Kiss

Andrew watched as Anya opened her eyes. Deep seductive purple eyes were looking straight back at him. He coughed slightly. He didn't know this feeling very well, but he did recognize it as want and need. He knew immediately that he wanted to bed her. 'No I don't!' He thought to himself. He looked away as quickly as he could and looked at the ground, trying to contain himself.

"Okay," He said in a high pitched voice, "Now I know why you're reluctant. Understandable."

"Amazing…" Anya sounded completely and utterly shocked, "That's a complete first…" she felt on the edge of hysterics.

Andrew looked at her and then suddenly leaned in and kissed her on the lips. He was shocked at himself.

'Spoke too soon…' Anya thought to herself, but didn't feel utter distaste. 'Another surprise…' she actually…felt something. It was strong…making her lean into the kiss, accept it. She actually wanted it, didn't reject it like so many accidental mishaps.

Shaking, she brought her hands up and lightly touched the sides of his face. She was torn again, but this time between pulling him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck or forcing him away. She wanted neither, yet wanted both… So many contradicting feelings, she was confused, but above all else she felt wanted for the first time.

Andrew gently, subtly scooted forward as his hands touched her hips. He ran his tongue across her lips.

That did it. Her decision was made. She shut Bria and Davon out, and only put a light screen over Angela and Hannah. She relaxed, and wrapped her arms around Andy's neck, lightly parting her lips in answer to his request.

He gripped tightly on her hips, and gently brought one hand to gently caress her cheek as his tongue played with hers. She had so many tastes that made him dive in. Mysterious tastes that made him question what it was. His mind was hazy, but he didn't care. His heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn't remember the last time he ever kissed like this before or after Katie.

Anya felt a soft moan escape her throat and vibrate in her mouth. She could taste distinctly chocolate and grapes and it made her mouth water. She kissed him even deeper, loving it.

Andrew shifted but then paused. They were outside on the streets. If they had sex, he was sure they were going to get caught or worse. He gently and carefully pulled away, "……Wow…" He said softly, breathlessly.

Anya didn't reply. She was too busy trying to get control of her breathing. She stared at him in utter disbelief as she was nearly hyperventilating. Then she spoke; "No one…ever…ever made me feel anything like that before…Andy," she leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder, her hand grasping her chest where her heart was. Her accent had changed to become a thick and rich British accent, taken from his roots of his ancestry in his blood. She felt tears in her eyes…her chest hurt so bad…she didn't know whether or not it was good or bad.

Andrew stayed still for a while and then said softly, "Are you going to be okay? We should head back. Cold weather isn't good for either of us."

"Y-yeah…going back seems to be a good idea…" Anya nodded numbly and pulled away reluctantly. Suddenly his presence seemed highly appealing. She froze as she felt herself pulse. All five of them felt it…the creation of a sixth. She felt hot…very hot, all of sudden, and she scooted away swiftly, covering her eyes on reflex. "Andy…" she said quickly, her voice straining, before she was sucked back with the others to be replaced by the dominant, "Be prepared for anything rash and highly opposite of what just happened."

Andrew blinked in confusion, but he had a feeling. Just a feeling, that there was something on with the other personalities. "Alright," he agreed softly.

"I'm sorry…" she managed before she was quickly replaced by not the dominant, but instead…She slowly splayed her fingers and removed her hand, her eyes open now to show they were burning fire green. Davon had come to play.

"Going to lecture or something?" Andrew asked finally after a while.

Davon said nothing, her lips pressed firmly into a line. She stood, in a seemingly disciplined manner, and waited for him to do the same.

Andrew watched her before standing up, "If it's about the kiss, don't bother lecturing or fighting about it."

She did neither of those things. She just turned and shifted so she faced him fully. She lightly and casually raised her hand…

And a slap echoed through the empty alleyways, "Leo," was the only word Davon hissed before turning again, very disciplined, and started walking.

Andrew just paused and then rubbed his cheek as he watched her. He was hurt that he was lead on like he was. Taking his hand off his cheek he briskly walked up to her, grabbed her arm, and forced her to look at him. "Okay, so she's taken. I don't think you get the right to choose who Bria, Anya, Angela or Hannah make now do you?" He watched her before letting her go, "Tell this to them and to yourself. I'll fight if I have to, but their choices, I want them to come clean. I don't want to be lead on or used. Understand?"

"I go with no one." Davon hissed, "I am merely the one who protects them, tries to keep them from harm. Hurt one, you hurt the others. That's how it works. Want to prove your worth to any of them; you go through me first, since there is no male figure who would naturally decide."

She looked off to the side, closing her eyes and silently sighed, "Anya was not leading you on. None of us would ever do that, no matter who they are." She turned away from him, "Is my point clear enough for you, Andrew?"

"Sure," Andrew watched her for the longest time, "Has anyone told you that you slap like Emily?" He moved to the side and walked down the street.

Davon had to raise an eyebrow at that one. Shrugging, a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She faded to the background and followed after Angela and Hannah to see who the newcomer was. However, Anya and Brianna stayed up front. On the outside, it would look like her expression was blank, emotionless, and dazed. Inside, the two were talking.

They both felt aching hearts. Something had happened...they knew it. Someone had seen them, and had been torn by it. Who? Who? Their empathy was strong enough to sense anyone's feelings toward a particular something. Sighing, neither had an answer. They did know, however, that Anya had caused it and Bria had the after-math.

Shaking her head, Bria became the controller, "Andy…please…" she pleaded, "Not now…I'd really like to spend some time with you and Matt…Andy, damn it, stop and listen to me," she jogged over to where the man was walking briskly.

"Andy…" Bria frowned, "I'm the worried one. Davon is the one who was screaming her lungs out before Anya blocked her. I'm not taken, if you're looking for specifics. No one has admitted to me or anything. More than I care to admit, that kiss was down right powerful. I like you, Andy; I'm just the uncertain type. Get one, you get all. We can't separate…" she bit her lip, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, "I don't want us to be enemies."

Andrew stopped in his tracks and then looked over at Bria and watched her before reaching over and gently touched her cheek. "I like you to," He admitted softly to her, "I don't want us to fight or become enemies either, so…let's forget about the fight."

Brianna furrowed her brows, 'But I don't want to pretend it never happened…' she and Anya thought together, wanting to say it. She sighed, but hugged him, "It'll have to do…" she whispered softly. There was no way she could change how she felt about him now, but she would grit and bear it in front of others.

Andrew hugged her back, "Now." He gently pulled away and offered his arm, "Let's go back."

Bria smiled at him and took his arm, "Let's," she nodded.