Author's Note:

Hey guys! I recently got back my inspiration and a little bit of love back for CS so why not incorporate it into an update? :D Firstly, I just want to say thank you for the reviews! Of course, I did expect a little more but I'm lucky enough to have you guys sticking with me (:

I think this update will be a little longer than the past few, since I have more time to work on it. Okay, enjoy!

Dedicated to Samia, for helping me upload this to FF (: I lubbb you teww much, hun. –hearts-

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13

"Tonight I Love You"

-SuzieQuaKes-

"I just want to look in your eyes and see, all that you have looking back at me. I think tonight, I love you."

Drew's head lingered at the crook of my neck, placing little kisses and nipping occasionally. His lips fluttered like the wings of a butterfly and I couldn't help but sigh out in bliss with my eyes closed shut. Everything had left my head—I couldn't even focus on keeping my eyes open. My fingers raked through his silky hair as he pulled away from my neck and looked into my eyes, his hair everywhere and his shirt crumpled. I had never seen Drew look so . . . sexy as he captured my lips again. He pulled one of my legs up and around his waist as he pinned me to the wall. I felt a little heat escaping my core as my skirt hitched up and the area of my lace panties rubbed against the crotch of his pants where a growing bulge was prominent.

Oh damn, damn, damn.

"Drew." I groaned as I tugged at the bottom of his dress shirt. I wanted him—no needed him so much. His upper coat was gone, taken off in a moment of desire. Never letting his lips leave mine, his shirt was soon torn away from him, the buttons spilling everywhere. It must've been an expensive shirt but we were too caught up in each other to even care. It was tossed across the room—something unnecessary for now. My dress followed straight after as Drew's hand reached towards the back zipper. I felt a smirk against his lips and I would've been infuriated if his tongue wasn't doing me too many pleasures for me to think straight. In a moment of daring, he pulled down the zipper and the dress fell to my ankles in a soft pile of fabric.

Drew pulled away from my lips, his eyes glazing over as he looked down at me, just clad in the new red lingerie set that Molly had picked out especially for me. I felt a little bit of my consciousness return as I attempted to cover myself. At the same time, I bent my head a little so I wasn't so level with that glorious bare chest in front of me. All those chiseled abs . . . A little smirk overtook Drew's features, as if he read my mind. He lowered his head and angled it before he captured my lips again. The kiss was heated and although I desperately wanted to continue with this, I had to stop it. The stupid conscious in my head just wouldn't let me go through with it because it knew how completely wrong this was.

I should not be making out with my ex-fiancé in a hotel suite that was actually meant for him and his fiancée. Not that she was anything of the sort now but it didn't make things any less wrong. I had to pull away from his lips. As his lips fell away from mine, his eyes opened again, the bright green looking at me as if he had done something wrong. I bit my lower lip and sighed as I whispered out the words that were probably in both of our heads.

"W-we can't."

Drew looked almost embarrassed as he took a step away from me. I was immediately lowered to the ground and despite how much I missed the feeling of his lips, of his body pressed against mine, the feeling of just him—I knew that if we had continued ignoring our better judgments, it would ultimately lead to a one-night-stand that had the word 'regret' written all over it. And I didn't need any further regrets that were caused by Drew Hayden.

"You're right." He murmured and turned away from me so I couldn't see his face. I saw him walk towards his torn shirt, picking it up and tossing it onto the bed. Then he walked over to retrieve his coat. "Sorry May. I got caught up in the moment."

I bit my lip and nibbled on it as a pang entered my heart a little. Caught up in the moment? Was that all it really was for him? A spur of the moment make-out session? I swallowed and scolded myself for being so surprised at this. Of course it meant nothing to him. When did anything that had to do with me ever matter to him? I stared, lost in my thoughts, as Drew headed towards his closet to pick out another dress shirt. He turned back at me with a smirk playing on the edge of his lips. Like the past few minutes had never happened and he was back to being his old, annoying self.

"Don't just stand there in your underwear. We have a dinner to get to. I bet everyone's wondering why we're so late."

I suddenly felt angered at the way he could just return to normal like that—like we weren't just oh-so-close to mindless sex just moments earlier. I muttered some curse words under my breath as I crouched down to pick up my dress. Surely my make-up and hair was ruined. Drew had a way to just cause disasters like that. I zipped my dress up in a huff and rushed past Drew to claim the bathroom. As I passed him, I heard him remark:

"Hey, don't take as long as you did the last time. And don't try to taunt me again, May. We all know that it's you who can't resist me."

That 'effing jerk! He was acting as if he wasn't the one who had pressed me against the wall and grinded against me with his hard-on. I fought the urge to just turn around and smack him across the face and entered the huge bathroom. Closing the door with a bang, I pressed my palms against the cool marble sink and finally breathed out. Staring at my reflection in that huge oval-shaped mirror, I saw that my lips looked bruised and my neck had several little nip marks. Sighing, I opened the tap and threw cool water on my heated face.

Day One of La Rousse had certainly been interesting.

As I walked into the hotel restaurant that evening, I knew that I was wrong to judge the day by just the previous encounters. Molly stood up from the table and walked over to us with a big smile ready on her face. She looked nice, I found myself thinking. Her knee-length purple tweed dress matched her big hair that was done in a bun on top of her head. As she approached us, I observed the surroundings of the restaurant. It was dimly lit up and the live band that was on the makeshift stage was playing some kind of slow jazzy tune. Tables were filled with all different sorts of people and they looked like they were enjoying themselves. Waiters and waitresses in matching red and black outfits were scurrying about, orders in their hands.

Our table was already filled, obviously—with only two seats left for Drew and I. We were pretty late; our little lustful rendezvous had killed about twenty-minutes and the fix-up that followed afterwards took around ten. Gary smiled at me from across the table. I didn't know why this guy was still making moves towards me when I was known as Drew's . . . wife. The mere thought made my cheeks flush. I shook it away and tried to smile back at him. Well, not that I minded him flirting with me like that. He was pretty hot. And it was always fun to see Drew jealous.

"We were thinking that you two were too busy to join us!" Molly exclaimed, snapping me out of my thoughts. She ushered us to the table, motioning her hand towards the empty seats besides herself and Jonathan. "You know, being a newly married couple and all." She winked and I blushed as I waved my hands frantically.

"No, no! It's not like that . . ." I protested but Drew gripped my waist and pulled me towards him. I glared up at him but he wasn't looking at me. He looked at Molly with a smirk playing on his admittedly perfect lips.

"We just lost track of time because . . ." Drew trailed off, leaving the rest to the imaginations of those who were at the table. I knew that he really wanted this portrayal of him and me as a newly wedded couple to be realistic, but seriously? He helped me into my seat and sat down beside me without another word. Gosh, that guy could really rile me up sometimes.

The rest of the evening passed by in a blur. The smatter of conversation at the table was mainly about the adventures that they had in the past and I couldn't really add anything in. But I didn't mind. I was too preoccupied with the food anyway. The waiters delivered food that was far more scrumptious than anything that I had ever tasted. The main course of the meal, which was a huge stuffed chicken with gravy made me forget about saying anything at all. I slathered up the gravy onto the most delightful melt-in-your-mouth butter biscuits and was having the time of my life.

Drew flashed me little smirks as if to mock how I was gulping the food down. I ignored him. Dinner was soon cleared away from the table and the small blonde waitress brought in a bottle of champagne with six glasses and dessert—apple cobbler with whipped cream topping and chocolate-coated strawberries. I had my eye on the luscious-looking berries when Gary tapped onto his champagne class with a fork. Everybody's attention turned towards the brown-haired man who smiled charmingly as he stood up.

"I'd just like to make a toast. To Posy and Drew—and to our future endeavor." He raised his champagne glass. I didn't have to guess what 'future endeavor' referred to. Of course, the robbing of the casino.

Drew tugged onto my hand as we all stood and raised our glasses in a toast. The entire table smiled at us—Vanya only flashing a court nod in our direction. I felt a blush on my cheeks, not used to this kind of attention. I wondered what everybody would think once they found out that I really wasn't Posy, the daughter of their boss with the millions of riches but a small-town girl who used to be involved with Drew. Well, in a scam relationship.

I smiled nervously back at everybody and gulped down my champagne and of course being the awkward May Maple I was, started to cough as it went the wrong way. Once more, the attention was turned towards me.

"You okay there?" Jonno asked in a concerned voice and I nodded, forcing the tears out of my eyes. Drew bent to level with me and patted my back a little. As his cologne drifted up my nose, I blushed. We were a little too close for me to be comfortable. But if Drew felt the same way, he sure didn't show it. As my coughs faded and I could finally look up through my watery eyes, his endless emerald stared back at me.

The concern that was evident in his eyes was undeniable. Either he was an excellent actor or he really was worried about me. I didn't count on the latter. "Hey, you good?" He whispered down towards me and I bit my lower lip and nodded, forcing away a blush that was surely making its way onto my face.

"I-I think."

"Aw, now look at that! Andrew—the love you have for her is all over your face!" Molly gushed and I felt my blush deepen as we pulled away from each other in a hurry. I cleared my throat as I sat back down awkwardly.

"Oh come on, Molly. Just checking if she was all right." Drew answered, his tone just as awkward. Then he quickly flicked his hair as a way to regain his composure. "God only knows how much trouble she'd get into if I weren't there."

I glared up at him as he smirked back in response. Sometimes that guy just drove me nuts. "Hey!" I cried out, even sounding childish in my ears. But I didn't care. "I'm right here, you know! And I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

Drew flashed a sideway glance at me as he sipped on his champagne slowly. All cool and collected. That managed to fire me up even more. Why was he so calm when I was so infuriated? A smirk played on the edge of his lips. "Really now? You aren't proving that point too well."

Everyone at the table started to chuckle as they watched us. I let out a huff of breath in exasperation and muttered some words under my breath at him. Drew merely smirked back in response as we all started to dig into the dessert. I helped myself to a big slice of cobbler and some berries and was having a grand time thinking of insults that were directed at Drew. Just as I was having fun calling him a piefaced jerk-head, Molly announced something that caught my attention.

"I got in contact with George." She said, in a voice that sounded more serious than she had ever sounded. At the sound of his name, everybody hushed down and looked towards her. George? I found my thoughts stray away from insulting Drew. Not that I was thinking of any good insults anyway. I mean—seriously? A piefaced jerk-head? I shook my head at myself before coming back down to reality. George was Posy's father. And he was the only one—aside from Drew and I—who knew that I was not Posy. Did he tell Molly?

"He told me that he has some other important matters to take care of and that he wants this mission to be done as soon as possible. We start planning, first thing tomorrow. I want all of you to have your disguises ready by tonight." She sounded different from the cheerful Molly that I knew as she instructed us. I found myself thinking that it was odd to be discussing plans to rob a casino in the middle of the hotel restaurant, but as I looked around me, I saw that nobody was really interested in our conversation. Amidst the music playing, people chattering and the tinker of silverware, Molly's voice was droned out.

"Usually we have a couple of weeks to plan." Vanya said in a hushed voice. She played with the edges of the crystal champagne cup and looked at Molly with her serious ice-blue eyes. Molly nodded in response.

"I know. But George wants this to be over by this weekend. This will no longer be a two-week trip. We want to get it done by Saturday. Our planning will take around 3 days. The rest of the two days will be our days of action." The purple-haired woman shrugged her shoulders, looking pained. "That's what he wants and we have to listen to him."

The rest of the table grumbled back in response and I felt myself drifting away again. We would be really robbing this casino in three days. A little jitter of nervousness mixed with excitement rushed through my heart. And then I realized something that Molly had said. Disguises by tonight. Disguises. I was to be Sierra Ersatz by tonight. And that meant . . .

Dying my hair.

"Oh my God, no!"

I was shrieking loud enough for the entire hotel to hear. I wouldn't be surprised if people started knocking down our door, thinking that it was some sort of killer on the loose. Of course, it was none of that sort. It was worse. Not that anybody would understand. They would only label me as insane if they saw how much I was freaking out by such a small thing. It was only Drew.

Drew holding up a bottle in his hands with a smirk that lighted up his eyes. A bottle that was marked 'L'Oreal Semi-Permanent Hair Dye'. The color was charcoal black and a girl laughing as she tilted her own head of 'charcoal black' was on the cover of the paper box. Oh, this was so not happening.

We had returned to our suites after the dinner and after changing into pajamas, I was getting ready to hit the sack. Yawning and rubbing my eyes, I was making my way to claim the big rose-petal-scattered bed. Drew could sleep on the couch for all I cared. But of course, he had to stop me by holding up a bottle of hair-dye with a grin that was similar to a Cheshire cat. That bastard. He was holding the bottle as if he were taunting me as he swayed it in front of my face.

"Come on, May. It's only hair dye."

"I am not—I repeat, not—dying my hair!"

I squealed and then ran past him to the dressing table. Grabbing a baseball cap, I placed it quickly on top of my head as a means to protect my lovely shade of brown. I knew that I was acting foolish and I knew from the moment that Drew told me I was to be Sierra Ersatz that this was inevitable but I simply couldn't bear the thought of ruining my hair with some disgusting dye. Even if it was semi-permanent.

Drew started to laugh at me as he approached me, still holding the bottle. I backed into the table as he approached closer and closer. "Come on, May." He repeated, his emerald green eyes shining like two jewels. I could tell that he was having a total ball from seeing me squirm like that. "You heard Molly. We have to be disguised by tomorrow."

"N-no." I could only whisper, as he was so close to me that I could smell his peppermint breath. Drew looked down at me with a smirk. He was so enjoying himself. I took a deep breath and pushed him back slightly and then scurried to the other end of the room.

"May!" The green-haired man groaned, sounding more exasperated than amused. He rolled his eyes as he turned towards to face me. "Are you going to go and dye your hair or not? We don't have time in the morning!"

"What about you?" I retorted, huffing and blowing up my bangs. I crossed my arms over the chest of my silk nightie that Molly had picked for me. "As far as I know, you have to be Nathanial Blue. You have to dye your hair brown, remember?"

Drew shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant look. He started to take steps towards me again. "Tell you what. You dye your hair black and I'll dye mine brown. Fair, right?"

I frowned and grumbled words under my mouth. I knew that there was no way to escape this. Sighing, I knew that I had to give in. I walked towards him, grabbing the bottle of hair-dye from his hands. Then I stormed into the bathroom. Once I reached inside, I opened the bottle, taking out the instructions and read them over before preparing the dye mixture and bending over at the sink to squirt it onto my hair.

Goodbye beautiful brown locks.

"I hate you."

I grumbled as I walked out of the bathroom an hour later, my new hair already blow-dried. I pulled the towel over my shoulder and scowled at Drew, only to have it replaced by fits of giggles. Drew was sitting on the couch, rubbing a towel slowly through his hair. I gaped in utter surprise as I saw how his hair was . . . brown. It was a funny sight to even think about when he showed me the ID cards and now here he was. His hair as brown as how mine was before this stupid dye had turned in black.

"Love you too." He murmured back in response and stood up, rolling his green eyes at how I was laughing so hard. I gripped onto the wooden railing of the bed, my stomach still heaving with laughter. "Seriously May—you don't look all too pretty either. But since when did you ever?"

I stuck my tongue out back at him in response, wiping my teary eyes. "Oh, I'm starting to think this disguise thing isn't such a bad thing after all." I heaved myself onto the soft bed and sighed in content. The sheets felt smooth against my skin as I closed my eyes in bliss. I was tired and worn out from that long day in La Rousse.

I heard the patting of feet as Drew flicked off the lights and I suddenly sat up in bed as Drew climbed into bed beside me. My eyes wide, I couldn't help the blush that formed onto my face. "Y-You're sleeping here?" I didn't know how I would feel about sharing a bed with my ex that I might still be in love with for the next five days. Drew smirked at me as he flicked his now brown hair that was falling across his face. I found myself thinking that despite how funny it looked—the green looked so much better. It was just him. The signature of Drew Hayden.

"I don't plan on sleeping on that couch, May." His eyes twinkled as he lay himself down on the other side of the huge bed. "If you don't want to sleep here, you can very well take the couch."

I bit and nibbled on my lower lip and blew my black bangs up. I really didn't want to sleep on the couch. As comfortable as it looked, I was sure that I would wake up to find my entire body very sore. And if Drew was going to be such a jerk and sleep beside me, then I shouldn't care either. "I was here first." I protested but Drew just shrugged his shoulders. His bright green eyes drooped down and closed shut.

"Just sleep, May. I'm too tired to be arguing with you."

I stared at his handsome face for a second. He looked peaceful, his eyes closed and his hair falling softly across his forehead. My heart softened and I didn't say anything as I lay down again, taking care to move a little further away from Drew. But although I was facing the other way, I could still smell his aftershave and the thought of being so close to him made my heart beat up ten times faster.

"Drew?" I whispered out into the darkness. His name sounded so comfortable to tumble out of my mouth. I couldn't believe that I was beside him again. Here he was, sleeping beside me in a hotel suite in La Rousse. It was all like some twisted dream come true. All of those days that I spent, cherishing that old wedding dress and missing his presence were finally gone. And I couldn't bear the thought that I was going to be away from him again in five days after this mission was complete.

"Yeah, May?" Drew replied, indicating that he was still awake. His voice sounded deeper and more mysterious in the silence that fell over the huge room. I felt a teardrop roll down my cheek, as I couldn't help but feel that I was losing him again. Here he was, so close to me, yet I felt like it was all just a magical illusion that would fade away in a few days. It was almost like trying to keep a snowflake from melting, a bubble from popping.

"I-I'm really glad that you're here." I finally managed to say and kept a sob down in my throat. It was so bittersweet. Despite how much of an arrogant jerk he was, I knew that it was undeniable how much he meant to me.

I heard the sound of him breathing out and I glanced at him over my shoulder, to see his sparkling green eyes glistening in the darkness.

"Me too, May. Me too."

Author's Note:
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