If Michael was certain about one thing, it was that Chrissy would drive him insane by the time they were back to being how they were before Samantha got in the way. Here she was bending over the couch at his house for his sister's movie sleepover night with her friends. Mikey tired to get out of the house. Unfortunately it was unsuccessfully. His last resort was the Booth residence because he knew everything there would only remind him of Christine. However his Uncle Booth was deciding to teach him a lesson. If he was going to attempt at being with his daughter again, he had to resist temptation. He could see up her skirt perfectly from where he was sitting at the kitchen counter. He couldn't even get up due to the tightness in his jeans. Fate had a way of coming to bite him back in the ass.

"Chrissy could you go get the drinks from the kitchen for us?" Cathy asks.

Christine rolls her eyes, turning around. Mikey's eyes diverted hers but she knew he had been staring at her. Christine had seen Michael staring when she came out of Catherine's room. So she decided to give him a little teasing. He had already had her but it had been months since then. He could only dream now. Christine walked into the kitchen. Crap, where had Cathy put the drinks?

"Umm … Mike could you help me?" She asks innocently.

Mike turns around slowly. He couldn't get up. Not yet. Chrissy had the upper hand. He watched her go out with her gay best friend. He watched her constantly tease him for weeks now. Crap. Now he was rock hard from thinking of ways he could have her on his couch.

"What do you need?"

"Where did Cathy put the drinks?"

Michael pointed to the huge fridge.

"Bottom shelf."

"Thanks." Chrissy said before licking her lips.

Christine walks over to the fridge, aware of Michael's continuous gaze on her. She bends over to get the drinks.

'Why the hell is God punishing me like this?' Mike thought to himself.

How could this be going so wrong? Mike couldn't take it anymore. Christine had to be doing this on purpose. He walked over and stood behind her. She turned around empty-handed and they were standing within two inches of one another.

"What are you doing Mikey?"

"What I should have done fifth-teen minutes ago."

He pushed her back into the second door of the fridge which was closed. Christine's breathing was no unsteady. She could feel what she had been doing to him for the last twenty minutes. Maybe even the past three weeks that they had started their playful banter again. Michael started at her neck. Christine as caught off-guard and determined to fight him, things just never happen the way you plan them. Christine couldn't catch the moans that escaped her mouth either. She was possessed. Michael came up and caught her lips. At first he was hesitant but their kiss quickly turned into one of longing, desperation and passion. They only broke apart ten minutes later when her friends' laughter from the living room alerted them to other life besides their own. Christine pushed Michael back.

"We shouldn't be doing this."

"Why not?" Michael responded quickly.

"Even though your parents won't be back until tomorrow afternoon, my friends are in there. One of them happens to be your sister. … and I don't want-"

"Don't say you don't want this. You've been messing with me for three weeks and two days Christine. You want this as bad as I do. You just like the games. We've been hanging out just like old times. You can cut the crap."

Christine smiled. Leave it to Mikey to know her to her core. That was the most dangerous thing about being in love with your best friend. They knew you better than yourself most of the time.

"I can't-"

"We've been through too much, even before Samantha tried to come between us. I just want a real chance this time Spunk."

Christine couldn't help but smile again. Michael captured her lips with his again. This time it was slow and loving.

"I really do need to get back in there."

Michael nodded in understanding yet wearing a cocky grin.

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Christine snuck back into Cathy's room smiling. All three girls rolled her simultaneously. Christine jumped from shock.

"So what it really good?" Morgan asked.

"Wrong on so many levels." Cathy added through her smile.

"Don't even say nothing happened. We could hear you moaning from in here. Michael's room is three doors down. You must have thought we were all sleep. Using the bathroom bit. You should be ashamed." Brittney said to her, Christine couldn't help but smile. She knew her best friend was happy for her.

"It was amazing. I've been tense."

"So are you and Mikey back to whatever you were?" Cathy asks smiling widely.

"We're taking it slow."

"Obviously he didn't take it that slow by the way you were yelling his and God's name." Morgan said under her breath though all the girls heard.

"Gross." Cathy said making Brittney and Morgan laugh.

"Are you two going to kiss in public now?" Brittney teased.

"We will do whatever we please. In public or private."

"There's only one good thing that comes from this." Cathy said.

Her three best friends look at her in confusion.

"I'll get the big room. Or the bigger room. Uncle Booth is going to kill him. So I'm about to start packing my things to move down the hall."

The girls all laugh in unison.

"No Booth will not kill Michael."

"Right. Booth could never kill Michael. Christine loves that boy. Booth wouldn't do that to her."

"I do not-"

"Don't even lie."

"If you would let me finish."

The girls all laugh again.

"I do not think Booth will kill him. Just fracture his clavicle and break his mandible."

The girls all look at one another knowing exactly what was spoken. They all bust into hysterical laughs with one another.