got it now! In the bag!"

"Chase, quit it! Poke me one more time, and I swear, I'll cut your finger off!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh... Yes!" Just as we walk into the living room, Glen gives Chase a high five. "Yes! I told you he'd do it! He turns to everyone else then. "In yo' face, suckas!"

"Uh... Evening..." I decide to make ourselves known, but only get a simple chorus of "hey" before everyone except for Casey's focus is back on the television.

"Hey guys! You want to join?"I glance up to the TV.

Horse racing. Figures. Now I know what Casey meant in that text earlier. Uncle Rob has always recorded certain races and used to take them out when we were younger, just so we could bet on them for fun. Now though, there's a pile of money on the coffee table, so obviously, things are getting a little more serious.

"Uh, maybe later..." I scan the room for any sign of Brooke and Lucy, but can't see them anywhere. Max and Emily are both konked out on the floor though, with blankets draped over them. How children can sleep so soundly through anything, I'll never know...

"Where are the girls?" I ask.

To be honest, I've kind of missed Brooke today. I'm sure she's been having tons of fun without me though.

"Oh, they're upstairs, dear," Pam replies. "Did you have a nice time?" She smiles.

"Yeah, yeah, we did. Spence's uncle is really nice." Casey smirks at this.

"Oh, I bet they had a great time..." Mel nudges Casey with her elbow and the pair of them go back to watching the race.

Everyone else seems to be engrossed, so I slip out and follow Spencer upstairs to the kids' room. When I reach the top of the stairs however, I walk right into the back of Spencer, who for some reason has paused right in the doorway.

"Oh..." She seems a little taken aback by whatever she's spotted.

"What?"I ask as I make my way beside her so I can see. "Holy sh..." My eyes widen when I catch sight of the scene before me.

"Girls, what are you doing?" Spencer asks as I seem to have lost my voice due to the shock.

"We're painting our hair red, just like Mel!" Brooke replies, looking pleased with herself as Lucy continues to douse her hair in actual red paint.

"Right... You know you're really not supposed to paint your hair though, right?" Brooke's face scrunches up at this.

"But Ash said –"

"Ash said what?" Spencer gives me a pointed look then, prompting me to shrug my shoulders.

"You said that sometimes people paint their hair!" Brooke states, throwing me a frustrated look.

"Oh no, no, no! I said that sometimes people like to change the colour of their hair. I said nothing about paint..."

"You did! You said they painted it! I asked you and you said yes!" Her eyebrows are furrowed and I can see tears welling in her eyes.

"I didn't, I... I..." Did I? Shit, that was ages ago. I can't remember...

Spencer looks at me expectantly, one eyebrow arched as she waits for my excuse.

I duck my head as I find my voice again.

"I... I didn't not say that people paint their hair..." Spencer sighs. "And anyway, I didn't give them the paint!" I defend myself, looking at Spencer, who pauses for a second before turning to the girls.

"Not one word about what Ashley said, okay?" They both nod frantically before Spencer goes out to the landing. "Glen! Get up here!" There's silence for a second. "Glen!"

"What? Spencer, I'm on a winning streak right now! This better be important!" He yells as he starts up the stairs.

"Oh, it's important alright..." She moves back into the room, standing beside me as she keeps the doorway clear for Glen, who sighs as he rounds the corner.

When he catches sight of the girls, his reaction is similar to my own.

"Holy... What the... Wha –"

"Did you give them the paint? Truth," Spencer says.

"I...Well, yeah, but I... It was only to keep them occupied. I never thought that... They begged for paint when we were out..."

"Yeah, well... You bought it, so you clean it up."

"What? But the races!" She gives him a hard look, arching one eyebrow.

"Clean it up."

Holy shit, Spencer's hot when she's angry. I mean, she's hot all the time, but right now... Well, let's just say that if the kids weren't standing there watching this whole exchange, I probably wouldn't be just standing here. No. No, I'd be on her in a second.

She stands there, arms folded as Glen ushers the girls out of the room, shouting down to the others as he complains about his younger sister beating on him.

Once Glen has left, Spencer turns to me.

"Well, that –" I cut her off as I pounce on her, my lips immediately locking with hers as I push her up against the wall, my hands on her hips.

She gasps in surprise before her hands tangle in my hair and her mouth surrenders to my own, allowing me to explore the warm cavern freely. Her hips buck against me as I push myself further into her, our bodies flush against one another, before I lower my hands to lift her legs, which she wraps around my waist.

A few seconds pass before I free my mouth from hers, pressing my lips against her ear to whisper.

"You are so fucking sexy when you're mad..." She shivers then, swallowing audibly as I take her lobe into my mouth.

"Fuck..." Oh God. The sound of her swearing under my touch does nothing to ease the flame that's ignited within me. If anything, it feeds it.

Spencer's hands reach down to clutch at the hem of my top, and I free my hands, using my hips to keep her firmly against the wall so she can pull the offending item over my head.

"God, Ash..." I pull away slightly, letting her feet hit the floor so I can relieve her of her own top, my lips immediately attaching to her neck as I lift her back up to resume out previous position, her soft groans spurring me on in my assault.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit... " Spencer and I jump apart at the sound of Glen's voice. It seems we got a little caught up in the moment and forgot where we were for a while...

"Daddy?" Lucy calls out to him.

"Just stay there, girls! I'll be right back! Shit... Fuck... Fucking... I didn't see anything... Jesus... Fuck... I need their... Their pjs... Fuck..." He dashes over to the girls' bed shielding his eyes as he grabs their nightwear and makes a quick escape.

There's an awkward silence when Glen leaves again, closing the door behind him.

"Well," I say, finding my voice, "that was a little bit awkward..." Spencer throws her top back on before throwing me mine.

"Yeah..." Spencer takes a second to collect herself. "Although, you know, that could have been avoided had you not jumped me as soon as they left," she challenges, causing me to pull a face.

"Uh, can you blame me? You're very attractive when you're angry." She chuckles at this. "Besides..." I slowly walk towards her before leaning over to whisper in her ear, "You loved it." I pull back, smirking as I notice Spencer stiffen, but she soon recovers, poking my chest with a pointed finger.

"I was angry for a reason... You," she pauses, "are just as bad as the kids." I see a hint of a smile though.

"What? How so?" I ask, and she raises her eyebrows.

"Paint?" I open and close my mouth a few times as I think of what to say.

"I... I swear... I never told her anything about painting hair."

"That's not what Brooke said..." I smirk at this. She's trying to be stern with me.

"You be careful... Keep talking like that and I might have to throw you up against that wall again and have my wicked way with you..." She throws me an amused look, before turning her back on me and walking towards the door.

"I'll see you downstairs, Davies..."

"What? Wait! You're not going to help me put the girls to bed?" She turns around and smirks.

"I have some bets to win." She throws me a wink. "Besides... I think it's for the best that we both cool down for a bit, don't you?" And then she's gone...

I spend a few minutes tidying the room up whilst trying to rid the carpet of its obvious red stains, making the beds, and turning the main light off to replace it with the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Satisfied, I lie down on the girls' bed, waiting for glen to finish with them in the bathroom.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Glen pokes his head around the door.

"Oh, you're decent this time. Great. So, uh... They're all yours!" He steps aside as he lets the girls enter the room, before bending down to say goodnight to them. As soon as he's done so, he runs off downstairs to join in with the betting once more.

"Right..." I sit up in the bed. "So, now that we're all au natural once more, what story are we having tonight?"


Surprisingly, Lucy is still awake after story time, but judging from the way her eyes are rolling in her head, she's hanging on to consciousness by a very thin thread.

Brooke however, seems to be off in her own little world, like she wants to ask me something, but isn't quite sure how to. I sit in silence for a while as I wait for her to approach me with whatever it is she wants to ask.

"Ash?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you and Spencer hold hands?" Ah. It's this kind of question time. Great.

"Umm... Sometimes." There's silence for a moment.

"Do you kiss?" I feel movement beside me and turn to find Lucy sniggering. I'm glad someone finds question time funny. It seems to have woken her up anyway...

"Uh... Yes. Sometimes..."

"Yuck!" Brooke screws her face up at this, which causes Lucy to giggle even more before giving her own input into the conversation.

"Daddy used to kiss Mommy when I was a baby, but he stopped because he said she's a witch with smelly breath." I purse my lips together to prevent myself from laughing at this "I'm not allowed to tell Mommy though. Daddy says it's just our secret, and if I told her, she'd put a nasty spell on him. I don't want her to put a nasty spell on him..." I decide to humour her.

"Well... I won't tell if you won't..." She smiles at this, though Brooke seems to be hung up on something...

"Why does she have smelly breath?" She asks Lucy. "Does she not brush her teeth?" And on that note, I think it's bed time...

Lucy just shrugs her shoulders at this question.

"Okay girls, time to get some sleep, yeah?"

Luckily, no more awkward questions are asked, and Glen's 'witch' of an ex isn't mentioned again, allowing us to say our goodnights painlessly.

Once the girls are tucked in comfortably, I make my way downstairs, but Spencer is nowhere to be seen and there's a film on instead of the races.

"Hey, where's Spencer?" I ask.

"Kitchen," Glen replies. "Man, I can't believe she beat me. She totally cheated. I bet she's seen those races before with dad..." I snigger at this. That's my girl; cleaning up the competition.

Mel takes this opportunity to say her goodbyes, Casey getting up to follow her. As they make their way to the front door for some privacy, I slip off into the kitchen in search of Spencer. Again though, there's no sign of her.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion, but I smile when a thought suddenly occurs to me, and I open the back door, making my way to the lake.


"Hey, pretty girl." I take a seat beside her as she looks out over the water.

"Hey."

"What are you doing out here?" She shrugs.

"I kind of like this place. It's grown on me," she replies."Besides, Glen's constant whinging was starting to get on my nerves. It's not my fault I'm good at gambling," she smirks.

I chuckle at this, shaking my head. She's definitely seen those races before.

"So... You want to take a raft out? Live a little? I promise I'll bring the paddles this time." I grin.

Spencer laughs at this, before grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me into her, connecting our lips in sweet lock.

Soon enough, I find myself on my back once more as Spencer attacks my lips from above.

"Oh, I see," I quip, separating our lips for a moment. "I'm just too good to resist, huh? You just can't keep your hands off me... So much for cooling down, huh?" I smirk as I lift my head to connect our lips once more, but am disappointed when Spencer pulls back just enough to prevent me from reaching her.

I furrow my eyebrows as she holds my chest down with her right hand.

"Hold on a second... I can't keep my hands off you? How about trying that the other way around," she states with an amused look. "Remind me again about the incident upstairs..." I chuckle at this.

"Pfft, I can totally control myself around you. Incase you've forgotten, it's you who's on top of me right now, and you forget I've gone without it for two years..." she smirks at this.

"Control. Right. You seemed so in control earlier..." She throws me a playful look. "Besides, now that you've finally had a piece of this..." She grabs my hands and places them firmly on her bottom. "You know there's no way you can even go a day without wanting to indulge..." She tilts her head and gives me a seductive look.

I can help but gulp at this, though soon regain enough composure to reply confidently.

"Oh please. As if you could resist this." I lean back slightly,gesturing to my body whilst making sure the material of my top rises ever so slightly, showing just a hint of the skin that's hidden beneath it.

Spencer's gaze immediately lowers as her eyes follow her hands that start to trail over my skin. She licks her lips before her eyes return to mine, my concentration momentarily slipping as my body reacts to her touch.

"You're on," she whispers seductively.

I screw my face up, confused.

"Huh?" She grins.

"I said..." She leans in to whisper in my ear. "You're. On." She must pick up on my complete confusion when she pulls back, because she soon expands. "You say I can't resist you, but it's blatantly you who can't resist me, so let's make it interesting. We only have a few days left until we leave. The first one to give in to their urges has to do whatever the other says." I think about this for a second.

"Whatever the other says, huh? So... Anything?" I ask.

"Anything." She smirks. "No exceptions."

"So... You'll be like my slave?" She chuckles at this, shaking her head.

"Nu-uh. You'll be my slave." I grin at this, thinking of the possibilities as I zone out for a moment.

Snapping out of my daydream, I glance back up to her eyes, only to find them dark and hungry as they follow the trail of her fingers along my stomach.

"Spence?" Her eyes snap up to mine. "Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine..." She bites her lip for a second. "Tonight doesn't count...Right?"

I gulp as she penetrates me with her hungry gaze, my ability to speak temporarily disabled as I remain entranced by her eyes. When my brain catches onto what she's asking, I slowly shake my head.

Satisfied, she leans in, her warm breath tickling my lips as I close my eyes in anticipation...

Tonight doesn't count.

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A/N – Hmmm... Who's going to give in first?

So I know it took like an eternity for me to get this chapter up, and hopefully it won't take as long to get the next one up. I can't promise anything though, due to commitments, but I'll tell you this... I will be back... Eventually... And before you say anything, yes, I know you're all creeps and really didn't want me to leave it there, but I'm a tease, so you're going to have to have to wait until next chapter I'm afraid ;)

Adios, Amigos!