I watched his adam's apple bob, trying to slow my breathing. Every part of my body was aflame and alive. "Are you sure," he whispered, lowering a little bit more until he was gently laying himself on me. Was I sure? My fingers slipped softly from his hair. Damn it, there I go again with jumping and not thinking.

"I don't know," I whispered back. He grimaced, showing me that he was unhappy. I felt a pang in my chest; I did that.

"I mean," I sighed feeling my bottom lip tremble, "h-how... W-what... Err... I-I think what I'm t-trying to say is... I'm horrible at this." I couldn't not look as his face. I wouldn't say the kid was drop dead gorgeous but he was an eye catcher. I wanted to touch his face again, but refrained myself.

"Never mind," he sighed shakily. His warmth left me, pulling away and off to the side. I watched as he sat on the side of the bed and held his head in his hands. I hugged him from behind around the waist, "No, don't go." Every muscle tensed under me.

"It's okay," he sighed, "I did something stupid. I'll leave."

His large hands engulfed mine and gently pulled them away from himself as he stood and started for the door. I tripped onto the floor with a thump trying to get up and chase after him. "Damn it," I grunted getting up and running to put myself between the door and him.

"Dru, I'll leave it's fine--" he said but I pushed my hand to his chest. Stupid words, stupid feelings.

"No, I don't want you to go," I stated firmly, "I'm bad with words... What I'm trying to say is—what happens now?"

He stepped back, giving himself and I room. "What do you mean," he inquired.

I ran my hand through my hair quickly, "I mean... We can't really kick ass and take names holdin' hands can we?" Life wasn't a cup o' tea. There was bad things out there, and bad people; people that needed to have their ass' kicked. And it's true, we can't do that if we're... together.

"Dru, we're best friends," Graves sighed softly. More as a statement of reassurance to himself than me. He side stepped me and reached for the door knob again. I quickly grabbed his other arm. What the hell was up with me and this new found glue-myself-to-my-best-friend.

"Best friends—don't kiss each other and like it Graves," I whispered pulling on his arm again, "They just don't." Whoa, where did that come from? The part of your brain that was unconscious to the thought of wanting Graves.

I watched his hand slip from the knob, so I continued.

"You didn't do anything stupid," I stumbled over my words, "I wasn't thinking clearly and I needed to breath. To think. I mean, one minute I'm thinking about kicking Christophe's ass and the next I'm macking on your face."

He turned fully, watching me intently. What else am I supposed to say? I'm not a frilly girl dammit! I clenched my jaw briefly, feeling the tremble in my fingers as I realized that I was truly afraid of loosing him. Watching him walk out the door, watching him get his ass handed to him; just watching him be away from me.

"You were thinking about kicking Christophe's ass," he smiled weakly pulling me into a small hug. I clung to him as I laughed, "Yeah... yeah I want to kick his ass. Little ass hole came into my room the other night thinking he was mister macho man. Tried to get me into a little rondevu in the boathouse."

He grunted, pushing me away slightly to look me in the eyes, "You didn't go did you?"

"No," I quirked an eyebrow, "Why?" One of his large hands rested on my shoulder, in which I shivered at the contact. It was burning, and my tank-top was cold.

"You're svetocha, and he's djamphir. You're going to bloom, or whatever the hell he calls it, soon. I can smell it; you smell very.. alluring," he said as if in a trance, "and he wants you; bad. They all do... I do."

My face felt entirely hot, and I knew I was blushing; but I couldn't look away from him.

Hesitantly, slowly, almost achingly, in The Matrix slow motion; I stood on my tip toes and pressed my lips to his. I placed both of my hands on his flannel that tugged at his chest. His were roaming my sides softly, rubbing them with his thumbs. Our lips parted, only to slowly meet again. I sighed contently; only for it to turn into a sequel when he lifted me up.

My legs reflexively wound around his waist. Dammit! What has gotten into me? The thought of frenching your best friend makes you excited. A sudden chill went down my spine. Graves pulled from the kiss opening his eyes just after me. "Are you cold," he whispered before placing a kiss to my neck. I could feel the heat of his neck sink into my chest.

"Very." I shivered again, trying to stop my teeth from chattering. Graves walked over to the bed, sitting me down. I didn't want to say I loved this boy, but I was really liking him. How he was so gentle with me as if I would break like a lily. Even though I couldn't.

Before I knew it, he was unbuttoning his shirt. "What are you doing," I blushed looking away. The material was thrown over my head.

"You're cold, I'm hot; first one's free," he smirked once I pulled it off of my head. I gingerly pulled it on, not bothering to button it up.

"So, where were we," he growled softly.

And we were kissing, all over again.

In the morning I woke with a yawn. I was warm, the warmest I've ever been. Glancing over I could see that Graves was holding me from behind, his shirtless frame a sight to see. I could sleep for a bit longer couldn't I? The sun that shone outside the window told me yes, I could indeed.

Dozing on a off was actually a good thing. I had to be up by eight to go to Dylan's office anyways. I really didn't want to put up with Commander Wanker, but I didn't have a choice. I ditched the tard yesterday and I'm sure I'll hear about it today.

Something was buzzing abnormally loudly. I squinted my eyes open to see the phone in my room ringing madly. Instead of picking it up like I should have, I chucked a pillow at it and turned around to cuddle into Graves. Stupid phone.

The next time I woke up was to sometime banging. Damn idiots banging and what not. I groaned, ready to sit up and start my boring day. Grave's hot hands were holding me tighter as I started to move. They rubbed small circles under the flannel and on my tank top. The heat still seeped through into my skin. "I'll call us in sick today," he groaned softly, "just go back to sleep."

"Mmm, what about your classes," I whispered into his neck.

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head as I drew stars on his abdomen. A very nicely toned and well muscled abdomen.

"You almost died of hypothermia yesterday Dru, you're going to get a cold or the flippin' flu if you don't already have one," he replied just as softly. I returned his kiss to his chest.

"I guess you're right," I yawned softly, "I'm going back to sleep. You're staying right here. Got it?"

He chuckled, settling back down into the covers with me, "And why is that Ms. Bossy?"

"If you're ass isn't here keeping me warm, I'm going to kick it; and then probably kiss the hell out of you because I can," I smirked.

He shifted again, and our lips met. A small, slow, short chaste kiss; that I almost melted to the bone for. Damn it, stupid girly feelings.

I woke up once again, but this time to Graves nudging me. "What the hell do you want," I groaned groping around for his chest to cuddle more into.

"Someone's knocking on the door Princess," he whispered to me softly.

"So answer it," I spat.

"Dru, I'm not supposed to be in here you know," he laughed and started for the door. I flopped my face back down into the comforter, "You're Alpha dog, kick their ass."

I heard the door open, no words spoken. After about ten seconds I got highly confused. "Who the hell is it," I asked getting off my bed and walking over to Graves. I put a hand on his arm before I looked at the new comer.

Damn it.

"Ksiezniczka, why is your doors and windows locked? Especially with Toto here," he asked highly calm. I rolled my eyes and crawled back into my bed. "Wake me up when it's someone or something important; like Dibs with lunch, a crazy attack, Dylan, or Christophe leaving and you staying, Graves."

"I'll be back later when your... puppy has left," he drawled before the door shut.

"Yeah, and I'll be sure to lock your ass out," I called back even though I'm sure he couldn't hear. Graves laughed softly behind me.

I dove under the blankets, opening the side up and looking up at him,"Get your warm skinny ass back in here."