A.N.: Smut. Just a warning. Bottom-half of the chapter.

"Have you got it?" Lilah asked, as Caleb dropped down into a chair beside Reid, who was flicking through a car magazine while Tyler strained a kidney blowing up some balloons and Pogue tried not to look down a waitress's low neckline as she helped decorate a banner reading 'Happy Birthday Sarah'. Reid was a key component in the decorating initiative.

"No…I felt weird. I can't go in there," Caleb mumbled, glancing around at the boys, daring them to say anything. They'd managed to snag a table in the corner and Lilah had sweet-talked Nicky (it wasn't difficult for her) into letting them set up for a birthday-party at Caleb's house and hide a cake in the back for Sarah's birthday. Lilah rolled her eyes. "People will think I'm a creep."

"You'll buy tampons for your mother but you won't buy your girlfriend lingerie? Do I have to point out the significance of that?" Lilah said, hands on her waist, towering threateningly over the sitting teenaged-boy. "Come on, she says you never buy her anything sexy." He looked up indignantly. She was already halfway into convincing him to go into the lingerie-boutique already.

"I've already got her a present," he said adamantly.

"Well, then I suppose Reid will be really happy tonight when Sarah has nothing to wear," Lilah said, and Reid's head shot up, hearing his name, glancing around to see what he was supposed to be responding to.

"Yeah." Lilah rolled her eyes. He went back to his magazine as she gave him a look.

"I can't—," Caleb took a deep breath, trying to suppress his blush. "How would I even know if it fits?" Reid cleared his throat.

"Try it on," he said, flicking the page of his muscle-car magazine. Tyler burst out laughing and the balloon he was trying to blow up squealed around the room as he let go of it and wheezed. Lilah tried not to smile, but her mouth twitched and Reid shot her a deliciously dark smirk.

"I made it easy for you, Caleb; all you have to do is walk into the shop, ask for the things set aside for Sarah Wenham, get them to gift-wrap them and pay for them," Lilah sighed exasperatedly.

"Alright, I'll—I'll go by the store," Caleb sighed, flushing again.

"Good boy," Lilah smiled patronisingly, smacking Caleb's—rather nice—arse as he passed her back to the door. Reid flicked his magazine closed and put his arm on the back of her chair, smiling softly at her.

"So why don't you have anything reserved at the lingerie-store?" he asked nonchalantly. Lilah sighed imperceptibly and flicked her eyes over his gorgeous lips, which were lifted in the corners in that tiniest, most infuriating smirk.

"I already have mine," Lilah said softly. Reid slid a little closer to her, quirking an eyebrow inquisitively. She leaned forward and dusted his cheek with her lips. He pouted, making those baby-blue eyes huge, and Lilah smiled as she kissed his lips. She narrowed her eyes.

"You did eat some of my Milk Duds," she accused, and Reid giggled conspiratorially. Lilah smiled softly and ran her finger down his smooth little button nose, pressing a kiss to his lips. Yummy, she smiled. She couldn't wait to get him alone at the party. She hadn't bought out Agent Provocateur's latest sale for no reason. She'd been debating over how she wanted to look; sweet and innocent in a creamy Jilly slip, to taunt with frilly Cookie or the little blue-ribbon-tied Lena knickers, red satin Gangster or the very feminine Marie cotton corset. She'd bought them all. Then she'd realised Gwendoline was on sale. Boy was Reid in for a shock tonight. She'd decided they were going to have sex whether she had to tie him to the bed or not…Well, she was still debating on that!

Her mobile buzzed, odd enough, since no one except the boys or Sarah ever texted her. And they were all—minus Caleb on his lingerie-hunt—sitting around her, and Sarah was at the library (on her eighteenth birthday, for fuck's sake, she thought, with an internal eye-roll). She picked it up, gasped delightedly at the name and picture in the little screen, and clicked Accept.

"LILAH!" Tallulah wailed. She jumped as the chaos of the nightclub half a street down from her old dorm erupted in her ear. God she loved it in that place. Ten-to-one, Tallulah had been drinking. And her heart crumpled as she thought about the fact that her friends were partying without her. Drinking. Proper alcohol. No need for fake IDs.

And it dropped because of Tallulah's cry.

"Baby, what's wrong?" she asked, alarmed, listening quickly to Tallulah's slurred wailing over 'Raindrops'. "YOU WHAT? With OLLIE!!—DO I HAVE TO REMIND YOU THAT WE ALL TOOK A BLOOD OATH TWO YEARS AGO AFTER WHAT HAPPENED, THAT THAT BOY WOULD NEVER AGAIN BE GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY TO BREED!!" Tyler, Reid and Pogue all gaped at her. She glanced over at Nicky and shot him an apologetic look and hushed her voice before he could point out the 'No Cellphones' sign and toss her out.

"Tallulah! How could you do that? In the boys loos! YOU SLUT!!—No, no, I didn't mean it, sweetheart…It's not you, Tallulah, you're lovely.It's Ollie. He's just a big knob-head with no knob—I know he has a cock, you twat, but you don't have to throw that back in my face—No, Talli, no—come on—don't—put Jackie on the phone, will you?—Hi Jacqueline. Listen, I want you to take Talli back to the dorms, put her in her pink sheep-patterned pyjamas and fill her hot-water-bottle and make her hot-chocolate with milk and put on Titanic… Well wake her up then… And move the bedside cabinet out of the way in case she wakes up and it's still dark. And put the bucket by the bed. Sounds like she'll need it… Yeah, alright. Get her to call me tomorrow. Thanks Jackie. Tell everyone I miss you all." Lilah sighed heavily and hung up, wondering just how in the hell Talli could do anything that—disgusting. Lilah had a good excuse; she hadn't known any better. Ollie had been new then. They knew all about him now.

"What was all that about?" Tyler asked curiously, his eyebrows flickering as they always did. Lilah just shook her head.

"My best-friend, Tallulah—the blonde from my Facebook—she broke up with her boyfr- her latest and was really upset 'cause I know from personal experience he has a huge c—," the guys' eyebrows all rose, smirking gently, and she felt the heat creep up her cheeks. "Anyway, she got drunk and had sex with Ollie." She scoffed disgustedly, folding her arms tight against her chest, which had once been violated by that very same scumbag. Chauvinistic egotistical bigoted self-obsessed prick who STOLE MY VIRGINITY, Lilah thought, simmering. That bastard had probably done the same thing to Tallulah as he had to Lilah two years ago. She had no idea Tallulah would let herself do anything this stupid because Lilah wasn't around to get her out of trouble. But no, that wasn't right, because the circumstances were completely different. Tallulah never had a chip on her shoulder. And she definitely wasn't as innocent as Lilah—as they had both—been two years ago.

"Who's Ollie?" Reid asked, except he said 'Ahl-ee', whereas her enunciation of the name was short and bitter.

"He was the… Never mind," Lilah said, waving her hand. She didn't feel like getting into ex-lovers with her boyfriend. Not that she'd had many—exes, that was—but still, it wasn't something one did with boys you'd only just started going out with. Shouldn't that be the same with sex? she asked herself.

"What was that, about pyjamas and Titanic?" Tyler asked interestedly.

"Oh, just taking care of her," Lilah sighed. Lilah was the motherly figure of pretty much her entire school. She had to be, since she was going to be Leader when they all grew up. Physically, probably never mentally! "Once when we'd been drinking some of her grandfather's homemade wine, she woke up in the middle of the night, thought she was on the floor and stepped, crashed to the floor from her bed and caught her eye on the corner of her bedside cabinet."

Tyler winced. The sight of Tallulah for weeks with an eye so swollen she couldn't actually see out of it had given Lilah nightmares, and had temporarily reinforced her want for prohibition. Of course, that had been after the first Ollie-Incident, so prohibition hadn't really lasted long. Bastard. He's always pulling shit like this, Lilah growled. When I'm Leader… Ooh, he would regret the day he'd been born with a dick. Because she was going to make sure he wouldn't die with one. And she didn't even need to Use for that. Accidents happened with huge butcher's cleavers.

Her tense, brooding mood dissipated as Reid's lips casually pressed against her throat as he nestled his head in the crook of her shoulder.

They collected all of their stuff—the cake was put in the back of the Hummer because Tyler was the most responsible driver—and went to Caleb's to get ready. Lilah had Used to tighten her corset. It was gorgeous, took inches off her already tiny waist and pushed everything up. Only problem; she couldn't really breathe. Oh well. She stalked down to Caleb's bedroom; he wasn't back yet, but Tyler was lying on Caleb's bed on Caleb's laptop and Reid was going through Caleb's bedside cabinet. Lilah rolled her eyes and perched on the edge of the bed. The boys both gaped at her. Until Pogue appeared. She'd never seen him so turned-out. Gorgeous, polished, exuding confidence and cologne.

"Where d'you think you're goin'?" Reid demanded. Pogue heaved a great breath and shrugged his shoulders under his smartest leather jacket.

"It's a little heavy in here, I'm gonna go for a ride," Pogue said nonchalantly, and the two boys burst out laughing.

"You're so full of shit, man!" Reid laughed, tears sparkling in his eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Pogue demanded hostilely.

"What do you mean 'what'? You know exactly what we're talkin' about with La Vida Loca," Reid chuckled. Lilah had heard that in Four Brothers. God, she loved that film. Reid did too, but for the gunfights rather than Garrett Hedlund climbing out of the shower.

"I'm not goin' to get any La Vida Loca—anything," Pogue glowered. The boys giggled again. Pogue was so easily set off; Lilah wondered how they dared piss him off.

"She's got a boyfriend," Tyler warned, his face beautiful with his white-toothed smile.

"She's got a boyfriend, shit! She's got hard dick in her right now, she's screaming somebody else's name, and the last thing she's doin' is thinking about your sorry ass," Reid laughed, and Tyler had collapsed on the bed, rigid with laughter that made tears stream down his smooth cheeks.

"I'm telling you right now—"

"Look, Baby-boy is pissing himself—"

"—I'm not going to see that girl and I'm not!" Pogue bellowed, storming out of the house.

"Ten bucks he brings her back in her underwear," Reid shot at Tyler. Tyler gulped for air but shook his head.

"Twenty."

"What on earth were you going on about?" Lilah asked, completely miffed. The boys chuckled but Tyler stopped laughing enough to explain.

"Last year, Pogue's girlfriend Kate broke up with him," he said. "They'd been going out pretty much since freshman year, on and off, except she moved away to California this year and left him behind. She's home for the weekend, and she's coming to the party tonight." Lilah remembered Caleb being touchy about inviting Kate—something. I guess that's why, she thought.

Pogue reappeared just before the party started—with a beautiful dark-skinned girl wearing only a lacy bra and a thong, a pair of Ugg boots and her quilted coat slung over her arm. Regretfully Tyler surrendered a twenty to Reid's expectant palm. Apparently the two had been caught fucking by Kate's new boyfriend, who had come home with her for the weekend to meet her parents! The boyfriend was on a flight already back to California.

The party was in full-swing. Sarah and Caleb were at the centre of the dancers in the drawing-room and Reid was chalking his cue in the pool-room, trying to show Aaron and his boys (Lilah had been forced by etiquette to invite them with the rest of the senior Spenser class) how it was done. Lilah watched him from the doorway, sipping her beer. She had chosen to go with black femme-fatale Gwendoline, her shortest little black leather skirt, Parisienne hold-ups and a pair of black heels, a black leather and diamond-padlock choker around her throat, her hair loose and tousled like Reid liked it, no lipstick, but a handbag full of goodies. She felt gorgeous, a real pin-up, smiling every time a guy caught her eye—which was every few seconds, wishing that Reid would stop playing pool.

"Baby," she smiled, taking Reid's waist and cradling his face as she tackled his tongue with hers, fingers threading through his silky-fine hair. Around them the guys were wolf-whistling and laughing at crude jokes, smacking palms. Lilah took Reid's hand, not caring what gossip followed her about, and they strutted to the foyer, where the staircase was littered with halfway-drunk teenagers—or teenagers making out without realising who they were kissing. When alcohol was free-flowing it was easy to hear people's thoughts, but Lilah had trained her mind years ago to push them aside, when it used to give her migraines that had her confined to her room for days on end. She walked past door after door, wrinkling her nose disgustedly when she heard through their minds what the occupants were doing, getting extremely frustrated the further into the house they got.

Finally, one bedroom, which was an attic-room, but gorgeously decorated with antique Gothic furniture, with an enormous king-sized hand-carved Gothic bed, was empty, and Reid grinned as he slammed her up against the door as she closed it, attacking her. He was such a good kisser. Reid moaned softly, their tongues tangling together.

She fumbled with the hem of his t-shirts and stripped them off, exposing his strong chest. He had always been sturdy, and lifting her did not make him lose his balance; he grabbed one thigh and wrapped her leg around him, she lifted the other and tightened her muscles in case he might let her go. All the time they attacked each other with soul-searing kisses neither could have imagined the potency of. Reid ran his hands over her satin-covered sides, pressing his hands under the neckline of her corset, sucking at the tender skin of her neck, nipping her earlobe, sliding his hand under the leather of her skirt up her thigh, making her tremble and get really hot. His fingers brushed over her pussy; she wasn't wearing underwear. She never did when she was with Reid. Her gasp for breath was stifled by his lips as he pushed a finger inside her, drawing it back and pushing in again rhythmically, making her wet. Gasping, she fumbled in a rush to unbutton his jeans and undo the zip, and as soon as he was free he moaned as she ran her hand over him. In a split-second, he pushed her against the door and had himself poised. Lilah stared into his eyes, pressing her swollen lips against his and moaning.

"I want you," he gasped. With the slightest nod of the head as indication, which was more than the fire burning in her eyes needed, he pushed with a sharp thrust into her. Her lips parted and her eyes closed, a tiny gasp of satisfaction, completeness, escaped her. Oh fucking hell, she thought, complete calm and fulfilment making her moan as he pressed against her width and threatened to push it as he pushed harder into her, eliciting a tiny, stifled moan as Lilah let her head hang back, and getting more energy from her look of complete peacefulness, he followed his lust, trying to sate the throbbing of his cock as she pulsed so closely around it. He thrust into her again, withdrew slightly, banged her against the door, and then switched his strategy.

Lilah straddled him on the bed, and she preferred it this way; she was in control, moving her hips in a circular motion just slowly enough to keep him from falling over the edge too quickly but making him grapple with her waist in frustration as she prolonged it. He had her waist grasped tight in his strong, capable hands, as she lolled back as she gasped, breathless, and moved around him, the pulsating driving her mad. Reid reached up, grabbed her face, and locked her tongue in a battle for dominance, moaning breathlessly, grunting when she used more force, and pressing her hard against him, rocking them as he thought they weren't going quickly enough, arms around her. He gasped and fell back again as she moaned, bucking her hips against him, his breathing becoming ragged. She grinned breathily, riding him; she loved this part. He was losing control. So was she.

He grabbed her by the waist, threw her down on the bed, and pounced on her, seizing dominance with her lips and tongue as he forced her legs back on herself, gripping her thighs tight in his grasp, as he drove into her, her back arching into him, running his tongue tantalisingly along the column of her throat, making her shiver and moan softly. She couldn't help moaning loudly with every thrust inside her. He ran his hands over her décolleté and thrust into her again, eliciting another of those moans which drove her mad. Every second, he thrust in and out, more forceful, lustful, animalistic, wild and untamed, his hips crashing into her thighs with so much force their bodies jumped on the bed. Lilah's moans turned to breathy cries, her fingernails digging into his back, scraping the skin away raw, clinging to him, thrusting and thrusting, hearing his gasps come short and sweet in her ear. Again and again and again, until he was engorged even larger, her muscles clenched like an iron vice around him, and several more forceful plunges deeper inside her than ever before, and she wrapped her limbs tight around him and cried out, head thrust back, an explosion sending fire through her veins, the limbs clamped around him loosening as she rode that wave. Reid shoved into her again and cried out, muffled into her lips, as he came violently.

She gazed up at him as he panted, propped over her with his hands either side of her head, her hands resting on his slick torso, realising how much she was trembling. Reid trembled too. She reached up and smoothed the damp hair from his forehead, cradling his face as she pressed a tender kiss to his beautiful lips. He relaxed, the trembling stopped, and though he—regretfully for her—withdrew from her, he remained pressed on top of her comfortably, heat radiating from every atom of his being.

Lilah remembered a word they'd used to describe this: "Incredible." Reid hummed slightly, pressing his lips to hers, smiling.

A.N. Yeah... Um, review?