BEGINING SONG- Well... Sex isn't my forte, feelings are...

in.this.part.- a bit sexually graphic... well actually, a bit more then before... okay, fine, a LOT more then before...

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I wake up in his arms.

My head hurts and it rings like the church bells of Notre Dame. I slowly pull myself up to find myself in my bed, shirtless and wearing only my boxers. I close my eyes as the room spins a bit. A hangover from only five beers… If Taylor hears about this, my reputation will be nothing but dust in the wind.

I stretch my arms into the air, muscles popping, turn my head, and try not to pull a Looney Tunes and have my jaw drop and my eyes pop out of my head.

He’s lying beside me, also only in his boxers. But I have to add, his boxers are much more shorter then mine. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail, his profile sharp and soft against my white pillowcase. His lashes make dark circles under his eyes, and for a brief moment, he looks dead and gone.

He doesn’t have tan lines.

His skin is pale, but darker then mine. His long legs are sprawled, and it seems like they’re everywhere. He has slim thighs, and I wonder how they would feel encasing mine.

I can’t stop myself from reaching out to touch his thigh. I sigh and run my fingers along slim muscle.

And then he opens his eyes.

I snatch my hand back, ready for him to yell at me, or something involving anger and disgust, but he only smiles. “How long have you been awake?”

“A minute, maybe… Did I pass out?”

His smile… there’s something different about it… It’s a bit scary… Like he knows something that the world doesn’t know, and he’s just watching calmly by the sideline, waiting for everything to explode in a cloud of silk.

“Yeah, you did… After only five beers, at that. You wait until I tell the boys about this.” He stretches, and I know I’m staring.

His boxers are so low on his hips. I can see the dark shadow of hair underneath the waistband. His whole body pulls itself out, and he looks like a feast… I happen to be a starved man.

“Y-You… woul-wouldn’t…” My words come out horribly stuttered, and I can’t decide what’s worse, the fact that I stuttered, or the fact that by the look on his face, I can tell he thinks I stuttered because I’m actually that terrified of him telling the others.

His jaw drops in the way I hadn’t let mine earlier. “You aren’t scared, are you? You can’t be!”

I turn my head, close my eyes, take a deep breath, and think about old people making out. My Eiffel Tower drops like that. I turn back to him, my usual “playa” face on. “Of course not. Go ahead tell them… But don’t tell Taylor!” I laugh, and everything is back to normal… If normal is that smile that creeps back on his face, that is.

“Okay.” His reply is short and quick. He does that stretch again.

He closes his eyes and turns his face into my pillow, curls his body into himself, seeming to already be drifting away. His hand is splayed out in front of his face, and I find myself ridiculously obsessed with it.

It’s big and slender, with long, capable fingers that know how to do everything from play a piano in the most beautifully obscene way I’ve ever seen, to holding a baby cradled in his arms like it was home.

When I think of those hands… Well, I get hard and sentimental. I can all too easily imagine his fingers running over, in, my body, but I can just as easily imagine those fingers touching my cheek, or holding my hand, or running through my hair.

“Ariin? Make love to me.”

My eyes focus with a snap I could SWEAR was audibly, and I stare at him, still snuggled into his space on my bed, eyes still closed. “What did you just say?!”

His eyes open. “What?”

“What did you just say to me?”

“I didn’t say a thing.” He pulls himself up and crawls over to me, looking worried. “Ariin, you okay? You look flushed.”

He hadn’t REALLY said that, had he?

Of course not. He might run that way, but he isn’t running to ME. Pfft, I’m one of his best friends. And anyways, it would be much too romance-movie it he felt the same way. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is everything, if not a romance movie.

I look up at him as he kneels in front of me, and I let myself reach out and touch his slender belly. “I’m okay.”

He gives me one of those suspicious look, but then just backs away, yawns, and climbs out of bed. “All right… Well, I’ve spent more then enough time in your bed now, maybe I’ll come back later.” He winks at me, then moves to leave.

I don’t watch him leave, I’m focused more on the words he’d said, telling myself that there was NO WAY in the world he could be clueless enough to not see how it affected me. I sigh and move to get out of bed when hearing my door slamming and feeling someone spinning me around and shoving me up against the wall completely disorients me… and also scares the fear of God into me.

He holds me back by my shoulders, his face inches away from mine, that smile on his face again.

“Billie, what the hell-“

“You know-“ he cuts me off, “I always hated romance stories where they draw everything out and blow everything out of proportion and don’t get straight to the sex.” His voice is casual, as if we were sitting in a café discussing books, instead of both of us being half-naked and up against my bedroom wall.

He needs to move, unless he wants to feel my rock-hard cock poking him in the stomach.

“That’s nice Billie, but why are you telling me that now?” I can’t look him in the eye, I’ll get too distracted from my mission of making my erection go away for a while.

“Well, because, my first decision was to mess around with you, then tell you I felt the same, but after watching you try and hide that beautiful erection from me I don’t know how many times this morning, I decided that I couldn’t draw it out, because my cock is telling me NOW.” He grinned at me, his smile turning dark and seductive.

This can’t be happening. I have to be imagining all this, or some fucked up little fan-girl must be writing this on her laptop, giggling away at how my life is turning upside-down without my permission.

He CAN’T want me back because- because it’s all too coincidental. This only happens in corny romance flicks. This only-

“God, if there is anything that annoys me about you, it’s your ability to overanalyze everything under the sun.” He sighs. “Just… stop it and kiss me back.”

And then his lips are on mine and his hands are moving so fast they’re everywhere and one of his legs is between mine and he’s rocking into my crotch and pulling on my hair and my brain just- shuts down.

If this is coincidence, then… hell with it.

I moan into his mouth, lean into his body. I suck at his tongue, he at my lip. He’s the perfect height; he caves me under his body and makes me feel safe and naked at the same time…

Then I realize, I am naked. Sometime through all of this, he’d gotten my boxers off of me.

I nip at his mouth and move my hands from his shoulders to his waist. They encounter waistband. “Take them off, now.” My voice sounds like I’ve just chain-smoked a thousand cigs and chased them down with whiskey, and I almost can’t recognize it.

He pulls away from me long enough to throw off his boxers, then his body is against mine, skin to skin. I want to gasp, but his mouth swallows it up as it comes down hard on mine. “How do you want it, darling? Slow or fast? Soft or hard?” His mouth leaves mine to suck at the base of my neck, and I gasp and long for the red mark I know I’m going to have.

His voice is rough and edgy, sending shivers down my spine. He’s got all the control, and itching only makes me harder, watching this normally soft-spoken man turn lusting and dominant.

I’ve wanted him for how long? I can’t stand his teasing, but a part of me longs for it. Sick pervert. I want him too much.

“Hard! Fuck me, Billie! Fuck me!” My fingers get tangled in his hair and I yank at him, getting him to leave my GODDAMNED neck alone and kiss me again. He obliges, thrusting into my mouth with the same movement I know he’s going to copy with his hips.

He laughed softly, his breathing fast and panting. He pulls away from me, and a whine leaves my throat. He looks suddenly serious. “I don’t…. I don’t know if this is love, Ariin…”

My heart stills, then goes back to beating away. “I don’t care. I have you for myself now, and that’s all that matters. We can have the emotional talk later, right now I just want you to fuck me!”

From there on it’s a jumble of touches and panting and screaming.

He bites my neck as he’s thrusting into me, and it only takes me higher. I yank on his hair and moan. He talks constantly, telling me things he’s going to do to me now and later, speaking in rhythm with his hips. He jerks me off, hand clenching around my cock, letting go time after time to keep me from going over. He kisses me throughout, and those kisses become my drug.

It’s all physical, but I couldn’t care less.

He’s pounding into me, and it would be rape if I wasn’t pulling on his hair and telling him to go faster and harder.

The release is bliss. I think I might’ve black out for a second; it was just that good, and just that wanted. His body falls over mine, and I feel warm.

“I should get up,” he whispers.

“No.”

“I’m going to be stuck to you in a way that has nothing to do with feelings if I don’t.”

“Okay.”

I can feel his smile against my neck. “All this because you can’t keep your mouth shut went you get drunk.” I’m confused for a minute, then vividly remember last night and my drunken ramblings. I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t floating in post-orgasmic fluff…

“I’m still not sure if this is love.”

“Okay.”

“That’s seriously all you have to say to that?”

“Billie, you’ve just pounded my ass like you haven’t had sex in years, I couldn’t care less about love right now… Now shut up and let me enjoy the best sex I’ve ever had. Do you always talk this much after sex?”

He shuts up, smiling, and soon, he’s asleep.

I, on the other hand, was lying, and I can think clearly enough. I wrap my arms around him and tuck my head under his chin.

Maybe it isn’t love… But I’m not going to worry about it. Why? Because I’m no fool. I’ve made him mine now, and I’m not about to let him go that easily.

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ENDING SONG- And that's the end to my Rose series... I hope you liked it, please revew, and tell me how you liked Ariin and Billie!