A/N: Wow... it's been too long. I apologize. For that, and for my suckiness. I fail at intensity, and momentum. And description. But at least I prevail in something. Namely sucking. xD

Pure Intentions
Chapter Thirteen: Shattered

The trouble with their new arrangement, was that he always wanted to be touching her. Even if it were a simple hand on her arm, or her knees knocking against his own, it would satisfy his constant need of skin to skin contact. And now, it was more of a blessing than a burden, really. Considering neither wanted to be doing anything else.

Violet collapsed onto the bed, laughing hysterically as Shawn's fingers repeatedly ran across her knees. It tickled, to say the least, because it was the most sensitive region on her whole body. Unlike other people, whose most ticklish area would be their stomach. She found it odd that her knees were so weak, but also funny nonetheless. He continued to ravish her with his attack, grinning as his ministrations brought her down onto the mattress. He fell with her, not stopping at all.

"Shawn, stop!" she giggled, breathless because she had spent the past fifteen minutes trying to defend herself. They had just returned from a nice, cozy date. One that involved a low-key dinner date at a very overlooked restaurant. It wasn't as fancy as others tended to be, but it was quite enjoyable. She had a wonderful time, and she knew he did as well.

But once they got to the suite, immediately he had chased her around the room as a result of her accidently spilling her drink on his plain white dress shirt. It happened to be one of his favorites, but he hadn't minded much. He was just teasing. Meanwhile, the young woman apologized profusely, slightly embarrassed, but he brushed it away, and now was retaliating.

He let out a chuckle, and shook his head no. "You ruined my shirt!" He reminded her, jokingly. His hands ran up her legs, and stilled when they came to her thighs.

Her body wiggled beneath his. His hands quickly moved up to pin her arms to the bed. She gasped from laughing too hard.

"I said I was sorry!"

The older man smiled, and gazed at the squirming figure of the girl underneath him. "You are too energetic for your own good," he commented, referring to her inability to give up, and her ability to keep moving, even if she was tired. She stopped trying to escape his grasp at once.

"Oh shut up." Her tone was meant to be serious, but her straight face failed horribly. She could never tell him to be quiet, when all she ever wanted to hear was his voice. He kept looking down on her, his baby blue eyes fixed on her olive green.

"I thought you loved me," he pouted, and pretended to be hurt. She attempted to say something witty back, but couldn't find her voice. There was that word again. What could she say?

Instead of replying with words, she forced her upper body from the mattress, which was very hard to do, considering her arms were being held down, and pressed her lips against his.

Violet could feel herself diving into a warm pool of longing. She ached to touch him, especially now since she couldn't, but settled with just kissing him.

The couple had been dating for an estimated five days, and she believed she would never get tired of the feel of his mouth on hers. She sighed in contentedness, and allowed herself to be taken over as her body lowered onto the bed again.

They remained embraced for a few more minutes until he pulled away. His breathing considerably slower than it had been before, with the same for hers as well.

"Maybe I do," she breathed, with an inevitable smile tugging at her lips. He beamed, and leaned down again to peck her lovingly.

"Oh, trust me," he said, his oh-so rough voice sending shivers down her spine as it always seemed to do, "you most certainly do. Because, as it happens, I love you, too."

Again, she wasn't capable of speaking, let alone gathering oxygen for her lungs. So she just kissed him again, with her arms being released and free to roam the contours of his back like she wanted to do when her limbs were restrained.

Shawn makes a muffled noise as he's suddenly pushed from atop her and onto his back. "Mmph."

Violet sniggers and climbs on top of him, placing each of her legs on either side of his hips. He mumbles something incoherent. The younger Irvine knows why.

"Oops," she giggles as he glares at her, "I'm sorry." She isn't, he thinks.

The Heartbreak Kid glances up at her as she happily remains settled on his lower body. He doesn't object, although what he feels should be saved for another day.

"Violet," he warns, because Hunter could walk in any minute. This was, after all, a shared room between the two Degenerates, so to speak.

The Canadian didn't take his words seriously, she stayed put. Sliding her hands along his chest, rubbing him soothingly and teasingly, she turns her attention the the clock sitting on the nightstand. "I should go," she says, because it's 9 pm, and Chris is probably getting (more) suspicious. He agrees, but given the state he's in, he wants her to stay.

She swings off of him, and gets to her feet, pulling her skirt back down, seeing as it had ridden up her waist. He watches her do this, a feeling of affection surging through his chest.

"I can walk with you to the elevator," he offers, but the stubborn girl shakes her head no.

"I can manage," she says simply and marches to the door. Mr. Wrestlemania pouts childishly. "You're leaving without a goodbye kiss?"

Violet rolls her eyes, for the sake of teasing him and makes her way back to him. "I guess not."

It was fifteen after ten when the sister of Y2J crept into the room. Or tried to at least. Her poor attempts at being stealthy were demolished when she almost fell into the closet. Laughing lightly, she gets out from the enclosed space and walks into the main room.

What she sees first is Chris, scowling heavily from his seat on the small, canary yellow couch.

"Hey," she says slowly, slightly alarmed because he looks angry. More angry than she's ever seen him before. His arms are crossed, his gaze is locked on her, and the shade of his skin is a faded pink. She shakily puts her purse down.

"Chris...?"

"I talked to Evan today." He grunts bluntly. This catches her off-guard, but she keeps her cool. Even though a feeling of dread is making its way through up her throat.

"I-"

"He says you weren't there today. Or yesterday. He says you weren't there during the days you said you were."

Oh no. She's been figured out. Violet almost panics at the realization, and she's instantly struggling to conjure up a temporary explanation. One that didn't interfere with her previous lies, and one that gave her and Shawn more time.

"Chris, I-"

"I know you've been lying to me, Violet. Not any more, I won't have it. Tell me the truth."

His voice was sharp, and stern; his eyes and posture practically demanding that she complied. He was really upset that she'd actually lied to him, that much was clear. Just the sight of him scared her, had her frozen in place.

Of course, she'd seen that infamous cold, icy stare directed at his fellow wrestlers before, but never had it towards her. Now that she was experiancing it - provoking it - she began to notice how frightening he looked when he was angry.

"Where were you, really?"

In the most important time of all, her mouth decides to seperate itself from her brain. Before Violet knows it, she's blurting out the truth. "With Shawn."

Y2J's fury faltered, but rapidly turned into rage; he nearly exploded. "What?" He bolted to his feet. His younger sister cringed in fear as he stalked towards her.

"Chris! I-I..." she trailed off, her sudden stuttering depriving her of all capability to say anything besides his name. She felt a thousand emotions coarse through her at once, the only two recognizable being guilt and fright.

"Why the hell are you always around him?"

"I-"

For the third time, he interrupts her with another furious exclaimation of his. By now his face is a deepening red, and his nostrils are flaring. "Seriously, Violet, tell me why you'd ever consider-"

This time, she cuts him off, almost errupting in the process.

"It's because we're seeing eachother, okay?" She yelled back, clenching her fists as she finally admitted to a secret she had been keeping for only a few days. It felt like a few years to the girl. She didn't do well with hiding things, and her affair with Shawn was obviously no exception.

Chris' jaw dropped, as he took in a wordless moment to register this. And when he did, he immediately grew angrier, if that were possible.

"When the hell did this happen?" He asked incredulously, in major disbelief. Violet inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"About a week ago," she answered dryly, and watched as his eyes widened even more. Chris reached a hand behind his head and tugged his hair in frustration. He let out a small groan.

"I don't see why my dating him is so horrible!"

"He's older!"

"So? I don't mind it, he doesn't mind it. We actually-"

"Oh, lord, Violet," he seethed, "this is going to stop! You're not going to see him anymore!"

It was Violet's turn to look appalled.

He might be her brother, but it wasn't his right to dictate her love life. She shook her head violently in refusal. "You can't tell me who I can or cannot date!"

It was simply the truth, but he ignored it. And instead of arguing further, he stomped towards the door and pulled it open abruptly.

"Fine, if you can't understand and appreciate the fact that I care so much for you, and all this is because I'm trying to look out for you, then maybe I shouldn't anymore. In fact, I'll leave you alone. Leave you with your boyfriend, who's surely only going to hurt you. Choosing him over your brother... I'm glad to know that your priorities are in place!"

The door slammed behind the overly furious man, the after shock practically shaking the whole floor. The only thing audible after that, was the quiet sobs in which came from a very disheartened Violet.

-x-

"Hello?" Shawn answers, laughing on the other line. When he hears the trembling of her voice, though, it sobers him up pretty quickly. "Shawn."

"Vi...? Is something wrong? Are you okay?" His thoughts race to Chris. It's a dramatic idea thats brewing in his mind. The two were family; certainly, he would never...

"Chris," she chokes out, snapping him from his hypothesis, and he can hardly hear her after that, "It's Chris."

"What about him? ...Did he do anything to you? I swear to God-"

She interjects his sentence before he can finish, knowing fully well what he was implying. "No, he hasn't done anything. It's just... It's just that he knows about us now."

The older man's eyebrows raise in surprise, but he offers nothing but silence, and allows her to explain. "When I got back, he started asking questions... he'd talked to Evan... and-and we got into a fight..."

The rest was fairly obvious. He nodded in understanding. "It's okay, love. Where is he now?"

"I don't know." Violet sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "He left about forty minutes ago."

"Why didn't you call me sooner?"

"I didn't want you to feel as if I can't function without you or something," she shakes her head at herself for being so naive, "I didn't want you to worry."

The Heartbreak Kid picks himself up from the bed. Hunter, who was beside him, eyed him peculiarily. "Vi, you know I could never think of you like that. I'm aware that you're perfectly capable of managing your life without me." He paused.

"I love you," he added cautiously, not wanting to spook her, but at the same time wanting to soothe her.

She smiled gratefully. "I love you too," she returned easily, but the concern of her brother's well being caught her attention yet again. "What do you think I should do?"

He was already getting on his jacket when he replied. "Wait for me to come over."