Hey! It's been a while again, and I'm sorry, I just haven't had the energy and right now, school has to be prioritized.

But my junior year (I think it translates to that in the american system, it's year two out of three in the swedish "gymnasium") is almost over - only four days of school left! Then it's time for senior year and that's when shit goes down, so to say.

Well, next chapter - yay! - and also, I have a little note to direct you to my first - "published" - original story, which has a lot of references to this story, however it's translated into my own take - leaving out the magic, unfortunately - with my own characters and ideas. But I think you'll find that there are some of Reid and some of Mel present, or at least their traits! Go check it out, why don't you? ;)

(it won't let me give the complete link, but it's on wattpad, just enter the site and search my username: kimiiehkitty - alternatively enter the story's name: The Troublemaker)

On with the story! This is sort of a filler chapter, but I think it has some Mel/Reid adorableness - if that wasn't a word before, it is now - and hopefully you'll like it! ;)

xx

Chapter 10
Misty landscapes and grabby boys

When I woke up I was surrounded by mist. It covered me like a heavy comforter, swallowing everything in a soft, pleasant glow. It was somehow relaxing, but right this second I couldn't care less.

The image of the three feathers had burned itself to my vision and no amount of blinking could get rid of it. I desperately wanted to find out where I was, because, let's face it, this couldn't be the afterlife, could it? Well, all the white and the constant glowing would suggest so. Seriously, Mel, get a grip, you can't be dead! Oh, and where's your shirt?

Getting up slowly the mist sort of folded itself around my body, and if I remained on my knees it covered my boobs - that's one problem less. Next problem was that I couldn't walk around, unless I crawled. And never was I ever going to crawl around anywhere.

With a sigh I got to my feet and immediately regretted it.

"Well, well, look who it is."

"Shut up, idiot."

"Nice rack," Reid smirked, his eyes lingering on my boobs.

Quickly covering them by crossing my arms - knowing I practically shoved them up in his face - I glared at him. "Thank you. Where the hell am I and why the heck are you here?"

The smirk never faltered. "Heaven, baby, and obviously you find me so sexy you just had to dream me up. You just couldn't die without finally letting me fuc-"

"Stop it right there, moron," I hissed, on the verge of slapping him. But if I did that, of course, I'd have to let my boobs go. "This isn't a time for any funny business."

"I think it's the perfect time, really." He strode towards me, nonchalantly, his hands deep in his pockets. I caught a whiff of his scent and I couldn't keep the goosebumps from rising on my arms. His smirk seemed to seep into his eyes, meaning the power of three smirks were now in my face. Dear God, why? "You're already halfway there, aren't you?" His eyes shifted to my cleavage and he raised an eyebrow. "Drop your arms."

"Don't try to order me around, Garwin, I'm not your pet."

"Hm..." His eyes shifted to meet mine briefly, before dropping to rest on my lips.

"Don't you dare."

"Drop your arms."

"Fuck off."

He moved so quickly I didn't have any time to react. His lips crashed onto mine, craving a response I was all but dying to give. Our lips moved together in perfect harmony, his tongue violating my mouth, his hands moving down the lengths of my arms, grabbing my elbows and trying to pry my arms away from my chest. I almost let him, but my mind still seemed to be able to work with what little capacity it had left.

"Drop them," Reid breathed against my lips, and I swallowed harshly and shook my head.

"No."

"Please," he mumbled, his hands digging into my hair, travelling down my neck, over my bare shoulder blades, down my back and finally stopping in the small of it, tugging me harshly against his body. My arms were still in between us and his fingers started slowly caressing them again. "You show me yours, I'll show you mine."

I let out a breathy laugh, shaking my head slightly. "I might have, if I hadn't known how eager you'd be to come through."

"Oh, I'm so eager, babe, can't you feel it?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, making him smirk devilishly. "I'm pretty sure I can, mister."

"If you move your arms, you could be certain," he winked, earning an eyeroll. "Please, Mel, this might be your last chance."

After having handed out yet another eyeroll - my eyeballs were starting to hurt - I took a decent look around - and almost choked on my breath.

We were there! In the dream! How the heck could we be in the dream? This was so much unlike it, it shouldn't be possible! What was this really?

"Why are we here? This isn't right," I whispered, a slight waver to my voice.

"I don't know, it's kind of- Hold on, you know this place?" His eyes were on the verge of popping out of his skull. When I didn't answer him, he continued. "Have you had that dream too, Mel?"

Releasing my breath I met his gaze and nodded slightly, my teeth in my lip. If I was going to die, I might as well fess up.

To my shock, Reid didn't start to accuse me of being a manipulative bitch or anything, instead he just looked at me, before his lips yet again crashed into mine. This time he wasn't as forceful - he was almost relieved - and his arms didn't try to pry mine away from my chest, instead they cradled my head.

This sudden gentleness, passion, or whatever sort of feeling it was, was so new to me - especially since it came from Reid Garwin - that I lost every train of thought. My hands gently cradled his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against my palm.

"I want you," he mumbled against my mouth, effectively breaking the trance.

Groaning, I tried to step away from him, but he wouldn't let me. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me even closer to him, squashing my hands between us. "No, Reid, I don't feel like it."

"You're panting," he pointed out.

"So what if I'm panting, there's a time and a place for everything, and this is neither!"

Reid groaned and frowned, giving the impression he had given up. But then his eyes lit up mischievously and his signature smirk was back in place. "Can I atleast touch them?" he asked, giving my boobs an indication.

I gaped at him, flustered. After a couple of minutes - and him staring at said place - I realized he wasn't going to give up and I just shrugged, letting my arms drop to my sides. His eyes lit up as a child on christmas and his smirk deepened as he let his hands wander up my body - one after the other - until his fingertips gently grazed my skin. It was almost a tickling sensation and I was on the verge of gasping, until his hands grew more demanding.

After he had fondled my chest for a couple of minutes I sighed and tried to break the spell.

"Why are we here?"

His eyes met mine, but his hands didn't move. "Well, you're unconscious and I am sleeping, so I guess we just sort of met halfway." He shrugged.

"Okay, then how do we get out of here?"

Another shrug.

"Reid."

"What?"

"Get your mind out of the gutter and try to help figure this out." He pouted. Reid Garwin actually pouted. My heart started racing, and from the grin on his face, he noticed.

"If I get you into your own body, or whatever, will you sleep with me?"

This guy... I rolled my eyes but nodded, not having the energy to argue with him.

The smile that flashed on his lips was priceless, making me almost want to repeat this conversation - it was adorable - and looking down on his hands, he sighed and reluctantly moved them. His eyes were still trained on my chest, however.

"It's a shame to let this opportunity go to waste, but it's for a good cause." He winked at me and stepped back, giving me a once over. "I'll get the guys to help fix this. See you in no time."

He gave me another smile and then he was gone.

Swallowed by the mist.