A/N: I have to say writing this chapter made up for everything I wrote in the past chapter. I swear. I laughed so hard I nearly snarfed my Gatorade. I hope y'all like it too. Oh, and to clear things up, if the Titans seema little too mature in their actions for their age group, I am only writing the story by how I grew up. I am their age, and my generation is facing MUCH worse things. I am trying to kep this the low-side of "T", you know.

Disclaimer: The Teen Titans are NOT mine.

TT2

Wednesday September 16, 2019

The next morning brought an eventful day. Clara had retired to her room the previous night around two in the morning, after a long and almost painful goodbye to Jake. There was a close call in the hallway, as Kimi wandered to the kitchen for an early morning glass of water. Thank God, though, she was so tired she didn't see Clara hiding in the shadows on her way back from talking to Jake.

"CLARA!" Taku hollered as he pounded on her door the next day. "WAKE YOUR LAZY ASS UP BEFORE I COME IN THERE AND FORCE IT UP!"

It was twelve and Baron's interrogation was scheduled for ten. They held it off because all of them had slept in (except Kyle, but he was always up at five, training, anyways). All of the Titans, though, had been up by eleven. Clara was the only one still asleep. They were wondering that if she had gone to bed at the same time as all of them, as they were none the wiser to the fact that she hadn't, then why was she still sleeping?

"Clara!" he shouted, banging on her door. "Please get up! Kyle's gonna kick my butt if I don't get you up in time."

Taku sighed and entered the access code to get into her room. As he entered, he noticed everything seemed the same as it had been the other times he had seen her room, with the exception of the glittering black rose and the hat hanging off of the knob on her vanity. He still wondered where she had gotten those.

"Clare? C'mon, Clara, wake up," he mumbled, nudging her softly. She was curled up within the folds of her black silk sheets, with the large black down comforter draped over her lower half.

"Jake...Jake..." she mumbled in her sleep, rolling over so she was facing Taku. She licked her lips and smacked them a few times. "A few more minutes."

Within seconds, she was snoring lightly again. "I don't get paid enough for this," he mumbled jokingly, though no one could hear. "Clara...please wake up," he cooed, shoving her a bit harder.

"What?" she snapped. "What do you want?"

"Time to get up. We need to interview Baron now," he told her. "C'mon, get dressed and ready and I'll make sure you make it down there without passing out."

Clara moaned, before picking up a pillow and shoving it over her head. "No! Turn off the light, get out of my room, and let me sleep!" she cried.

"No! Kyle wants you down in the investigation room or he's gonna kill me! Get up and get dressed!" he told her, pulling on her arm, but lightly so he wouldn't hurt her.

Clara groaned, but did nothing.

Taku sighed. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. You know I hate to violate a lady's privacy..." he trailed off.

"That never stopped you from violating MY privacy, eh?" she quipped into her pillow so it was muffled slightly.

But Taku came forward and pulled off her comforter and her sheets, revealing her in her pajamas, and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. "You forced me to do this so don't say you don't like it. Tough luck, sister. Deal with it," he replied, walking out her open door and down the hallway towards the investigation room, which was on the same floor.

"Put me down or I will most certainly tear out your brain stem, skip rope with it, and then paint it black to use as a bow in my hair," she threatened. "And I promise that is one thing I am very capable of."

"It's your fault for not getting up, you lazy girl," he replied, substituting 'girl' with a rather vulgar word. "So you brought this upon yourself. Tough."

"LET ME DOWN!" Clara yelled with a force not expected of a frail girl her size, but certainly expected of a girl with her attitude. "If you don't, I swear I will-"

"We're here," he announced, walking into the room full of the other Titans and setting her down on the ground. Baron was in his cell, as he had been the night before.

"Great to know you two are trying to get it on with each other," Baron sneered. "But did anyone here really need to see that?"

"Oh shut up. Just because you're sitting in a cell right now waiting to go to jail is no reason to be bitter," Taku retorted, coming forward to stare him down as he sat on the floor of his cell.

"Go shove a gym sock up your-"

"The language!" Sara exclaimed in horror, beginning to cover her ears. "For my ears' sake, lighten up."

"Oh, how about you go-"

"Baron!" Clara barked. "You heard my sister. Lighten up on your language, you lowly piece of filth." He looked taken aback for a moment but they shared a small look that clearly said she had not meant anything she had just stated. "That's what I thought."

"Nice, Clare," Sara replied. "Shut him up."

Baron crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall of the cell. "So, what? You want to question me a little? Go ahead; I won't spill anything."

"We don't expect you to," Sara told him. "We have magic on our side. One taste of this..." she pulled a vial of a yellowy-brown liquid from her pocket. "And you'll tell us everything we need to know."

Sara tossed the bottle to Clara, who deftly caught it in her right hand. "Give it to him, Clare," she ordered, taking a seat next to Kyle as her sister approached the potentially dangerous criminal.

"Yea, Clare," he quipped sardonically, putting up a great front. "Give it to me. I promise I won't bite."

"Oh shut up, you!" Kimi ordered quickly, her eyes beginning to glow midnight blue. "You've caused enough mischief, give us a break, will you?"

If they could see his eyes, they would've seen an exaggerated eye-roll. Instead, all they heard or saw from him was a loud sigh. Clara reached through the bar and held the back of his neck, and used the other hand to pop the cap off the vial. He did not struggle in the least; he seemed calm as he sat there and let her slip the liquid down his throat.

It happened in a millisecond. After she was finished, she breathed a sigh of relief. There seemed to have been no complications in her sister's seemingly meaningless order. Instead, Baron had other plans. As her hand fell from his neck, his hand snaked through the bar and grabbed the back of hers, before he pulled up the front of his mask to reveal his lips. Within milliseconds she was pulled back down so her lips crashed onto his.

"Oh what the-!" Taku cut himself off and came forward, but Baron had pushed her away, onto the floor, before Taku could do anything. "You sick-o!" he exclaimed, kneeling next to her on the floor. "Don't you dare touch her!"

"Because you don't have the balls to?" he replied smugly, wiping his lips before replacing his mask.

"I swear I have half a mind to beat you upside your-" Taku was standing up and threatening Baron with his clenched fist, before Kimi darted forward to hold him back. He struggled, but she was just too strong.

"I knew you weren't too bright...only half a mind, eh?" he quipped.

"You-"

"Taku!" Clara shrieked. "Bickering won't get us anywhere. Just drop it, ok," she finished softly, laying a hand on his shoulder. Kimi hesitantly let go, as he looked down to her hand.

"Whatever," he replied indifferently, plopping down in a nearby seat and crossing his arms. He glared hatefully at Baron, who, under his mask, only smirked. 'I hate you' Taku mouthed.

"If we may continue!" Clara pressed on impatiently. "I-" Clara hiccuped, but thought nothing of it before continuing. "I sleep with my fuzzy Wawa bear that I've had since I was two," she stated. Almost immediately thereafter, she gasped and slapped her hands to her mouth.

"Your fuzzy Wawa bear?" Taku asked, a grin forming on his features.

"Holy-" Clara mumbled. "Some of the truth potion got into my system when that-that scum!- kissed me!" she exclaimed. "Since it's not the ordered amount, I'm just going to keep randomly spitting out-" she hiccuped "-I try on my sister's clothes when she's out to see what I would look like as a prep."

"It was YOU who got the black eyeliner stain on my favorite pink polo!" Sara shrieked. "I blamed Mike for that!"

"Never did see Clara as the one to wear pink polos," Danny chuckled.

Clara slapped her hands over her mouth again. "It's all his-" she hiccuped and for a few moments she turned red as she tried to keep in the next random tidbit that was about to come out. She failed, as she finally burst out, "I enjoyed that kiss that Baron gave me!"

"Oh-"

"My-"

"X'hal!"

She slapped her hands to her mouth once more. "I go'a go," she mumbled from behind her hands, slowly backing out of the room. When she hit the door, she turned and ran from the room.

"Well, that was interesting," Kimi voiced the single thought that was on each and every one of their minds.

TT2

Later that night, Clara was still locked in her room. She didn't even come out for lunch or dinner, but Sara expected she teleported herself to the kitchen when no one was in there. Sara couldn't blame the girl; she was probably embarassed more than she had ever been in her life.

She had dyed her hair again, but only so it was still black, and the very front, shorter pieces were hot pink. She was clothed in a black skirt with overlapping pink and black fishnets to match her hair, with a pink band shirt and various pink and black accessories.

Sara and Kimi had cooked up a plan together. They invited a few girls over and had rearranged the living room so the couch was parted on either side of the room, with sleeping bags littering the floor.

They were going to have a sleepover!

Clara was perched upon her bed, a spell book open in front of her, as she practiced a few spells. She had nothing else to do to kill time, and she wasn't ready to face her teammates just yet.

There was a light rapping on her window, which she figured to be the light rain predicted for tonight. She continued her spell-work. "Mat'r l'ckk fui napael," she whispered softly, a spell that should've turned a nearby object (in this case her spell book) into a dog that she would have full control of.

It didn't work, and the persistent rapping at her window was becoming quite a bother. She gritted her teeth and tried to concentrate, but instead, her eyes snapped open and she glared hatefully at her window.

There was no rain.

She deftly slipped off of her King-sized bed, and ambled towards the window. Once there, her fingers rested on the clasp and snapped it open, allowing her to push the window up. The night was as dry as the Sahara.

"Psst," a voice whispered softly to her, and she surely felt she was going mad. "Pst, Clara!"

A black shadow traveled in front of her eyes, and she stepped back just before Black Baron swept in through her window and landed in front of her. "You dyed your hair," he noticed.

"Hey yourself," she greeted softly, with a small smile, before remembering. "YOU BROKE OUT?"

He came forward and clapped his hand over her mouth, effectively shutting her up. "Do you want someone to hear you?" he asked sharply, stepping back and releasing her.

Clara blushed a soft hue of pink. "Sorry," she mumbled. "So, how did you break out?" she asked inquisitively.

"That's for me to know, and for you to find out," he replied saucily, removing his mask and stuffing it into is belt. His black hair, dark eyes, and dimpled cheeks were revealed. "Nice show today. Now all your teammates know you have a thing for me."

"Well, liking someone and thinking a kiss they gave you was incredibly wonderful are two completely different things," she told him. "It just so happens I'm stuck under both categories." Jake smiled and came forward, cupping her face and kissing her gently.

"Look, there's a reason I came here," he told her softly, taking a seat on her bed and patting the spot next to him. She hesitantly took the seat and faced him, letting him clasp her hand in both of his. "I-" he took a breath "-I want to see you, I really do, but I can't. My mom-er, my surrogate mom-she's getting suspicious. If I keep sneaking out like this she'll be onto me, and she'll tell the HIVE. I don't even want to think about what they'd do to me," he lied

Clara looked down at their hands, then looked back up, a soft smile on her face. "It's ok, really. I don't mind if I can't see you for a while. I'd rather you be alive."

He smiled in response, coming forward to give her a tender kiss, but it was interrupted with a knock on her door. "Oh crap!" she whispered softly, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. "Hide in here." She pushed him into her closet and closed it on his face, straightening herself up real quick.

"Clara!" he hissed, but she ignored him and ambled to her door to open it.

"Hey Sara, hey Kimi," she greeted energetically (energetically for herself, at least). "What 's up?"

"C'mon, Clare, we've got a surprise!" Sara squealed excitedly, grabbing her sister's hand and tugging on it. "Come up to the living room."

"Tell me what it is before I walk to my doom," she droned. "What's in the living room?"

"Ugh, fine," Kimi sighed in exasperation. "We set up a little sleep-over," she explained. "We invited over a few girls so we can take over the living room tonight, kick the boys out, and have a girls night in."

Clara debated within her mind for a moment, knowing socializing wasn't quite her thing, and realizing Jake was still in her closet. "I'll be up in twenty, ok? Just let me change into my pajamas."

"Yay!" Sara squealed, coming forward to hug her sister tightly. "We'll be waiting. And don't tell the boys, they're trying to figure out what the heck we're doing in the living room, and we're gonna torture them by not telling them anything."

"Ok," Clara responded with a small smile. Unfortunately for her, Jake took that precise moment to stumble and fall, causing a racket within her closet. "I was trying to conjure a puppy, and I only got it halfway right. I hid it so you wouldn't have to see it. She's pretty gruesome," Clara lied quickly.

Sara and Kimi looked grossed out. "Ok..." they both trailed off. "See you in twenty."

Clara let her door snap shut and leaned against it with a sigh. She listened to her sister and Kimi walk away. "You can come out now.," she said only loud enough for him to hear. It took a few moments for him to stumble out, rubbing his head.

"Ow," he mumbled. Clara smiled softly, stepping forward. She swatted away his hand and pulled his head down so she could lay a kiss on the offending spot.

"I have to go. They're forcing me into some sleepover thing. I love my sister, so I have to do it for her sake. Sorry," she told him softly, pulling him into a hug.

"Don't be." He laid a kiss on the crown of her head. "I'll see you soon." He pulled back and kissed her on the lips, before walking to the window, pulling out his mask, and slipping it over his features.

"You promise?" Clara asked.

He smiled. "I promise." And he was gone.

Clara quickly got into pajamas, a pair of black sweatpants and a dark purple wife-beater. She grabbed a pillow and began her trek up to the living room. The gothic girl passed Taku's room, and could hear raucous laughter emitting from it. Apparently, the boys were having a boy's-night-in of their own.

"Hey there," Clara greeted when she reached the living room. "TARA!" she squealed (and this was an incredible feat; Clara had never in her life squealed before) excitedly.

"CLARA!" the girl named Tara squealed in response, standing up and running to give Clara a bone-crushing hug. Sara went to join.

Tara was a small girl, but not in the way you might think. She was thin, but by no stretch of the imagination was she short. She was just an inch over Clara, who was 5' 6". She had a heart-shaped face and large doe-like hazel eyes. Her reddish-brown hair just met her waist, and was perfectly straight. She was dressed in a half-Clara, half-Sara fashion. She had on a pair of baggy black sleeping pants with little blue skulls on them, but on top was wearing a light blue Abercrombie polo.

"The trio is reunited!" Clara chuckled, hugging both Tara and Sara. "Clara, Sara, and Tara, the terrible trio!"

"I'm guessing y'all were tight before the Titans," Kimi guessed slyly. The three girls made their way to where six sleeping bags were spread out on the floor before the television screen.

"Were? Man, Tara and I still raise hell, even from twenty miles away!" Clara exclaimed, plopping down on what she assumed to be her sleeping bag, a black and red one. She dropped her pillow and sat so she was hugging her knees loosely.

"Hell yes, babe," the one named Tara retorted with a mischievous smile, before doing a small secret handshake with Clara. "The trouble we got into...regulars at the principal's office, I assure you."

"That's not hard to believe," Kimi muttered. "Hard to believe Sara was in the principal's office, though."

"Man, that goody-goody never joined in the fun. She was the brains behind all of our little plans. And damn good at her job, too, if I do say so myself," Tara chuckled. "Good times, girls."

Kimi smiled. "Sounds like me and Danny. We put the term troublemakers to shame. Almost got suspended once."

"I remember that..." the girl next to Kimi trailed off thoughtfully.

"Clara, this is Lyndsey," Kimi greeted. Lyndsey smiled politely and waved. "But you can call her Lyn." Lyndsey was slightly chubby, but not enough so to really notice. She had more of an athletic build, really. Her face was round and her blue eyes were big and bright, with dirty blonde hair falling to her chest. She was wearing a simple tee with words scribbled across it, and a pair of field hockey sweatpants.

"Hey Lyn," Clara greeted.

"And of course you already know Alley," Sara continued, motioning to a girl sitting next to her on the other side of Tara. Alley was a long-time friend of Sara's. They had been friends ever since Sara and her had moved to Fairfield when they were eight. The girl was thinner than believed possible of anyone in the human race, and was proudly sporting an Eagle High School Varsity Cheerleading jacket.

Alley smiled and tucked a lock of brunette hair behind her ear. "Hey Clara. I can't believe you guys can do magic that's so cool. I wish I had superpowers."

Clara smiled politely, though she had never had a strong like for Alley. If she could remember correctly, it was her who constantly took the seat next to her sister at lunch, forcing her to sit alone.

"Ok, now that we're all introduced," Kimi bubbled happily. "Time for girls night in! I say the first thing we do is truth or dare. Girl's-night-in tradition, no?"

"Oh yay," Clara stated sarcastically.

"Oh, c'mon Clare, it'll be fun!" Tara exclaimed, tugging on her hand. "I love truth or dare. I am the self-proclaimed queen of the game."

"Whatev," Clara responded, but smiled softly. "Oh, I've got the best plan for you." Clara smirked evilly towards her technically older sister, but Sara missed it completely while talking to Alley.

"Who wants to go first?" Kimi asked.

"Me!" Clara shouted immediately, throwing her hand in the air. "Oh this is going to be good." They all got into a circle and with a smile Kimi urged her onward. "Sara-bear," she started in a sickly sweet voice. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

Oh crap. Maybe the plan would've worked better if Clara was sure her counterpart would pick dare. That sucks.

"Umm..." A lightbulb practically went off above Kimi's head, and with a squeal, she leaned over to Clara and began whispering in her ear. "Oh you're good," Clara gasped, looking at Kimi as if she was the smartest person on the face of the Earth.

"It's a gift," she replied with a blush and a bated grin.

"Sara..." Clara trailed off tantalizingly, seeing the look on her face. She purely looked scared. "You picked truth. Now you have to answer...is it true you're in wub with wittle Hawk-y Poo?" she asked in a babying voice.

Sara's jaw dropped. "I most certainly am not!" she replied defiantly. "I just happen to like him very, very much," she replied with a blush. "He's a...great person," she stated, then under her breath, "with a great bod."

"What was that?" Clara asked.

"Nothing," Sara replied angelically. "Kimi, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Kimi replied bashfully. "I don't want any dares you'll be dishing out."

Sara smirked. "Let's see...how old were you when you first made out? Truthfully."

Kimi's face fell, and she instantly blushed. Her hand came up to cover her mouth, and from behind it, she mumbled something. Sara complained how no one had heard, and Kimi was forced to repeat herself. "I was eight," she replied.

"What?" the other five girls in the room shrieked.

"Kimi, you didn't even tell ME that!" Lyn exclaimed. "You were eight years OLD?"

"I was on Tamaran," she replied bashfully. "And on Tamaran, adult situations are encouraged, even with children, as long as they aren't, y'know-" she whispered this part "-sluts."

"Oh my God!" Tara squealed. "You made out when you were eight? I didn't make out until I was thirteen!"

"Well, it was expected of us! He was an embassador's son, and I was the queen's daughter, and we were supposed to be betrothed, and X'hal knows whatever happened to that agreement, and...and...we were YOUNG!" she countered, blushing ten shades of red.

"Wow," Clara stated simply. "Just wow."

Kimi blushed again. "Pulling myself out of the limelight...Tara! Truth or Dare?"

Tara licked her lips and smirked. "Dare."

"Ooh," the other girls cooed simultaneously.

Kimi thought for a few moments. How to prank Tara? The others peered at her expectantly as she thought, trying to speed up the process by tapping her chin with her finger. No such luck. "Oh! I got it." Kimi reached onto the coffee table and snatched up Tara's cell phone. "I dare you to prank call Taku!"

Tara smirked. "That'll be easy." She took her cell phone and let Kimi dictate the number slowly and clearly so she could punch it in.

"What do I say?" she asked, covering the mouthpiece as it rang incessantly.

"He'll most definitely put it on speaker-phone since the other guys are there, so say something embarrassing. Like the twenty cases of tighty-whities he ordered are ready for delivery," Kimi told her. "Now go."

Tara turned the cell phone on speaker so all could hear. After the fourth ring there was a bit of rustling, a few manly chuckles, and a grunted, "Hello?"

"Hey there, sir," Tara started in an odd voice that did not match her appearance at all. It sounded like a forty-year old truck-driving woman. "I'm proud to announce the forty boxes of tighty-whities you ordered have arrived and are ready for deilvery."

"What!" Taku exclaimed. There were chuckles in the background. "I didn't order no forty boxes of underwear."

"Uhh, yes you did, sir. Now when should I have them delivered?"

"Don't deliver them! I didn't order no underwear!" he retorted.

"Ok, next Saturday sounds good to me," she stated. The girls all chuckled, but not loud enough for the boys on the other line to hear. "Will someone be home to accept the order from the delivery company?"

"What am I going to do with forty boxes of underwear?"

"I don't know, sir, why'd you order that much?"

The line promptly went dead, signaling Taku had hung up. Once Tara hung up, they all broke out into peals of laughter. "Oh that was hilarious!" Sara gasped. "You are a genius, Kimi!" Kimi looked proud.

"I know, I know, everyone praise me!"

The game went on. There were a few more silly dares, even more embarrassing truths, and a lot of laughter. Clara was still waiting for her chance to ask her sister the biggest dare she would ever receive in her lifetime. No lie. Clara was evil, and damn was she proud of it.

"Hold on," Sara stated, as raucous laughter arose over something Kimi had said. Her ears perked up and within seconds she murmured a spell that shot a sliver of white energy from her body. It slithered under the living room door, and within seconds it came back in and re-entered her body. "The boys are trying to listen in," she whispered. "Kimi, ask me truth or dare, real quick, then when I say truth ask me how I feel about Kyle. I'm going to show him that eavesdropping pays a price."

Sara stood and motioned for Kimi to ask the question as she sauntered towards the door. "Sara! Truth or Dare?"

Sara threw her voice with a simple spell. "Truth."

"Ooh, you're going to regret that one," she stated for show. Kimi smirked evilly as Sara pressed her ear up against the door. Kyle was hissing at the others to shut up so he could hear. "How do you feel about Kyle?"

There was a slightly audible thud that she took to be him pushing them all to the ground so they would shut up. "Oh. My-" he cut himself off. "Guys, shut UP!"

It was a wonder Sara hadn't heard them before. "Well, he's Kyle, you know?" she started. Her ear was still pressed against the door and she was smirking evilly. "He's a great leader. I don't know what we'd do without him." She feigned vulnerability. "But he's more than that. He's such a great guy, he's so funny, and-well-between us, he's really attractive and he's got a nice bod. He sometimes takes his work too seriously, but I can look past that for him." She sighed girlishly. "But do you know what I love most about him?"

"What?" all the girls asked in unison, fighting back giggles.

"Yea...what?" he whispered urgently.

"He's such dead meat," she stated through gritted teeth, letting the door slide open and the three boys topple over at her feet. "Having fun, boys?" Sara asked with the evil smirk still firmly planted in her features.

"Oh crap," Taku mumbled, scrambling up. Danny and Kyle soon followed, never looking back. Sara let out one of her silver laughs, tossing her hair back.

"That's what they get for eavesdropping."

And so the game continued. It was a few minutes before Clara finally found the opportunity to work her dark magic (the dark magic of her mind, I mean) on her counterpart.

"Sara," she trailed off delightfully, a smirk crossing her lips. A devious dare had already formed in her head. "Truth or dare, oh wonderful sister of mine?" she asked.

"Dare," she replied boldly.

Heh. Wrong choice.

"I dare you to go down to Taku's room and..." Clara trailed off, making it suspenseful. "Kiss Kyle."

Sara gasped.

"For twenty seconds."

"Ooh," all the girls cooed unanimously.

Sara's eyes bugged out for a minute, but afterwards she regained herself and stared stolidly into her sister's hazel eyes. "Dare accepted." Sara stood up and began a confident stride out of the room. Everyone was staring after her for a few moments, before scrambling up and going to follow her.

It was a few silent minutes before they reached Taku's room. Sara raised her fist and planted a solid round of knuckle raps upon the door.

"Who is it?" Danny called angelically.

"Sara," she called back, just as sweet and sugar-coated. There was a slight rustle and the door glided open, revealing Kyle. He had an arm against each post of the chrome doorframe, his torso stretched out, smirking lazily. It was painfully obvious that he was in sleepwear; a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. Sara tried hard not to look, but, after all, she was an almost-fifteen year-old girl.

"Want to figure out what we're doing now?" he asked saucily. "After that little stunt you pulled, see if I tell you anything."

But instead of making some snappy retort, Sara slowly sauntered forward, took his neck, and pulled his head down so their lips met.

"Ho-lee-" the boys behind Kyle gasped.

Clara began counting, the devilish smirk never leaving her lips. "20...19...18..."

Kyle was surprised, to say the least. This was the last thing he expected to do tonight, to be kissing one of his teammates who was surrounded by a gigglinggaggle of girls. He began to melt into the kiss, though, his arms moving from the doorposts and wrap around her slender waist

"...17...16...15..."

Sara smiled against his lips, her hand roaming up from his neck to run through his silken locks of russet hair. She strung the ends a bit, playing with his hair, as his tongue slipped over her lips. Kyle playfully drew circles with his finger at the small of her back, sending shivers up her spine.

"...14...13...12..."

Sara's hands raked through his thick tangle of hair a bit more, before resting briefly on his shoulders. From there, her hands trailed down his sculpted chest and rested on his abdomen. Kyle smiled, pulling her closer.

Well, this was a fun way to spend his night.

"...11...10...9.."

Their kiss continued. And as much as Sara hated to admit it, she was enjoying it. She knew she had 'feelings' for Kyle, but she never knew they were these kind of feelings. She thought it was a silly schoolgirl infatuation, but she might really like him. And Kyle could only think the same thing, as he kissed her like this. He had never kissed anyone like this, not even one of his few short-term girlfriends.

"...8...7...6..."

Momentarily they pulled apart for breath but immediately, they both went at it again. Sara threw one arm haphazardly around his neck, and used the other to tug at the hem of his sweatpants to pull him closer. He easily obliged.

"...5...4...3..."

Everything fell away. Sara didn't even hear Clara counting anymore. All she heard was the constant 'thump, thump' of her heart in her ears. All she was aware of was how very close their bodies were, and how very gentle his hands were while caressing her back. Who taught this boy how to kiss? Sara would have to worship whoever it was later.

"...2...1...0!"

Clara proudly announced that time was up, but neither of the two broke apart. In fact, they seemed as if they hadn't heard her at all. "Sara!" Clara barked, and the two snapped apart, still holding onto each other. "Time's up," she told her. Sara blushed a light hue of crimson, and regretfully let go of Kyle. The girls began giggling and chattering, as they walked away. Sara looked back and sent one flirtatious smirk his way.

Then they were gone.

"Truth or Dare?" Taku asked.

"Truth or Dare," Kyle affirmed, before letting the door shut with a hydraulic hiss.

TT2