A/N: Okay, now a show of hands of the people who absolutely hate me right now...! Don't worry, guys, this is Caleb/OC, remember:p

illusion- (noun) 1) a false or unreal perception or belief. 2) a deceptive appearance or impression.

CHAPTER 8:

Little Peach

"Will he be gone a while...?"

Chase answered her question with a devious smile and leaned down, pressing his lips to the spot where his finger stilled between her breasts. Sheila gasped, feeling his tongue flicking out, the cool air chilling the path of saliva he made upwards, retracing the path his finger made seconds before.

He ran his hands through her hair, the scent of her shampoo attaching to his fingers. '...Peaches... yum...' His hands were on their second run when he felt it. A light shock wave. His cock jumped instantly at the magic. Chase moaned between nibbles against her neck. 'I could get used to those things...'

Gorman had told him about them. Well not so much told... more like warned... Chase didn't care. He had a contract to fulfill. If this chick was turned on enough to be sending out shock waves just for him, even though she wasn't his Lady and it wasn't a full moon either, who was he to stop her...

His lips had reached her jaw. She grinned with breathless anticipation, his mouth making a deliberately slow journey towards hers. She groaned with frustration and wrapped her tiny arms around his waist, bringing him closer. His erection rubbed against the coarse fabric of his jeans and his eyes fluttered shut with a tiny moan.

Another shock wave, this one more forceful than the last. 'Patience, little peach...' His silky, pink tongue snaked tentatively out and ran the length of her full bottom lip. He could taste the remnants of her lip gloss on his tongue. He swallowed. She took in a sharp breath, her eyes widening in surprise. She brought a hand to her lip, touching it. They stared at each other for a moment, before she blinked, the room filling with the tinkle of her laughter.

He brushed hair from her cheek, laughing with her, his strong hands rubbing their way down the curves of her sides, where they came to rest on her butt. He gave it a light squeeze and she stepped closer to him, his hardness brushing against her stomach. She didn't seem to notice, her hands finding his shoulders for support.

His hands moved lower, and bending down slightly, he pulled, lifting her petite form up to his. Her legs wrapped expertly around his waist, her thighs gripping. She locked her ankles behind his back, the movement solidified. He quirked an eyebrow.

Chase brought his mouth to her ear, his hot breath stroking her neck. "Do not be afraid..." He whispered, as he half-walked, half-wobbled to the bed, his lips making contact with hers.

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He sat quietly at the table, listening as his three friends childishly jostled each other, Caleb throwing comments in every so often. Kate had gone to her room moments after Sheila left, to shower and see if her friend was okay.

He was out of it, he knew, but he couldn't shake the thought of Sheila from his mind. He had known her for barely a day and Caleb already deciphered that she held so many secrets and faults on the inside.

And he was determined to figure them out...

Pogue watched his best friend for a minute, Caleb's vacant eyes lost in space, before waving a hand frantically in his face.

Caleb blinked. "What?"

Pogue grinned. "Thinking hard?" Caleb shook his head. Pogue's mouth stretched wider. "Cay, you are so stuck on her, man..."

Caleb shrugged him off. "I am not stuck on Sheila..."

"I didn't even say her name. How did you know who I was talking about?"

Caleb looked at him, a witty comeback trying to form on his tongue. He resorted to shaking his head instead.

Pogue shrugged. "What? I'm your best friend." He tapped a finger smartly on his temple. "I know these things..." Pogue gently pushed Caleb's shoulder. "So, c'mon, admit it. You may not know her THAT well, but you know she's not like the other girls you've dated." He paused. "Or even like the other girls around here... Sheila's different and you're intrigued by it."

"Whatever..."

"Whatever back, Caleb. The sarcastic, yet sweet attitude she throws around has got your interest peaked, so get your balls out of your ass and confirm that I'm right." Caleb let a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth, but quickly covered it. "Aha, I saw that little smile!" Pogue exclaimed, poking him playfully in the chest. "You like her, don't you? You like the way her hair blows in the wind... The way her eyes twinkle in the light... The way her ass moves up an down when she walks in those heels..." His voice trailed off.

"So... You've been checking her out as well, huh?" Caleb scooted back his plastic cafeteria chair and stood, gathering his trash onto his tray, laughing. "I'm telling Kate..." He turned, walking towards a trash can.

"Hey! Hey Caleb, that's not fair!" Pogue said, running after the older male.

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His lips were silken fire as they made contact with hers, his tongue teasing her mouth open. She sighed, tilting her head back, her hands on his chest, twisting his shirt with her fists as her tongue danced easily with his. He lowered her the rest of the way onto the bed, her hair fanning out around her like a halo.

He broke the kiss, placing his hands on either side of her head to hold himself up. She whimpered, her lips growing cold with the loss of contact. The sound sent a jolt of arousal through his body. He looked down at her, her dark blue eyes wide, questioning. He smiled, placing a finger to her lips.

"Shhh, little peach..." She didn't question her new nickname and he brought a hand to her flushed cheek, his fingers fluttering across it, almost lovingly. "I'm going to take care of you..." He kissed her forehead, then, with slight hesitation, began to move his hips listlessly against hers. The combination of his erection and the hard fabric of her jeans rubbing against her clit sent her mind whirring. She bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes.

He could feel the heat of her arousal against his cock. 'It's going to burn a hole in her jeans...' He snickered, continuing his erotic assault on her privates with his. Her face flushed and he watched in startled fascination as the heat rose from her whole body like a phantom. It swirled, whisper soft, around his head. He breathed in. It smelled like peaches and he moaned, realizing that it wasn't her shampoo that smelled like that, but her natural scent.

The scent of her arousal...

Chase smiled. 'I bet you taste good, little peach...'

The third shock wave nearly caused his arms to buckle and his torso to topple onto hers, but he didn't stop, sweat collecting on his brow with determination.

Another wave.

Her hips bucked beneath his and he let out a throaty growl. He closed his eyes, hips rolling like waves obliviously against hers. Her smile of satisfaction was quickly devoured by his lips. His kisses this time were vigorous, hungry and she eagerly opened her mouth, complying, wanting to taste him. Her hands ran through his hair, gripping the back of his head, pulling him closer.

Another wave.

He clenched his hands into fists, the blanket beneath wrinkling in his grasp. He paused his hips and lifted his head. She cupped his cheek with her hand, concerned. "You okay?" She licked her now swollen lips. She felt his whole body shaking and tried to sit up, unwrapping her legs from his waist as she did so. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder and pushed her back onto the bed.

"Just give me a second..." His voice was hoarse, eyes still clamped shut. They were black, he knew, and his body trembled harder as he fought for control. 'Little peach, now I know why Gordon warned me about those damn waves... You could render a man useless and not even know it...' He inwardly smiled, swallowing, his eyes finally returning to their normal color. He felt a slight shift on the bed, a chilly, static wind kissing his body a moment later.

He opened his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, eyes flashing, angry.

Sheila was gone.

A/N: I could've made this chapter longer, but I have to get ready for work... Review please!!!