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Carson woke with a start, sitting up suddenly as lightening crackled outside. Something was wrong she cold feel it. Then she knew - Tim wasn't in bed. She looked around quickly her head whipping from side to side as she clutched the sheet to her chest, "Tim?" she called into the dark. Then as the lighting flashed and she saw him by the window watching the storm outside.

He stood only in his boxers just staring outside, eyes transfixed. She got up slowly, and a little shakily she had thought he was gone, it had scared her. Carson walked over the white sheet clutched around her, she didn't say anything she just walked up behind him and put her arms around him folding them across his muscled abdomen and gently pressed her lips to his shoulder blade, silently appreciating his beautiful, muscled back. She didn't say anything she just waited; he would say something when he was ready.

She heard him take a deep breath, and swallow, "Why me?" he whispered finally. He leaned away from her as if physical separation would help if she rejected him, his eyes still fixed on the storm outside. She knew instantly what he was talking about, why did she say yes to him of all people?

"Because I never knew what it was like to really feel anything until I met you." She whispered back, a bit shocked at herself when a tear escaped her.

Tim hadn't expected this and suddenly he needed to touch her needed to be inside of her. He turned catching her up in his arms, the sheet fell to the floor as her hands went into his hair then held onto his shoulders as her picked her up and carried her to the bed. This time he went slower, well as slow as he could manage. With her there was this need, this hunger he couldn't begin to control. Carson was like a drug he couldn't get enough of. When he was with her he didn't need alcohol, or football or other girls. She blocked out all the blackness, she filled the void inside of him. She felt like home.

He slide over her body kissing his way from her throat down, the valley between her heaving breasts, his tongue circling each nipple. Down her stomach he kissed until he reached her center, his tongue going immediately to her clit. Her reaction made him feel like a god, she gasped and cried out his name and she moved as if she was trying to get away "I'm too sensitive Tim oh God." But he didn't stop and she cried his name when she came.

In an instant he was inside her, pushing in faster and faster when unexpectedly she flipped them. When he looked up he couldn't believe the sight in front of him. Carson was above him slowly undulating her hips in figure eights, squeezing him all the while with her muscles that had him gritting his teeth to hold on. She was so beautiful long hair in soft waves all around her, eyes never leaving his, as she slowly bit down on her full bottom lip.

That small move had him aching and he sat up putting his arms around her, her chest moved against his and her eyes never left his as she whispered, "I chose you Tim because I was in this tiny little box before I met you, afraid to get to close to anyone, because everyone leaves, everyone gives up or let's go. I choose you because you made breathing worth it again. Because despite everything, I love you." and then and there they came together crying out.

Tim collapsed onto the bed, Carson on top of him, and he was still inside her. There was no where he'd rather be, his lips brushed over her forehead as his hands traced patterns down her spine. She responded by kissing over his chest his collarbones, his shoulders. He almost didn't know how to handle this, he felt – important. Loved. It was an odd feeling to let someone get so close.

"I woke up with this gut-wrenching feeling" he whispered quietly, "I thought you'd wake up and regret what you did, regret being with me." She lifted her head and seemed as if she was going to speak but her gently put his thumb to her swollen red lips and she quieted. "Let me finish Carson… I wouldn't blame you. I'm not exactly a prize and you, well your…" He turned away then, his voice trailing off, sitting up he leaned his back against the headboard.

Carson kneeled and looked at him taking a deep breath before she spoke. She didn't understand how to get it though his thick skull that he meant so much to her. It hurt her heart to think about what life had done to Tim. There weren't many sixteen-year-old boys with that kind of self-loathing. "Let me tell you a story…" she whispered and watched as Tim's eyes finally locked onto hers.

He listened as Carson started speaking, "When I was a little girl about six, I watched my mom die. She had cancer and she faded, slowly. I didn't understand why my bright and beautiful mother couldn't play with me anymore. She was so sick, so weak and my father used to keep me away from her. "

Tim listened carefully since he'd met her he'd wondered what her story was, now all he could think about was a tiny Carson with those big blue eyes watching her mother die, and he reached out taking her hand, dragging her onto his lap. She came without complaint and sat between his legs her head resting against his chest as he pulled the blanket around them and secured his arms tight around her before she continued.

"I've always hated him for that." She whispered cuddling close to him. "When she did die, I think she took my father's humanity with her. He threw himself into work, and I felt like he never wanted to look at me. I look a lot like her, you see." Her voice got really small as she continued, like she'd never spoken the words out loud that she was telling Tim.

"I think he hated me for that. We always had money, but it was as if that was all that mattered to my father, money and how things looked. I lived in this big house all alone with no one to play with servants who were scared of me because they were so terrified of my father. "

He could hear the tears in her voice and held her tighter in response. "Soon I was shipped off to boarding school and I had "friends" only because I was rich, or because of the way I looked. But they weren't real friends; I was so alone, so afraid of disappointing my father. He didn't seem to love me as it was - why would he love me if I messed up? I used to cry myself to sleep every night."

Her voice broke off, " I can only imagine how this must sound to you, "poor little rich girl" what does she know about real pain, real hardships…" Before Tim could respond that he didn't think that way at all she pressed on with her story.

"Tim, I lived in this perfect little box. Where no one said what they really felt, they all had hidden motives and schemes. I thought if I was the perfect daughter, if I did everything right – got the perfect grades, did the right extracurriculars and made friends with all the right people that maybe he would love me again."

"But then something happened at school… this boy my dad wanted me to 'make a connection with' - Lawrence." She took a breath and Tim stiffened. "Some stupid business deal. He…" her voice cracked and Tim's hands curled into fists, if anyone had hurt her he would kill them. "He tried to… well I got away, kicked him pretty hard actually," a small smile touched her lips. "Anyway, my dad didn't believe me, or he didn't care. I don't really know but that was when I gave up trying to please him. I took the trust my mother left me, it kicked in when I was sixteen and I moved down here. Far away from all the bullshit, and I met you."

Carson turned and looked at him, "I've never met anyone like you. Someone who loves the way you love, with everything you have regardless of all the times it's hurt you in return. Someone who doesn't care what people think, you don't try to fit into anyone's perfect little box. I've never felt more wanted than when I'm in your arms Tim, that's why I love you, because you are one of the most beautifully flawed people I know and the way you look at me makes it easy for me to breathe, for the first time in my life."