Rating - M ( for language and a very small lemony situation ^ ^ )

disclaimer - I hereby announce that I do not, in any way, profit from this story and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator Meg Cabot

A/N -

Fizii and loulabel246 - I'm sooooooooooo sorry for being unable to update this story as I promised on the 13 or 14th. A lot of unexpected work came piling up and I was unable to find time to finish the story. :-( I still have a lot of homework to do for tomorrow for class but I decided to take a few hours to finish up this story and upload it today as an apology.

I'm was really bummed to see just 2 reviews with the amount of hits I have. I'm uploading because at least 2 people really liked the last chapter and want me to continue it.

Read and Review people ! Feedback is very VERY necessary !

So without further ado here is the next chapter. Enjoy !

Chapter 3

I found myself running along that haunted corridor again. I ran and ran till I was out of breath. As I lay panting and half bent on the seemingly floorless mist-filled ground trying to catch my breath , there was a shimmer of materialization behind me. "Jesse" I thought excitedly turning towards the light. But to my horror it was Paul Slater. I backed away and suddenly he disappeared from my view.

"Miss me Suze?" a seductive voice whispered in my ear as I jumped from it. "Fuck off Paul! " I said waiting from him to draw a knife and plunge it into my heart as he did in my every nightmare. I knew it by now. It was a nightmare but it never failed to fill me with fear every time I saw it.

But this time he was just standing in front of me smirking. Sure that was a new thing but helloooooo isn't he going to kill me this time so I can wake up? Wait a minute. Who says he has to kill him? Maybe I'll just punch him.

And that was just what I did. I punched him squarely on his nose. Paul flipped backwards shouting " owwwwwww, what the fuck ! Suze what the hell did you do that for?" he shouted holding his nose which was bleeding.

I looked at the unexpected scenario with surprise. This dream is very weird. "Why don't you just continue the way you do, like you do in my every dream so I can wake up?" I asked irritated.

To my extreme surprise he smirked, seriously he smirked. For a guy whose nose has just been broken he seemed unaffected.

"Dreams aww little Susie has dreams about me? I hope they are not dirty. What am I saying ? Of course I won't mind if they were dirty but only if they have something to do with me" he said with a huge smirk.

He looked like a kid who got the best present for his birthday. Suddenly this didn't feel too dreamish to me. I walked towards him and raised my face to look at him up closely. It was so weird.

I've never had a dream about Paul like this before. Before I knew what I was doing my hand had reached up and was gently cupping his cheek, fingering it. So warm, so soft yet so strong and angular. My hand reached to his strong chin and I looked into his icy blue eyes.

He had no sarcastic gleam in his gaze. It was not chilling, it was like an expression I've never seen of him before. He didn't object ( not that I think he'd ever object) and my other hand joined the exploration.

The sensible part of my mind screamed at my traitorous hands to stop. Hell I was intimately touching a murderer ( well some sort of a murderer) for god sakes. Ok let's put it this day. Paul is bad news, very bad news and I mustn't touch him this way.

But this is a dream right? Yup, I can do whatever I want I thought with a smile and let my body control my actions. What harm would making out with the enemy in a dream be? Boy I never knew how wrong that would turn out to be.

Paul slipped his arms around my waist and drew me closer to him. It seemed so real. I took my hands from his face and wounded them around his neck.

His mouth inched closer to me and I immediately closed my eyes. His lips so soft and tender like rose petals yet so strong touched mine. It was the best kiss ever. It affected all the nerves of my body as I tingled with pleasure and lust.

He kissed me thoroughly. The best kiss ever I thought again. A memory of Jesse kissing me flashed in my mind but it was quick to be shattered with Paul's addictive kiss.

I knew it was wrong. But how can something well uhh beautiful and pleasurable be so wrong? I thought. Just a dream I assured myself again proceeding to kiss him deeply.

His hands roamed my back and my hands tangled in his soft brown locks pulling his face against me. He tore his lips from mine and landed them on my neck.

My skin felt like it was in fire. I moaned and muttered "Paul oh Paul" over and over again. "god Suze I want you" he whispered raggedly making his kisses towards my cleavage.

That's when I noticed I was wearing my nightdress and fuck NO BRA. His hands came to my breasts and touched them tenderly. I moaned again. His tender actions surprised me. I've always thought Paul to be rough and forceful. These tender actions surprised me.

One of his hands moved forward and played with the straps of my nighdress. "Damn you look hot in this" he said huskily and dipping his head to my cleavage again. I moaned again.

I felt his smirk against my skin. But finally managed to ask "Paul why am I wearing my nighdress in a dream?"in a confused manner gently stroking his brown curls not knowing to expect a answer or not. After all this is a dream.

The very surprised Paul suddenly stopped kissing my cleavage and looked at me in a confused manner. "What the heck are you talking about Simon this isn't a dream this is REAL". That's when it hit me. SHIT ! I pushed him from me and shouted "Don't touch me!"

"WHAT" Paul exploded. "You kiss me like that and then ask me not to touch you ? " he demanded angrily. His anger was just this time. I knew he had every right to be angry but I was not letting HIM win over this argument. After all HE is the bad guy.

"Fuck you Paul, as I recall I didn't kiss you, you started it first. I can press charges you know given to the face that you sexually assaulted me you pervert!" I cried.

Paul looked at me as if he saw a….uh well as if I had grown a second head. Not as if he saw a ghost, I mean we both see them in regular basis. Not something to be surprised or creeped out about, unless if you are Jack. " I did not fucking sexually assaulted you woman ! If I am that much of a pervert maybe I do not recall YOU returning my kisses and moaning for MORE! Paul oh Paul" he said icily attempting to do an imitation of me.

My cheeks turned red with embarrassment. He did not just do that ! He did not just do thatttttttt ! Paul smirked again noticing the redness of my cheeks. "I did not enjoy it Paul. You just took advantage of my shock. Think you can seduce me as much as you want and then kill me, like you killed him?" I asked icily.

But I knew I have gone far too much with the expression on Paul's face. He looked genuinely hurt. "Oh really and I bet he didn't kiss you like that" he returned back to me icily.

"You can never measure up to him Paul" I said angrily. "Me, measure up to HIM?" he asked with a sarcastic laugh "Oh please he was dead, Shit Simon I can't imagine how you even let a CORPSE kiss you" he said stressing his words.

THAT WAS IT. I went to him and slapped him. He looked shocked and then apologetic. "Suze, yes I deserved that. I didn't mean it. You just made me mad Suze im sorry just do…" I interrupted his aplogy.

"Save it Paul. I don't how you brought us here. But I want to go home right NOW" I said. Paul looked at me for about 2 seconds and nodded his head. "Fine" he said agreeing with something I said for the first time in life.

I blinked my eyes in disbelief and the only thing I saw before waking up in my own bed was the hurt look on Paul Slater's face.

To my disgust I didn't feel tortured from shame considering my uhh intimate make-out session with Paul. I knew I should feel guilty because was cheating on Jesse. ….'But he isn't even here' I screamed at myself.

Maybe I felt guilty because I just made out with a bad guy but then again a part of him yearned to kiss him senseless even if I had to go to that horrible place again.

I was extremely disgusted with myself. 'I shouldn't have let him kiss me' I told myself over and over again. But it had already happened but I still couldn't bring myself to regret my actions. The feeling of not feeling guilty made me guilty.

Damn I loathed him and it was ALL HIS FAULT !

A little nagging voice inside my mind constantly kept telling me "You're the one who touched him first Suze. You're the one returned his kisses and all his advances. You never took an attempt to stop him"

I scowled at the voice but knew it was true. I was wrong to accuse Paul of well uhh umm sexually assaulting me. But then again the jerk deserved it.

I closed my eyes feeling the first symptoms of an agonizing headache just like the last one I felt courtesy to my last trip to the horrible place.

"Thanks a lot Paul" I muttered as I shifted into a dreamless sleep.

A/N - Is the small lemony scene too soon? Do you want the developing relationship between our two favourite shiftors to slow down a little? Please tell me your opinions !