A/N: I rarely do these things but I believe we've all just been blessed today! Sure this is an Egan & Corrine fic but I ship LIZEGAN so much at the moment that when they kissed on the livestream I completely lost it! Bless the internet! I am starting on my LizEgan fic now and it'll be steamy I'll tell you! Even more that we now have mental images of them kissing!

Corrine's POV

I carefully analyzed my further actions as she watched me through alert eyes. That was the toughest decision I've yet to make. The easy one, the wise one would be able to make her forget, and that was the one I wanted to choose. The look in her eyes, one of utter horror, was slicing through my dead heart like a knife.

But it was never that simple, was it? The girl in front of me, the trembling, terrified creature, the human, deserved to know the truth about those deaths. Considering they occurred in the name of her safety, that was the least she could do – know about the truth behind it.

I slowly rose to my feet, deliberately lifting my hand to wipe the blood off of my chin. She flinched at that, her eyes growing even more round with fear.

"W-what are you?" She asked me shakily, trying hard to stop the quiver in her shoulders.

I simply couldn't bear with the expression on her face. For the first time in my life, the fear I injected in someone's heart didn't bring me joy.

I felt devastated to be the reason of her dread, because I couldn't stand to be the one to hurt the girl I loved.

"I beg you, just give me a chance to explain," I pleaded, approaching her at a snail-like-pace. "I won't hurt you. I promise. I would never hurt you, Egan."

What?

That's not the name of this character at all!

And just when exactly did the ruthless fantasy fiction story turn into a love novel?

What the hell. Seriously. What the hell is happening to me?

For the love of God, I can't remember what actually the name of the character was. All I know is Egan, Egan, Egan, Egan.

God-fucking dammit.

I scowled angrily as I shut the laptop with an extreme force, throwing it on the bedside and letting out a huge sigh.

The clock ticked away, displaying that it was six in the morning, and I flipped it off.

After I got back home from Egan's (by the way – oh my god), I stayed up all night suddenly pouring out everything I had into songs, scripts, and stories.

So far, I've finished three of my songs, added several scenes to the play I've worked on the whole semester – which were brilliant if I do say so myself, and finally got back to writing the story I had in mind for what felt like ages.

And somehow, all of them turn out to be as mushy as the day is long.

All because Egan Ferrarduccio keeps popping in my head.

She's there, wrapping her legs around me and whimpering in my ear.

She's there devouring me with a lust-filled gaze as she bounces on my strap-on.

She's there as she comes, arching her back and letting out a deep moan, mixing in my name.

She's there draped over me and softly snuggling into my side as…

No!

No.

That's a dangerous territory. The forbidden thoughts.

You see, the dirty ones are okay. Just like I said to her last night. We're adults, and adults are perfectly capable of having fun without all the teenage drama mixed into it.

It's alright to fantasize about her gorgeous body and the perfect tightness of her core and the noises she makes when she climaxes and…

You catch my drift.

But thinking about her soft breathing and her icy green ice and her smile? A big no.

Because thinking about all those things leads to thinking about all the possibilities which will never happen.

If I had any doubts about Egan's feelings for me, they were all wiped last night.

I don't think that she would've gone through with the last night's activities after my little speech.

I know Egan. If she actually was attracted to me in a romantic sense, she wouldn't have put out. She would've gotten all angry or upset, and we most certainly wouldn't have ended up screwing.

And while it didn't exactly feel like screwing, that was all it was. Fucking. Helping out a friend, if you will.

She was hesitant at first because like a proper little girl she is, she thought what we were doing was wrong, but after a little encouragement from me? The lips were attacking, and the hands were exploring.

I must be completely insane, because that stung. So, I tried to slow it down a little. I have idea why, but I didn't want a cheap fuck last night.

Yeah, I might be just kidding myself with the whole 'no feelings for Egan' thing.

Last night was just… unbelievable. She was unbelievable.

In all our years of friendship growing up, I always hear her talk about how this sexual thing she was trying out with this person felt so good and I always kinda pictured how she was in bed at the back of my head. But last night's activities further exceeded my expectations of her.

I also managed to make her come three times. Hell yeah I'm bragging!

The whole night was absolutely off the charts hot. I had no idea she actually had it in her. Actually, I was amazed at the fact that she even went for the strap-on idea.

But it's not only just the hotness of it all. I felt so… connected to Egan. I was in her, and she stared right back into my eyes as I slowly took her. She kissed me with those amazingly soft lips of hers, and her fingers were tangles in my hair as she gasped my name.

It was as if she actually had feelings for me.

And when she climbed on top… Holy shut, I did not see that coming, but I sure as hell appreciated it.

Judging by her screams, she more than appreciated it too.

Although, we might want to tone it down a little next time. I tried to silence her with a kiss because she got particularly loud at one point, but it clearly didn't help the situation.

I wonder what she said to Martina.

Did she admit it was me?

Of course not, you idiot. She probably mentioned some guy from school. God knows there are so many of them wanting to get in her pants…

The sharp pain brought me out of my murderous haze, and I shifted my eyes to my lap that I cut my palm with a pair of scissors.

Oh no, it can't be happening.

I'm actually jealous.

That means it's getting worse. Me being possessive and crazy means I care.

Fuck.

What the hell do I do?

I remember something my therapist said about dealing with difficult situations.

Something like 'when you admit you have a problem, you're already there', I think.

Alright, I'm in love with Egan. Now what?

Yes, I know, you can all pick up your jaw. I'm fucking in love with Egan. So what?

She clearly doesn't feel the same way.

Ugh! This is so frustrating. I have zero idea what I am going to do now.

Okay, let's see. Scenario one: I keep fucking her. She's happy, I'm happy because I get to have her at least in this way. Nobody's scared away, and it keeps going till she meets 'The One'.

Fuck. Cut myself again.

Scenario two: I tell her about my feelings. She gets scared and runs fast and far. Or she gently lets me down and suggests we continue screwing without overcomplicating everything.

Scenario three, aka 'no way in hell that's happening': she reciprocates my feelings and we ride off into the sunset. Yes, sarcasm.

I just… Last night wasn't the only testament to Egan not being in love with me. I guess I kind of knew it all along. I just entertained the idea of her liking me.

Because how the hell can Egan, such a kind, happy, good-natured girl, be in love with me?

She's like a sun, you know? Shining bright, radiating warmth and happiness for everyone around and catching them in her orbit with her kindness.

And then there's me, the scary fuck girl whose obsession with tormenting others is bordering on psychotic.

What a pair we'd make. I can already see her parents rooting for us and crying happy tears. Yeah right.

I'm not worries about my parents since they simply don't care and holy fuck am I actually thinking about us coming out to our parents as a couple?

Taking 'getting carried away' to a whole new level.

I let out a frustrated scream, and the alarm went off next, indicating it was time to get ready for school.

Dammit, I didn't even lie my head down for a second the whole night! All I did was take a shower, drink some water – oaky, a lot of water since I was rather dehydrated after Egan, and then I was writing and overthinking like I a maniac.

I already knew what kind of a day it was going to be. The dragging, 'slowly killing me' kind. The adrenaline high I got from Egan was wearing off, leaving me a sleep-deprived mess. I doubted coffee was going to help me out with that. The amount of caffeine I inhaled on a daily basis made me pretty much immune to it. I drink it mostly for the taste now.

Well, at least today is certainly not the day to spill the beans to Egab. There's a thin chjance of me surviving it. Let alone confronting important matters of love.

Shower sounds like a good idea right now.

Oh, oooh yes.

Egan's POV

I woke up feeling incredibly sated and comfortable, wrapped in Corrine's delicious scent.

I also woke up with no bones whatsoever, and that was completely fine with me.

The only thing that was missing was Corrine herself.

Oh, how I wish I could wake up to the sight of her gazing at me with those piercing dark eyes of hers. I would stretch like a cat, and I might even purr lightly as I lean up to give her a good morning kiss, which she would return with a passion only she is able to ignite.

And then we would make love and end up skipping a period or two. I'd cook her breakfast, and it will go cold because we'd end up fooling around in the kitchen and get carried away. Then, after taking me on the counter, she'd cook it all over again, and she'd feed me grapes or strawberries, and I'd go down on her right on the table…

Yeah, in my imagination we pretty much end up having sex every ten minutes.

Which might not be that far from reality, since we managed to have sex three times in a matter of hours, and during those times I've had more orgasms than in any of my previous relationships.

Yeah, I've had a sad, sad love life.

But it's about to change.

Because I'm going after Corrine West.

After majorly freaking out last night, I gradually calmed myself down and did some thinking.

Even if she did figure out what I was about to say, she didn't freak out and run like that time we had sex on the couch. She was there, cuddling with me, for God's sake. Which meant two things: either she understood where I was going with it and didn't want to make a big deal out of it, or she didn't catch what I was about to say.

To say I've been overanalyzing everything would be an understatement.

And that's where it hit me: our first time together. She was ready to run through the wall to get away from me as soon as I displayed something other than primal lust.

Now let's replay last night's events.

Not so detailed, Egan! And where do you think you're going with that hand?

Anyway.

Corrine was… completely unlike Corrine the whole time.

She made sure I was eased into the act. She went slow when needed, she looked me in the eye when needed, she kissed me and held me and made me feel safe and loved.

And so, so turned on.

When I was thinking about it, I felt like my head was about to burst from the confusion, but then I finally made the only right decision: stop thinking and start doing.

Because there is no way I can know for sure what Corrine's actually thinking and feeling.

Plus, Corrine is an incredibly complicated person, so there's a chance even she doesn't know what it is that she feels.

But I am more than sure what I feel. I love her, and I'm not about to idly sit by and let her get away from me.

I'm planning to hold on to her. And, ideally, letting go, you know, never.

I love everything about her, the good and the bad. Her sarcasm, her possessiveness, her determination, the way she fiercely protects what's hers, the way her mind works. I'm in love with the whole package, and to me, there's nobody in the world who could be more perfect for me than her.

And if last night and the other two times are anything to base my predictions on, I'm going to be a very happy girl if I manage to get the big bad Corrine West to settle down with me.

Which I will. I'm not entirely sure how. I don't think confronting her at school would be a good idea, so that's out. But I guess I could take her out somewhere and just talk.

And if I want to just talk, we need to be somewhere public, because we can't seem to keep our hands off each other when we're alone.

Although being in public didn't exactly slow us down at school…

You know what, scratch that. Maybe talking to her after we have sex is a better idea. She's far nicer when she's backing with me…

I guess we'll see how it goes today, but one thing is for sure: I'm not going down without a fight.

Although I might end up going down after all, if you know wha-no, those puns are just not my thing.

As I left the parking lot with Martina, I couldn't help but feel giddy at the prospect of seeing Corrine.

After I admitted to myself that yes, I am in love with her, it somehow got easier to breathe.

Love is wonderful either way, you know? Even when it's not reciprocated, just caring for someone in this special way, having someone on your mind is so… fulfilling.

Of course, the amazingly hot sex with that someone on a daily basis helps.

So, there I was, practically skipping to the building and completely missing everything my older sister has been saying so far.

Which was my fatal mistake.

I was brought down to earth by a vice grip on my elbow as I was practically dragged to my sister's locker.

"I knew last night was a load of bullshit!" Martina hissed at me. "You're practically glowing, little sis. Either you tell me who it was, or I'm giving Mrs. Rosenberg dad's number, so she can spill the beans."

"First of all – that freaking hurt." I snatched my arm from her, rubbing the offended area. "And secondly, there's no one! I'm just naturally giddy. That's my thing, you know? Marc's a geek, Jamie is an ass, Alyssa's aloof, Corrine's…"

"Scary as hell." Martina helpfully supplied. I sighed.

"Corrine's mysterious. And I'm giddy."

"Yeah well you're the poster child for all things positive today."

"What's the deal with you and my sex life, anyway?" I burst finally. "That's beginning to cross the line of appropriateness, so knock it off, Marti!"

My sister huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Maybe I'm just trying to look out for you. Remember your last boyfriend?"

I winced at that. Steven is someone I don't want to be brought up in a conversation, that's for sure.

"So," Martina continued, "And I realize that to you I might seem obnoxious, but I'm pestering you because I care, Egan. I mean, if you're having sex with him then you must be serious about the relationship, and yet our family heard nothing of the guy. That's kinda suspicious, don't you think?"

I looked away, feeling guilty.

"I know, Martina, and I promise you, if there was something to tell you, I would," I said with as much honesty as I could muster. "But as I was…saying... tha-that, uh, you know…"

"Egan? Egan, hey!" Martina snapped her fingers in front of my face, which got no reaction from me whatsoever.

What did catch my attention was a pair of black leather boots. Boots that had dark skinny jeans tucked into them, showing off shapely legs and a toned ass. The jeans ended with a black belt, and as I traveled my eyes higher, I was greeted with a tight black t-shirt which enveloped a midsection, pronouncing the abs that came with it. And the abs were not the only thing the t-shirt revealed. The v-neck allowed the most perfect cleavage to be seen. The black material of the shirt was a stark contrast against the porcelain skin, much like the raven hair and dark make up against a pool of piercing black.

The leather jacket hugged her curves like a second skin as it smoothly ran along her arms and shoulders.

Oh God. Gulp.

Corrine smirked at me from the entrance, lifting an arm in a greeting and then just standing there eating me with her eyes. I guess she appreciated my choice of wardrobe as well, although I went for more of a romantic look today, opting for a simple white sundress and light make up.

I shook my head and quickly shifted my gaze to Martina.

"Is that Corrine?" the latter asked, following my previous line of sight. "Whoa, she dressed to kill today. And I mean that figuratively as much as literally. She looks like a freaking vampire from that show you like." Martina turned to me. "Was it 'Undead Chronicles'?"

"Vampire Diaries, and that reminds me, I gotta talk to her about our assignment," the lie smoothly rolled from my tongue as I departed. "See you later Marti."

"You owe me an answer, little sis!" Martina yells before dramatically turning on her heel and leaving.

Somehow, she manages to make everything look dramatic. The perks of being a drama queen, I guess.

I approached Corrine who was already by her locker, punching in a combination. She turned her head and gave me a once-over, the damn sexy smirk never leaving her face.

"Hey," I said softly, giving her a half-smile.

"Hey." She said back huskily.

We stood there, locked in an intense eye contact for what seemed like an hour, and because of that we completely missed our friends coming up to us.

"Why are we all standing near Corrine's locker? Is this our new hangout spot?" Marc asked from my left, and I almost jumped from his sudden appearance.

"I thought that was near your locker, Egan." Kyle answered. "What's with the staring contest, girls?"

Just as I was about to reply, Jamie cut in with that annoying smile he'd been wearing since that classroom incident:

"That's an acting exercise Kyle."

Jamie is going to have a long chat with me about all of this. With the excitement of Corrine and me moving to the next step in our relationship, his weird behavior flew out of my head, but oh look, it's back in.

"Oh, alright!" Kyle shrugged with his usual slightly apologetic smile.

"Hey Corrine, what's up with the whole 'Katherine Pierce' look?" Marc teased Corrine who still hadn't taken her eyes off me.

"I think she looks more like a girl version of Damon," Alyssa bubbled, giggling at the end. "And Egan looks like Elena today!"

I rolled my eyes. Ever since I came back to this school having passed puberty, everyone made it their goal to tell me just how freakishly close I resembled Nina Dobrev."

"Yeah, by the way, are you girls alright after that scene in Mr. Collins' class?" My best friend looked between Corrine and I with concern. "I know you probably don't want to talk about it yesterday, but I gotta tell ya something. We're really sorry for not standing up for you, and you know, just ignore what others are saying. They know nothing about it." Marc said.

Except, everyone was completely right about us, and if the walls of my living room, the janitor's closet, and my room could speak… Oh, and a couch.

Yeah, a couch might need a lifetime of therapy.

"Thanks, Marc." Corrine dismissed him coolly shutting her locker and grabbing me by the hand. "Gotta chat with Egan." With that, she dragged me somewhere barely leaving me a chance to shrug at the gang apologetically.

Yeah, that's as decent as Corrine can get. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

We entered an empty classroom, and Corrine allowed me to come in first before closing the door.

I was growing more nervous by the second. What was it she wanted to tell me?

What if she dragged me here to laugh in my face about my almost-proclaimed love?

The fears u had the night before returned, ten times stronger.

"Sorry, I just wanted to get away from them," Corrine said, getting closer to me. "And also I wanted to do this," her voice dropped to a whisper as her lips pressed to mine, and I didn't hesitate to return the kiss, lazily hugging her neck.

So, I guess we're both just going with the flow today.

"I like the dress," Corrine mumbled as she descended down my neck with her kisses.

"Thank you. I like 'Damon' look on you." I replied breathlessly, playing with her hair.

"Not you too, Egan." She growled into my shoulder before leaving a sweet kiss there and facing me. "I look nothing like that prick."

I pretended to study her, frowning in concentration.

"Hmmm let's see. Black hair, check. Wardrobe, check. Eyebrows arched in a permanent scowl, check. The only thing you're missing are blue contacts and…"

"Oh, you're going to regret it." She said darkly, gripping my waist more forcefully.

"Oh, but I think I left something out," I practically melted into her, leaning up to whisper in her ear. "You're just as ridiculously hot…maybe even more…"

I squealed as I was suddenly lifted in the air and placed on the teacher's desk with Corrine coming to stand between my legs.

"Corrine, no." I laughed as I gently pushed at her shoulders. "We're not going to have sex in a classroom."

"Who said anything about sex?" She said back with a mocking shock. "Why Egan Ferrarduccio, I would have never pegged you as the type to expect such a thing!"

"I am not vanilla!" I growled, bringing up a topic we've had since we were in the 8thgrade and I wouldn't jump over a fence.

"Sure you aren't." she smirked at me. "But seriously, who said anything about sex? Just a little making out before facing a stressful day. Unless," she got in my face, her smirk growing wider, "someone can't keep it PG-13."

"Oh I can, West, it's you I'm worried about." I challenged back, biting my lip for a good measure.

Yeah, that's right. I'm using her weakness to my absolute advantage.

Remember when she foolishly revealed how much she liked it when I bit my lip? Well, let me tell you, it worked like a charm… two times in a row.

I know, I know. I'm bad.

She cast her eyes down to my lips and licked her own.

Gotcha.

"I guess you are right," she stated, lightly stroking my thighs. "I am the more adventurous out of the two of us after all."

I was completely aware that she was challenging me, but that didn't stop me from raising to her bait.

The girl was just too good at pushing my buttons.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I exclaimed insulted. "As far as I remember, last night got pretty… adventurous."

"And," she interrupted me, smirking, "also it was my idea."

"Are you saying I lack creativity in bed?"

"No, oh no, no, no," she chuckled at me. "You definitely have outstanding abilities. I'm just saying, probably for the second time that you're…"

"Don't say it."

"Vanilla."

"CORRINE!" At that point, I got to my feet, facing her off. "Excuse me but…"

"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" Corrine interrupted me once again.

"Well, there was that one time with, uh, with Syd- I mean, Steven, when we, when I…" I trailed off, scowling at her knowing gaze. Then I let out a defeated sigh. "Last night was the kinkiest thing I've ever done." I muttered. "And also, um… thattimeinthecloset."

"What? I didn't quite catch that one." Judging by her little smirk, she understood everything perfectly.

Well, two can play that game.

"That time in the closet when I ate you out." I said dropping my tone to a sultry one. "never knew that fucking in a public place could be such a rush…" My finger traced her collarbone and then curled under her chin as she leaned in to kiss me.

The bell rang loud and clear.

"Oops," I giggled as I squeezed past her, making her lose her balance a bit. "Guess we'll get back to it next time. Oh and Corrine?" I turned to look at her when I got to the door. "We'll see who is the kinky one here. I did promise you revenge, now didn't I. But now I'll make sure it's really nasty…" Yup, biting my lip and making Corrine's gaze transfixed on it.

And I can literally feel her eyes burning on my ass as I walked away.

I think I already know how to make her pay for making fun of me.

And after that we will talk. For sure.