"You have green eyes." He was shocked and his voice was full of wonder. My face scrunched up in confusion. I sat up, and he followed suit.

"Yes…" I wasn't quite sure what he was getting at.

"I saw your eyes. I saw you." Realization flooded into me. I was about to speak again, but Iggy placed his hand on the back of my head and forcefully, yet gently, brought my lips to his once again.

He didn't pull away this time, and I was glad.

My hands were on his shoulders, around his neck, in his hair. I clung to him desperately with the fear that my weightlessness would make me float away. With the girly, cliché side of me overpowering my body, I let Iggy take the lead. His lips were full and the tiniest bit chapped. He skipped over the timid closed-mouth kisses and easily guided his tongue into my mouth. His hands were resting comfortably on the bare skin of my hips that had been revealed where my shirt had ridden up. He was on top of me, straddling my hips as he moved his kisses down my neck. I was only aware of our position change when a pillow hit Iggy in the head. "All that face sucking is not helping me get to sleep." I froze completely as Gazzy complained groggily. My cheeks turned red and I attempted to sit up. In complete contrast to my embarrassment, Iggy found the situation hysterical. He rolled over beside me and clutched at his sides. Laughter spilled from his mouth, its sweet sound the only thing keeping me from chastising him for our carelessness. I made a move to leave, but Iggy ceased his laughter and put an arm around my waist, keeping me by his side. "Stay," he whispered. There was a pleading tone in his voice. I looked over his head to see that Gazzy had fallen asleep.

I lay back on the pillow and pressed myself against his firm chest. He smiled and hugged me tightly. "Goodnight." He kissed the top of my head.

"Goodnight."

"Iggy," I moaned as his hands ventured higher on my torso. His kisses moved down the bare skin of my chest. Long fingers toyed with the clasp of my bra, not yet choosing to grant me what I wanted. His teeth grazed my cleavage right above the left cup. I inhaled sharply.

He moved back up to my lips, silencing my pathetic whimpers instantly. I tangled my fingers in his soft hair and he wrapped his arms securely around my waist. His touch was like fire against my bare skin.

Once again, his hands returned to the back of my bra, this time fully intending to remove it. He undid the clasp and I pulled my arms through. Before he lifted the garment from my body, I opened my eyes, expecting to see tousled hair and lust filled pupils.

Instead, I was met with comfortable warmth and uncomfortably wet panties.

My head was resting on Iggy's firm chest, arm draped over his stomach. As my initial sleepiness wore off, I realized the provocative position Iggy was in: his right arm had wrapped around my shoulder, snuggly keeping me in place. But it was his hand that had shocked me. I'm sure Iggy hadn't meant to place his hand where it was, but the mere thought of its placement was making the uncomfortable wetness greater.

Iggy's hand had slipped under the thin material of my tank top, and partially under the bra beneath it. I was relieved and disappointed that I hadn't changed into pajamas before going to sleep, because he would probably have his hand completely on my breast if I had. Because of the underwire, a few of his fingers had only made it partially onto my bare boob. Though, due to the length of the fingers, he was very close to my areola. If I shifted to the right a bit, he would be touching my nipple. The thought made me shiver. To avoid the awkward situation that would cause, I turned to my left into Iggy's warmth and let his hand slide from under my shirt.

His eyes fluttered open, the long lashes brushed gently over his cheekbones. I stared in awe as he lifted his arms and stretched away any kinks and to rid himself of sleepiness. The muscles underneath his sleeves pushed against the fabric proudly. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I'm in so deep.

"'Morning," he said groggily as he gave me a warm smile. The light shining through the window near his bed changed the colors of his eyes, his skin tone, and the shade of his hair. He looked positively golden: an Adonis with red-blonde hair and dark blue eyes full of adoration and depth.

"'Morning." He lifted the covers, but quickly smoothed them back down. "Are you 'gonna get up?" I asked, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. It was almost 6:30. I wasn't quite sure how long it took Iggy to get ready for school, (as a boy, it probably didn't take long) but I needed as much time as possible. He didn't answer, only bit his lip in sudden concentration. I shook my head in confusion, then slipped out from under the covers and swung my leg over his hips. I saw a flash of panic in his eyes mixed with a bit of embarrassment. I didn't move as I realized the source of his embarrassment: Iggy was hard. And whether it was an issue for him or not, it was definitely an issue for me as he pressed against my wetness that he, hopefully, could not feel.

I grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. His arms wrapped around my waist and held me tight, that incessant hardness pressing intoxicatingly against me. Holy shit.

I ignored the unashamed stares as I walked down the crowded hallway. I ignored the whispers and surprised expressions. They were naïve and immature, and had never experienced a real relationship. Now that the "fat girl" they had either teased or ignored for years and years was holding the hand of another outcast, they were suddenly interested.

I only paid attention to the warm fingers locked with mine. He tried to walk slow, but his long legs made me take large steps to keep a normal pace. We had such a strange rhythm, but it was perfect. I noticed that my first period class was gaining on us; I didn't want the strange rhythm to end. "I'll see you later?" I smiled.

"Most likely." He grinned and lifted my chin to kiss me chastely, bending down slightly to reach. I touched my lips softly, the taste of strong coffee and toothpaste lingering pleasantly on them. He beamed at me one last time before walking briskly down the hall, his long legs carrying him quickly. I positioned my bag more comfortably on my shoulder and walked into the classroom. Kids gave me mixed expressions, and some didn't take notice to my presence.

"And who was that?" a nearing voice said. I turned to face her. Jenna Rivers had been a very close friend for many years. We had been in band together, sitting side by side, since the sixth grade. She had been jealous of my musical prowess and big boobs, and I had been jealous of her boyfriend. In the eighth grade when Jenna had dumped her first boyfriend, someone she had claimed to "love," and exchanged him for a boy four years older, I had been startled. Startled that an eighteen year old was dating a fourteen year old, and also startled that she, a geeky, short Asian girl could get a boyfriend, and I could not. Of course, I had always been happy for Jenna and her boyfriend, who had become a close friend of mine throughout the years. They continued to be together even after he moved to Sacramento for college. But I had secretly wished that I could experience the same love she did. And finally, I was granted Iggy.

"Someone…" I answered with a grin. She ran up and hugged me, her head not even reaching my shoulder.

"Now you're the short one!" she yelled with a triumphant smile. I giggled, knowing it was true. I had teased Jenna for being so much shorter than her boyfriend, but now, I had almost doubled their height difference with Iggy. But I was fine with that.

First period dragged on and on, until I couldn't stand it. I silently took the hard cover notebook out of my bag and laid it gently on the table. The cover displayed a black treble cleft on a sketched staff. The pages were lined in fives: pages and pages of sheet music. Almost half of the book had been taken up, most pages were crossed out in big exes and squiggles. I loved composing, but I was always afraid that what I created was mediocre and ugly. No one had ever seen or heard any of my pieces. I rolled my eyes as Ms. Lopez misspelled something in French on the white board and flipped my notebook to a fresh page. I looked at the lined page blankly for a second. I blinked a few times, then almost as if taken over by the ideas running wild in my mind, I began to write. I drew in the bass cleft, and created a strong bass line before starting on new lines and writing in the melodies and harmonies. I always saved the oboe part for last, but I didn't get to it as the bell rang much too quickly. I didn't bother shoving the notebook back into my bag. I threw the rest of my books and pencils into my bag before hurrying out the door. I spied Arjoo down the hall and took bigger steps to reach her. "Have a nice night with Iggy?" she asked, grin on her face. I smiled up at her.

"Yes; thank you for asking." She waggled her eyebrows at me. I broke into uncontrolled giggles as we walked to second period.

The warm hands holding my hips firmly slowly inched their way up under my shirt. "Iggy."

He kissed me fervently, full lips intoxicating me. My hands tugged at his shirt, natural instincts possessing me. I began to lift it up over his stomach until I felt him smile against my mouth and pull back to take off the garment. "Someone's frisky today," he said with a smirk. I opened my mouth to reply with a witty remark, but was rendered speechless when his shirt came off. The chest I had imagined lay under those clothes ever since Iggy had held me a few nights ago in the kitchen became reality before my eyes. Pale skin stretched tightly over toned abs and bulging biceps. He grinned again before kissing me chastely on the lips. "Your turn."

I paused for a moment. I had only met Iggy a few days ago, and we were sliding into second base on his bed. A lot of girls at my school wouldn't have a second thought about it, but I was different. My entire life, the past five years especially, my self-esteem had been very low. I had never kissed a boy nor had a boyfriend. I had been dreaming a and hoping that one day that would change and I would find a boyfriend I would have sex with regularly. But now that I was finally granted what I had wanted, I was hesitant. I blinked a few times, making up my mind.

I pulled off my shirt and pulled Iggy down to my face, kissing him forcefully. I walked my hands up and down his chest, reveling in the hard muscle. He was so fucking sexy.

Iggy's fingers made their way to the back of my bra, reminding me fleetingly of my dream that night. He nipped at the junction of my neck and shoulder as he fiddled with the clasp of my bra. He wasn't as skilled as he was in my dream, but I wasn't complaining. I felt the bra come undone and closed my eyes as it was slipped off.

I couldn't fight off the moan that spilled from my mouth as he rubbed his thumbs against my nipples. Nudge had gone to the mall with some of her friends, Fang had taken Gazzy to a dentist appointment, and Max was lying in a hospital bed. We had all wanted to visit Max, but the doctors had permitted it due to some necessary testing they would be starting that day. My thoughts left Max and the rest of my foster family as Iggy dipped his head down to my breasts.

His hands moved across my skin carefully, as if he was taking in every detail of my upper torso. "Of course," he said, kissing just to the right of my left nipple. "You have amazing tits and I can't fucking see 'em." I laughed loudly, but was ceased when his tongue flicked against me again. I groaned, hand tangled in his hair. He began kissing his way up my chest, along my neck, until he was finally eyelevel with me. our eyes locked, and it was almost like he was seeing me. He stroked my cheek and gingerly kissed me.

"I love you, Melanie."

AN: Hey there everyone! Sorry that this took forever, yada yada, you know the usual. :P I hope you like this chapter as much as I do :) Pleeease review! Pleeease! Please? Anyways, this chapter gets a little. . . raunchy. Ahaha. I've never written anything provocative before, so i did my best!

Looove,

Melanie :)