Sorry everyone, I usually try to update at least once a week, but well, the holidays and life in general, right now. Ugh. This has been in the drafts from almost a week now. I've been tweaking it here and there, but getting kind of tired of messing with it.

Warnings: Oral sex. Erotic fantasies involving a minor. If you take issue with either of those things, well I don't know how you've read thus far, to be honest. Anyway, on to the story...

Kevin shut Heather's door and went around getting in on the driver's side. She had pulled out some tissues from her clutch and did her best to clean up the smeared makeup from her face. Her bawling had reduced to sporadic sniffles, but she didn't look at him.

It was obvious from her ridged posture, she was ill at ease. He knew it must have been unnerving to have some giant of man forcing her into his car. He couldn't hold that against her. He hoped for her sake, if she were ever in a situation where she was truly threatened, she would have the gumption to fight back. He knew she loved music so he turned the radio on to a low hum to soothe her as he pulled out onto the roadway.

After a minute or so of silence, she spoke to him in a low murmur, "T-thank you."

"You go it, little one. It's no problem," he glanced at her momentarily and even though she didn't look at him, she sensed his gaze upon her, causing her to redden as she bit her lip. The silence fell between them once more, but he could feel her studying him now, through the curtain of ebony hair. Another couple of minutes passed and he asked, "Something bothering you?"

To his surprise, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, her green eyes trained upon him. "Why are you always so kind to me?"

Her inquisition caught him off guard a little. It was the first time he had heard her speak with any sense of conviction and she regarded him almost suspiciously. "What? As opposed to being an asshole?" he asked sardonically.

"I-no, I only meant-I'm sorry…" she muttered as her face glowed like fire.

Kevin frowned at the discouraged expression on her face. "I know my reputation precedes me. You don't exactly get anywhere in this business without making a couple enemies. After over ten years in this business, everyone's got an opinion, so you're not really telling me anything I don't already know."

Her gaze had not left him for several moments. "I think most people are wrong," she said softly. "You have always shown great regard toward me. And you care for your friends with an unwavering loyalty. I don't think you can be such a bad person on that basis." She averted her eyes now, her face aflame after the confession unexpectedly tumbled off her tongue.

Kevin chuckled at her bashful innocence, yet there was a pang inside his chest after her word. If he was one of the nicer guys she knew, something was surely amiss. He knew he was a prick, never the less, he wasn't going to admit that to her. He hadn't meant to lead her into any misconception, and she was a little too naive to be tangled up in this seedy business. That prospect worried him. Like why the hell her so-called "friends" though it was a good idea to drag her out to that club in the first place?

"So, what made you think you needed to go out partying tonight?" he asked of her.

A nervous laugh escaped her lips. "You know, I haven't the slightest inclination," she shook her head and the small grin that played on her lips was like her tiny hand reaching out and squeezing his heart right inside his chest. He had seen just about every emotion dance across her lovely face (save raging anger, something he wasn't sure she was capable of) but her smile suited her best of all. "Sibling rivalry, I suppose. I feel so foolish." She dropped her head.

As quickly as the smile came, it faded and Kevin gathered it had something to do with an argument she had with her sister. "You're not foolish," he told her. "You're just a kid trying to have fun. As you should, but fake IDs and getting into clubs illegally is not the way to go."

"Have no fear. I am never setting foot in a place like that again in my life," Heather vowed.

Kevin chuckled at her. "Well, you might want to someday when you don't have to forge an ID with some ugly hag. But at least I know I don't have to be concerned for now." He wanted to bite his tongue. Was it really any of his concern? Certainly, he wasn't going to leave her crouched in the corner, bawling her eyes out, but it really wasn't his place to look out for her. Yet, somehow or other it seemed her issues always fell into his lap.

He was pulled from his thoughts when a small gasp escaped her full lips. "This is a great song!" she exclaimed. Without a second thought, she grabbed the dial and cranked up the volume. Eddies Money's "Take Me Home Tonight" poured from the speakers. Only moments later did her poise return to her as her continence flared again.

Grinning with amusement, Kevin glanced at her. He didn't think he had ever seen her so animated. Unfortunately, that too was snuffed out when she shrunk back inside herself. "I'm sorry," she whispered, turning the music down and faced the window.

"It is awkward isn't it?" he spoke but she remained facing the window. "But it's not as awkward as shooting riods into another man's ass."

She stared at him with an expression of shock. "I-is that supposed to comfort me? Because it most certainly does not!"

"You are smiling," he teased.

"No, I am not," she said, battling the smirk from spreading on her face. "That is utterly appalling," she remarked.

"So, you're saying you find me appalling?" Kevin goaded her with a grin.

Heather was having difficulty forming a coherent sentence. "N-n-no! I, uh…" She was like a bird with ruffled feathers.

"Relax, little girl. I'm messing with you," he chuckled, watching her face relax.

They arrived at the hotel, pulling into the parking lot. Kevin pulled up to the door so she wouldn't have to walk through the parking lot in the dark. Heather found herself wishing the ride had taken longer, for some reason. "Well, I thank you. I am greatly appreciative of all you have done for me. I shall try to be less of a burden to you in the future.

Kevin shook his head and grinned, "Don't mention it."

He stretched across her body and opened the door for her. Her stomach gave an odd flutter as his muscular form brushed passed her.

She went to exit the vehicle but was halted by the seat belt that was still in place. Her face ignited.

Kevin reached over nonchalantly and pressed the release button to unfasten it. "Accursed retainment apparatus," he mused, assuming she likely would have uttered something along those lines, had she had her wits about her.

Heather merely nodded and muttered a word of thanks. Then, she made a hasty exit, scurrying swiftly into the hotel.

He watched her until she disappeared from his sight completely. Sweet kid. Too sweet to be tangled up in all this bullshit. Despite all of that, those lovely, bright eyes maintained their innocence, laced with an unwavering wonder. He hoped she maintained that, because this business was a dark, sordid, fucked up beast.

Alone with his thoughts, he suddenly realized he had left Kid at the club and that he was supposed to be meeting up with Scarlett still. "Fuck," he grumbled as she shifted into drive and headed back to the club.

Returning to the club, the assholes had charged him for entrance, again. He knew it was bullshit. You don't soon forget a seven-foot motherfucker. He shoved the money at them, along with a few choice expletives and a finger. All he wanted was to collect his friend.

Left to his own devices, Kid did what anyone would expect. He drank himself silly. Kev found him on the floor near the bar, rolling with laughter. "Alright, ups-a-daisy," Kevin said as he pulled Kid from the floor. He helped Kid out of the club and into the car. He really didn't know what would become of these dudes had he not been there to look after their asses all these years.

Getting to the hotel, he brought Kid to his room, making sure he got to bed like a child. He loved his buddies, but damn it if he got tired of being everyone's babysitter.

He was ready to hit the sack. He hadn't heard from Scarlett and he really didn't give a damn. As he approached his room, however, he noticed her waiting outside. Shocking as it may be, he really wasn't in the mood to fuck. But since she was here, he supposed a blow wouldn't hurt.

"There you are," she said in an exasperated tone, flipping her bleach blonde hair. "I went to the club, but Kid said you left all of a sudden." She fixed her cool gray eyes on him.

Kevin opened his mouth to tell her that she didn't have the privilege to call Sean by that name, but he let it go. "I was giving a ride to…" he thought for a moment, "a friend," he said for lack of a better term and explanation.

"Oh," Scarlett said, nonchalantly, though jealousy flashed in her eyes momentarily. "I don't suppose this friend gave you a little piece in return, did they? No matter. You know I can rock your world better than her." Her ruby painted lips grinned coyly as she ran a finely manicured blood, red nail down his chest.

Kevin inhaled sharply. Scarlett's insinuation sent a strange shudder throughout his body. He started to protest in defense that it wasn't anything like that, but that was none of her concern. He didn't need to explain shit. "You want to do this or what?" he groused, running low on patience.

She gave a small laugh. "Well, why don't you open the door and let us in, Big Sexy?"

He tried not to scowl at her as he opened the door. Sure, he came up with the nickname and he dubbed it on himself but honestly, it got to be pretty lame when women tried to use it as a means of flattery all the damn time. He turned on the light and they entered the room.

Scarlett sat on the bed and proceed to remove her high heels. Ordinarily, Kevin would have told her to keep them on as leverage for the height difference, but the only orifice he was sticking it in tonight was the one she kept flapping.

"Where is Scotty tonight? Does he not like me anymore?" She pouted as she unbuckled the strap of her shoe.

"How should I know? I'm not his damn keeper." Nash grumbled. The fact was, he did know, of course. Scott had taken his little rebel to see a movie. He tried to tell his friend what an awful idea that was, but he wasn't having it. At any rate, he certainly wasn't going to divulge any of this to Scarlett. Nash felt guilty to a certain extent. He didn't take pride in have the sore attitude with her that he did, but some of these broads just didn't understand you couldn't turn a rat into a housewife. "You're here with me anyway, right?" his tone softened. He sat down beside her and she smiled up at him.

Heather had just stepped out of the shower after scrubbing the makeup off her face. She was still a little shaken from her experience at the club and she regretted her poor judgment. She threw on a pair of pajama bottoms and an oversized tee-shirt, then began brushing the tangles from her cascading tendrils. She winced when the brush caught a nasty snag. Her hair was always getting tangled way too easily and felt beyond manageable at times. She paused. Kevin Nash has lovely hair. It looks so luxurious and sleek to the touch and it looks quite agreeable on him, Heather pondered. She felt the heat rise up in her cheeks. What kind of freak wonders after the condition of other's hair? How could she allow musings so preposterous to run arrantly through her conscience?

As she finished combing out her hair there was a knock at the door. Was that her father? She dismissed her assumption. He would not knock. Nor would Rev. Speaking of which, she hoped Rev would make her way back prior to their father, for her sake.

She heard he knocking repeat and realized there was no one to answer the door. She frowned and let out a sigh. Grudgingly, she began the approach the door. She attempted to gaze through the peephole, but her stature was working against her. "H-who is it?" she called in a cautious tone.

"It's Amy. Open up!" the voice responded from the other side.

Recognizing her friend's voice, she moved the chain lock and unlatched the bolt to open the door.

No sooner than the door was open a couple of feet, Amy threw her arms around her young friend, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. "Thank God!" Amy breathed "Heather what happened? We were so worried. We looked for you everywhere, but you were just gone. Matt and Jeff are out riding around looking for you. We were completely freaking out. I thought some had kidnapped you, or you were dead in a gutter somewhere!"

Amy babbled on and Heather questioned for a fleeting moment if they were really so concerned with her welfare or if it was the wrath of her father they feared. After it passed, guilt settled into her stomach. How could she think so ill of her friends? When she saw the tears flowing down Amy's cheeks, she was more so contrite.

"Why would you disappear on us like that? Amy questioned.

"I'm sorry," Heather whispered. "I couldn't locate you and I just wanted to get out of there."

"How did you get back?"

Heather hesitated a moment, not wanting to meet the older woman's eyes. "I- I called a taxi." She loathed being dishonest to her friend, but there was a portion of her that didn't want to be forthcoming about her encounter with the long-haired giant, for obvious reasons, in addition to motives she couldn't quite understand.

"Why didn't you answer your phone? I must have called you three dozen times.".

Heather's gaze wandered to her cell phone laying on the nightstand, the exact place she had left it when she had phoned Amy earlier in the evening. "I had forgotten it. I called the taxi from the phone behind the bar," she fabricated another fib before Amy could inquisition her further. She averted her eyes, feeling so contrite she had the momentary urge to confess the truth to her friend.

Amy exhaled deeply. "I'm just so relieved you're safe. Next time do not leave the room without your cell phone, understood? It's very important," Amy stated firmly.

Heather nodded. It was rather bizarre to witness wild child, Amy Dumas assuming such a maternal role. This was the young woman who lived her life spur of the moment and could be considered somewhat erratic. She had moved from her mother's home and was living on her own at Heather's age. She had rented a room in someone's basement in the DC area. This was also the woman who decided, on a whim, to pack up and go to Mexico because she wanted to learn to wrestle. To Heather, she was fearless and the younger girl couldn't help but be lost briefly in admiration.

"Promise me, Heather," Amy commanded, pulling her from her musings.

"I promise," Heather murmured.

"Good," Amy hugged her once more. "I'm going to call Matt and Jeff and tell them you're ok. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Heather replied, before shutting the door.

"Oh shit," Nash groaned as he closed his eyes and threw his head back. He reveled in the physical pleasure that was flowing through him under Scarlett's ministrations. If there was one positive thing to be said about Scarlett, it was that she had the ability to suck a golf ball out of a garden hose.

In response, Scarlett made a muffled sound around his dick as she took more of him in. With each stroke, he disappeared into her, little by little. Her head bobbed up and down and eventually, she had swallowed him whole.

"Fuck yeah," Nash grunted and tangled his hand into her bleach blonde locks.

"Oh yeah. You fuckin' like that, don't you?" she asked coyly, substituting her hand in place of her mouth, momentarily.

"Keep suckin' baby," he replied as he forced himself back into her hot, wet mouth. She took him happily with enthusiastic vigor. Her head undulated quicker as the suction increased in response to his groans of pleasure. It almost made him feel remorseful that he was going to boot her out once he had shot his load deep within her throat, which she would greedily accept.

He edged closer to release with each passing second. Scarlett could feel his member swelling between her lips as he was heading towards an explosion. She was quite proud of herself. She knew none of those other bitches could please any of them like she did. That's why they kept coming back to her. Staring upward, her eyes fixed on him, relishing in the pleasure that registered on his face.

His gaze wandered downward and their eyes locked. Her cool grey eyes were asserted upon him and he stared back at them with burning intensity.

Unexpectedly, a pair of emerald orbs, two precious gems, emerged within his mind's eye. He growled low in his throat, inviting the image. His breath came out in heavy pants as those sparkling green eyes danced inside his head. "Yes, that's it, baby. Oh, fuck!" he spoke in a low, gravelly voice, forcing the young woman's head down over him. As he closed his eyes, the countenance in his head slowly materialized, gracing his inner vision with a visage of timid virtue that was so delighted to gratify him. The alluring illustration was driving him further to the edge.

Just as he was on the verge of erupting into a massive explosion, Kevin's eyes snapped open and the horror of his illusion fell over him like a ton of bricks. His fingers still entangled in her hair; he tore Scarlett abruptly from his body.

Caught off guard, Scarlett let out a shriek as Kevin inadvertently flung her to the floor. "What the hell?" she questioned from her position down below.

"Just get out," Kevin breathed out harshly. He got up from the bed and began dressing.

"What the fuck is your problem?" she demanded.

"I said, get out!" his voice boomed. That angry ogre was rearing its ugly head.

Scarlett's face was twisted into a furious snarl. If she was afraid, to her credit, she didn't show it. "Fuck you then, Nash!" she shrilled as she swiped up her black stiletto pumps from the hotel floor.

Under different circumstances, he would have come back with a snappy quip, but the illusion on his brain had him thoroughly shaken. He just wanted to be alone to sort out his thoughts.

Without another word, Scarlett burst from the room, slamming the door behind her.

Kevin locked the door. Leaning against it, he raked a hand through his hair as he released an exasperated sigh. He wasn't sure what kind of tricks his mind was playing on him but it was fucking freaking him out.

Was he attracted to her? No way. Not a snowball's chance in Hell. Admittedly, he had had his fair share of barely legals. But this was literal jail bait. Moreover, he could have any sexy, sophisticated woman he set his sights on. So, what was it about this grungy little mall rat, who looked like some sort of Robert Smith wannabe that was consuming his thoughts as of late? An involuntary smile pulled at his mouth as he recalled her mortification over belting the lines to the Eddie Money song. For a few fleeting moments prior, she had cast aside her inhibitions and her true self came through. She was bright. She was beautiful. She was…fuck. Grudgingly, he began to strip away his clothes again, ashamed to admit he still needed a cold shower.

Scott's arm steadied Reves as she doubled over in laughter on their way to the car. He was telling her stories about how the Kliq used to piss off and fuck with Mark and the rest of the Bone Street Krew. From her perspective, ruffling her old man's feathers was one of the greatest joys in life.

"Ok. Ok," Scott said laughing along with her. "This one's a lot more tame, but still hilarious. This one time, we stole Mark's gym bag, threw his gear in the dumpster and filled it with cucumbers! He freaked the fuck out."

"Oh my God. How are you even friends? I wish I could have seen that!" Reves howled. It was a little-known fact that her father had this bizarre phobia of the green produce. It made for great entertainment to taunt him over it.

She didn't know if there was a particular term for such a thing, but she was sure her sister probably did. Reves could hear in her head: "It's call holycrapitsacucumberphobia, of course," bringing on another round of laughter.

Scott stopped to watch her. He had never seen her hold a smile on her lips for so long, much less laugh. Her eyes sparkled like the sun over crystal blue waters. He took her into his arms and kissed her, mid-laughter.

When they parted, she stared at him for a few moments. Her breath was a little ragged from both laughing and the kiss. "I should probably get back," she said slowly.

Scott looked at his watch and sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go," he said, throwing his arm around her shoulder as the resumed their walk to the car.

As per the norm, Heather had been reading when Reves sauntered through the door and flung herself on the bed with an exhausted sigh.

Heather gave her a furtive glance. "You've been drinking again," she stated, taking note of her glassy eyes.

"Just one beer," Reves shrugged her off as she sat up to remove her boots.

"Where did you go?" Heather asked, not anticipating an answer.

"To the movies, if it matters. Which is more than you did, that's for sure," Reves said with a smug expression.

Heather turned away from her in silence. She certainly didn't want to recount the night's escapades, not that her sister would have given her any credibility. She placed her book on the nightstand. "I'm glad you're back safely," she said before switching off the light and turning to her side to go to sleep.

That's Robert Smith from The Cure btw.