Author's Note: Hey you guys! So here's a new chapter. Once again, reviews are really appreciated. I mean, how else can I give you what you want if you don't review? Huh? Huh? Haha, anyway, this chapter is a little on the erotica side so... don't be alarmed or anything. You all knew this was coming, and there will be more! lol. Enjoy Chapter 3 of You Just Don't Know.

Disclaimer: I don't own the K.N.D. or any of it's characters. I do, however, own Amanda Ortiz and all of her hotness ;P


A week had gone by since the death of Amanda Ortiz. Everyone seemed to have gotten back to their normal ways of being by that time, relieving themselves of the mourning period. There was a small memorial set up in her honor the day after her cremation at the sub- level central location for the Cleveland Teen Chapter, but the operatives no longer fell victim to the sorrow accompanying a loss.

Nigel walked up to the small display, standing directly in front of it for a while. It was unusual for him to be so consumed with a death; he didn't seem to know why it had him so distracted. Of course, she was a close friend of his, but he knew better than to let something - anything - throw him off of his game. He'd been disconnected from everything since the evening he found out Amanda was gone. He closed his eyes and imagined her face; it was such a sweet image. Her warm tan skin, her amber eyes, her short black hair, her freckles, it all came together to create a vision of beauty. She certainly wasn't a bad looking girl. He felt a hand land on his shoulder and he turned around to see it belonged to Abigail.

"So ya feelin alright?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He studied her face, admiring how she looked. Abigail had soft features, almond eyes and flower petal lips that radiantly complimented her mahogany skin. Her long black hair was pulled loosely out of her face into the loop of her red cap. Nigel had to simply accept the fact that he was a sucker for brunettes; unfortunately they always seemed to be his teammates.

"Well good, cus ya standin here like a statue or somethin. Let's go to the Sweets Shop, I'm cravin somethin delicious." Abgail smirked and lead him out the door and down the street. Maybe a bit of candy would, in fact, take his mind off of his troubles. The two arrived at the Sweets Shop and picked a booth in the back of the shop, immediately ordering milkshakes before even looking at their paper menus. Abigail was able to get a laugh out of Nigel for the first time in days and it felt good. She hated to see her friend so torn up and out of sync with the rest of the world.

"So your birthday is coming up." Abgail said, sipping her chocolate shake.

"Yeah," Nigel responded, "the big 1-8. Not much longer now. January is heading fast."

"You know what you're gonna do?"

"Eh, I'm not gonna turn evil or anything, that's for sure. Members of the Teen Chapter don't get decomissioned, they become adult alliances but are heavily monitored for traces of treason. Immediate decommisioning follows any trangsression against the K.N.D."

"Oh, that's heavy," Abigail said, "I'm probably gonna do the same."

"Probably?" Nigel lowered his sunglasses to her. She became momentarily lost in his hazel eyes.

"I mean, I'm not gonna turn on the K.N.D.," She said, snapping out of it, "but I'm probably gonna be a really busy kinda adult. No real time to be on missions like I am now, y'know, with college and everything. Especially with all of those surprise calls." Her words struck Nigel and the hit heavily resonated throughout his body. He momentarily grew numb.

"I understand." Nigel sighed and played with his straw.

"I'm just trying to be reasonable here. We gotta grow up sometimes, Nige." She reached for his hand.

"Yeah," Nigel said. He rose slowly from his seat and headed for the door. "I just didn't expect it to happen so soon."


The walls of Kuki's room were painted a tangerine color which, when kissed by the afternoon sun, seemed to giggle with the fervor of a young child. The decor was simple and girly, hinting to the fact that Kuki wasn't quite ready to grow up. Colorful plush animals lined the walls of the room, smiling happily at the bed where Kuki and Wally were lustfully clawing at one another.

"Oh, Wally," Kuki sighed as he sensually nipped at the nape of her neck. His hands traveled anxiously up her shirt, peeking beneath the fabric of her bra. Unable to take much of the suspense any longer, Kuki lifted her shirt over her head and threw it to the side. Wally took a moment to eye her slim frame. Her perky breasts were teasing him, hiding behind that purple bra. He pushed her on her back and fondled her breasts. His touched turned Kuki on; it was so manly and strong, much like he was.

Wally had gotten a lot taller over the years; he was now a bit taller than her and built very nicely. His blonde hair lightly draped over his emerald green eyes which were watched Kuki's every physical response to the pleasure he delivered. He kissed from her neck to her bosom and licked her cleavage. Kuki grew began to grow anxious as she watched his hands outline her curves, landing on the button of her pants. Wally smiled and toyed with the button, still licking the supple mounds that lay on Kuki's chest. He unbuttoned her pants with one hand and ran his fingers through her thick black hair with the other. Finally, Kuki's pants were being eased off of her hips.

She gasped internally as the suspense consumed her; she couldn't help but to assist him in removing the wretched denim that kept him from pleasuring her throbbing core. Wally's eyes locked with hers once more while he spread her legs a bit and rubbed her through her cotton panties. He then lowered his head to replace his hand and lightly licked the very same spot. Kuki felt herself growing even wetter as the acts continued. Wally took both of his hands and delicately pulled down her panties, keeping his eyes with hers.

All she could do was hold her breath as a foreign wave of pleasure hit her. Wally's tongue was moist and soft against her sex. He took it in, out, and around to the rhythm of her breathing. He kept his hands busy removing her bra and rubbing her erect nipples. Kuki could barely move; she whispered soft moans as Wally lapped up her juices. At last, she bit her lip and released a long loud moan. Wally knew she was starting to cum and held her hips tightly. Kuki writhed in ecstasy as Wally finished her off. He then stood up and looked at her.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, gripping his belt.

"Wally, don't do this now," Kuki said.

"What?"

"Wally, I can't… I'm not ready to have sex with you yet." She sat up and wrapped herself in a sheet.

"But, Kuki, it's been almost a year and a half. I have… needs. I mean, you don't expect me to leave you alone, all naked and stuff."

"Wally, I'm just not ready to give you my virginity. Please, understand." He looked into her lilac eyes.

"So, the answer is no." Wally said stepping back. "You don't trust me, after all this time, and I understand."

"Honey, I do trust you. I just –"

"Just what? There's no other reason except a lack of trust." He sighed and sat down next to her. The faint smell of mango coming off of her skin calmed him. "But if you really aren't ready. I'll wait… just for you."

"Thank you, my love." Kuki smiled, leaning into his broad chest. Wally's eyes were closed and he was breathing contentedly. He probably wasn't even aware that he had mumbled 'No problem, Manny' within the earshot of his ever so present girlfriend.