Author's Note: Hello all! As I said before, I think the last chapter did what it was supposed to in terms of summing up the story as far as plot is concerned. This last installment is really nothing more than a cute, sexy little something that I could not help but add even after I had "finished" writing the story. I hope you enjoy, and a big thank you to everyone who has followed, favorited, or left me wonderful words of encouragement. I am hoping to begin working on some sort of companion piece written from Jem's point of view, though I can't make any promises about the progress of that story as I haven't even started it yet lol. Anyhow, this story has been a pleasure to share - please enjoy!

Will spent another frustrating night listening intently for any sound from Jem's bedroom, but was disappointed this time around to hear only silence. He drifted into a fitful slumber and his dreams were filled with silver eyes and the flash of pale skin and a voice that kept taunting, over and over, saying: "If you take me to your bed now…"

When finally he woke, it was to the realization that the room across the hall was no longer silent. Jem was awake, and playing his violin. Quite violently, as a matter of fact… Jem's songs were usually sweet lingering things, or else lovely sad things, occasionally love songs. But this … this was harsh and it made Will breathless just to hear it. The notes were short and desperate and they met no resolution, only crescendo after failed crescendo, until Jem hit a sour note and left it.

Will smiled and slipped silently out of bed. He did not bother to put on a dressing gown, but crossed the hall in nothing but his pajamas. He entered without knocking. Jem was pacing back and forth across the room, aggressively rubbing rosin into the bow of his beloved instrument. Will watched the thing go violently back and forth through his palm and winced.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Jem actually dropped his bow. "Will!"

"You might take better care of that, as it seems your only method of relieving … stress."

Jem picked up his bow with a huff and placed it on the bed next to his abandoned violin. "And you might knock before barging into a gentleman's room at night."

"No barging would be necessary if certain gentlemen were not attempting to wake the dead with their predawn composing."

Jem hummed thoughtfully. "That bad?"

"You couldn't tell? You were the one playing."

"I never think when I play," Jem sighed, "That's why I play."

Will smiled and took the liberty of moving into Jem's room and closing the door behind him; Jem watched his every step.

"Well, ordinarily," Will said, "I'm the only one sleeping in this wing of the house, and I have no objections. But you do currently have a guest next door. Do you not think it might be better to let him sleep?"

Jem put his head in his hands and groaned. "Ugh. I forgot about Nan…"

Will raised an eyebrow. "You forgot about Nan?"

Jem looked sideways at Will, "I've been distracted," he said pointedly, and Will couldn't tell if he sounded playful or miserable or a combination of both.

"Well perhaps he's slept through it," Will said, trying for reassuring.

"I'm sure he hasn't. He's just too polite to object."

Will shrugged his shoulders and looked out Jem's window. "It's near enough to dawn, anyhow. No use going back to bed now."

"You'll not try for more sleep? I promise to keep it down."

"No rest for the wicked," Will grinned, and Jem rolled his eyes.

There was a moment of silence then. It wasn't awkward, necessarily – they were far too close to ever let any awkwardness come between them. But it wasn't comfortable, either…

"Will, I-"

"Jem, when-"

They both laughed, and Jem said: "Please, you first."

"No no, it wasn't of the least importance," Will protested. "You go."

Jem swallowed. "I- I just wanted to ask…because I know last night was a bit of a blur. I just … I don't want you to think I would ever hold you to anything you said. You had been drinking, and it had been an emotional day … for both of us. I just … if you're having second thoughts-"

Will didn't let Jem finish, but met him where he stood near the window. He didn't stop when he got there, either, but kept on until Jem was forced to retreat, until Jem's back hit the wall, until they were nose to nose…

"No second thoughts," Will said, and closed the distance between them.

At the feel of Will's lips, Jem did not hesitate to take hold of Will's shoulders, to pull him closer.

Will brought his hands up to hold Jem's face so that Jem was perfectly imprisoned between his hands, the wall, and his mouth.

Jem moaned almost immediately at Will's eagerness and the glorious way the other boy's body seemed to radiate heat at every place where it touched his own.

And Will sympathized. He felt Jem press his hips forward and took the opportunity to slip his knee between Jem's knees.

"Will…" Jem whispered, "Oh-oh God…"

The sound of Jem's voice inflamed Will yet further, and he groaned as he moved his mouth from Jem's face to his neck, to his shoulders. He pried the fabric of Jem's pajamas away from his skin with fingers that trembled. He could feel Jem watching the top of his head as he kissed his way along Jem's newly exposed flesh; he could feel Jem's hands scrabbling for purchase at the back of his shirt; he could feel Jem breathing in his hair. He bit down and Jem's breath caught. He sucked and Jem's hips thrust forward again. He nuzzled at Jem's neck and Jem's head fell back in ecstasy.

Neither could ever know how far they might have gone had not someone knocked on the door at that very inopportune moment. But Will startled and Jem jumped back, looking adorably flustered with a healthy blush and a little love bite turning a pretty purple on his collarbone…

"C-come in!"

Nan – of course it was bloody Nan – peaked in, clad in a dressing gown and looking completely composed. Will wondered bitterly if he ever looked anything less than perfect. He seemed to take in both boys for a moment before asking Jem a question in quick Mandarin.

Jem answered back, trying not to look too obvious despite the fact that his pajama top was crooked and his pajama bottoms were sitting far too low on his hips…

Nan looked once at Will, and Will grinned wickedly despite having no idea what the two Chinese boys were discussing. Jem rolled his eyes and said something to reassure Nan. His voice, however, was just the slightest bit uneven and Will swelled with pride at the fact that he had done that…

But Nan seemed at ease and disappeared back around the corner, closing the door behind him.

Jem fell back on the bed and groaned. Will joined him immediately, feeling giddy with lack of sleep and illicit kisses. "Well he had better know who your parabatai is now," he half-joked, secretly feeling on top of the world with the knowledge that Jem was his and that Jem had always been his and that Jem always would be his.

Jem laughed and Will watched the way his entire face seemed to light up with the same heavenly silver light that had touched his hair and eyes. "He did hear me playing," Jem explained, "he just wanted to make sure I was okay."

Will scoffed. "I don't care if he heard the London Philharmonic – he has no business in your bedroom."

"He was just being thoughtful, Will."

"If that's what you call it," Will nuzzled at Jem's shoulder, just so that they both knew that he was kidding.

Jem chuckled, humming deep in his throat. "For love is strong as death," he mused, "and jealousy cruel as the grave."

"How romantic," Will teased.

"Oh," Jem said after a moment, serious again, "What was it you were going to say before?"

Will leaned up and bit playfully at Jem's ear. "Before I was so rudely interrupted?"

Jem giggled and pulled his shoulder up to his ear, trying to ward Will off. "Yes," he laughed, "before that."

Will threw an arm across Jem's chest and kissed his shoulder. "I was going to ask you when Nan was leaving."

Jem sighed, though there was humor in his voice. "He's only just arrived, Will."

"Yes," Will agreed, "but then you told me you wouldn't let me touch you until he left. Now I need to know when he will leave."

Jem brought his hand up to where Will's was resting on his chest. He interlaced their fingers. "You're touching me now," he said softly.

Will raised himself up onto his elbow and looked down on Jem, a smirk on his lips and a darkness in his eyes. "Oh Jem," he said, "don't play the innocent. It doesn't suit you. It may have, once. But not now."

Jem licked his lips and refused to back down from Will's piercing gaze. "What is so different now?" he challenged.

Will dipped to kiss Jem's nose, then his cheek, then his jaw, then his neck. He bit down on the place where he had already left a mark, and Jem sucked in a breath. Will felt the body beneath his tense in anticipation and he raised his lips up to Jem's ear: "That's so different," he whispered. "Everything is different, now that I know I can make you do that…"

Jem shivered, though he smiled. "This all seems a little one-sided. Yesterday you weren't able to form coherent sentences. How-"

"Yesterday I was so jealous I couldn't see straight," Will corrected.

"Hmmmmm," Jem replied, which really clarified very little. He watched Will carefully, and Will felt oddly exposed. He did not have any warning, either, when Jem clasped the back of his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. And it was different this time – neither greedy nor desperate. It was slow, and willful. Jem used his lips to push Will's open, let his tongue move lazily against Will's, tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of Will's head.

This time it was Will who moaned and Jem turned his face to the side when he heard it, bright and boyish delight on his face.

Will did not let the loss of Jem's lips halt his kiss, but kept kissing, leading a sloppy trail down Jem's throat and all the way to his collarbone. He moaned a second time to feel the powder-fine skin there and Jem turned back to nuzzle his nose into Will's curls. "Will…" he whispered, half plea and half chastisement. "Will … we can't …"

Will shook his head fervently and kept kissing.

Jem ran his fingers through Will's hair, kept saying his name, kept gently pushing him away until finally Will groaned against Jem's chest and let his head fall back to the bed. "Ugh," he said, feeling on fire, "When in God's name is Nan leaving?!"