9. 1 Lips, Cold showers and rock stars

I kiss you and it is not just a kiss. It is like nothing I have ever experienced in all of my 27 years. Maybe it is really special, because it is you. - Logan.

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(Logan)

She was kissing him. Kissing him.

She is kissing me.

Got the drift the first time around. You Catch up, already. Don't stand there like a rock.kiss her back. Dammit.

God. God. God. He was blown away. Bits and pieces of him, hung in the air, around them. She smelled of heaven and Earth. Of morning sunshine and thunderstorm.

The kiss. Remember that?

What was he doing waxing poetry of her when she was kissing him?

This kiss was everything he had hoped it would be and still amazingly more. So much more. His imagination was all grayscale in comparison to the technicolor reality.

Her lips touched and teased and coaxed him and he felt her touch in every cell and every bone. Soft and supple, her body was around him. Everywhere. She was everywhere. He was hungry for more, but he couldn't break this sweetness. This gentleness. So he let her kiss in her own pace.

But slowly, slowly, her kiss was breaking him. His cool.

Shy and timid, she kissed like herself. All so innocent, but incredibly passionate. The kiss was gentle, yet also fire.

And he couldn't help anymore. He wanted more.

He pushed her back gently and her back hit the wall and he pressed himself to her amazing body. It felt so good, so good to finally have her in his arms. The back of his mind, the sensible part, it was warning him to back off now, before it was too late, but he couldn't. Just couldn't.

One time. This one time.

He wasn't made of sterner stuff to refuse her when she was in his arms, willingly. And he needed this.

I need this to stop obsessing over her lips. It was sad as an excuse, of course, he knew.

Her lips were like liquid honey, flowing through his bones. Leaving trails of fire in his blood. She moaned when he licked her lips and then she opened it for him and breathed him inside. Her tongue hesitantly touched him and then it grew bolder, teasing, nipping, sucking. Killing.

Ah. He thought. Can I really stay away after this?

Her fingers were tangled in his hair and his hands were trying its best to do everything at once. Touching. Stroking. Grabbing. Feeling. Oh God, he was going to explode soon if she continued with this, but he couldn't stop her.

God. It was like a sensory overload. She filled his senses, mind, heart, body. He couldn't think properly or breathe. But oxygen seemed like a secondary concern when she was there with him, finally, finally kissing him.

Her lips were warm and sweet on him. He hardened and groaned. The pain was too much. If she continued this, he was going to lose it right then and there. Like a school boy.

He pulled her flush against his body, and trailed kisses down her jaws and then suckled on her neck as his hands caressed her cheeks and shit!

It was totally a wrong move, because she jerked away away from him and she looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. She was breathing hard and her whole body was a tinge of pink. She looked bedraggled and sexy, flushed and ravaged. She looked scrumptious. He wanted another bite of that.

"That- th-at is not what I intended." Her voice was a breathy whisper. She stared at his lips with eyes wide with puzzle as if it was an alien. As if she hadn't just memorized every print on his lips, every slope and every curve.

Oh, but he knew her lips in amazing details. Every curve and line. The way the Cupid bow dipped down in the top lip, the way it tasted slightly of Alex and slightly of strawberries. The way they move, slow and fast, all at once.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Words... Yeah, he had to answer her, but his brain was too muddled to form a response.

When it formed one, though, it was not the right one. But it was what he needed to hear. What they both needed to hear.

"It is just a kiss, Alex, don't sweat it. You were happy. I was available. We celebrated. No need overthink it, okay?"

"Yes. Yes." She sounded so eager, as if she was grateful for finding a way out. It stung. It made him angry that his response was accepted with such an eager sweetness.

Was he that impossible to like as she had said?

"Don't sound too eager." He grunted as he tried to bring his breathing back to normal. His heart was still rattling.

"I..." She looked down and her eyes widened. He saw where she was looking at and his cheeks flushed as he took a step back.

"What? You never saw someone so aroused?" He bit the words out as he turned away from her. "It happens."

She didn't say anything. Instead she turned into a shade of mind boggling red. Redder than before. And cleared her throat.

Then she said something he would have never dreamed in all his wildest dream.

"Looks like your thing is overthinking it."

She looked guileless, but he saw that glint in her eyes. Innocent my ass.

He would bet his right lungs that she was making fun of him.

He choked on his own spit and almost ran away. And he thought he could hear her taunting chuckle following him and it put a smile on his face.

She always did things he least expected.

The woman was going to be the death of him.

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(Alexandra)

She kissed him. She kissed Logan Forte. God. God. And it was every one of her dreams and nightmares. Mixed together.

And she didn't regret it, but she had to stop let it matter too much. So when he gave an easy way out, she was too eager to welcome it, but then he looked angry.

Why was he angry, then?

She tried to avoid his eyes and inadvertently stumbled across something else.

The front of his pants...

Whoa! That is kinda scary and arousing.

She thought and wondered when she had turn into this, this hormone loaded, lustful and dirty person.

It wasn't her.

She had dated three guys in all of her 23 years and she had gone as far as kissing, but nothing ever made her lose control.

After all, she was still a virgin and that had to mean something.

But with him, she wanted to do everything she had never wanted to do with anyone.

She looked away when he caught her looking. Shit.

"What? You never saw someone so aroused?" He sounded agitated. "It happens." And aroused.

It was clear.

She had this urge to do something to shake his cool. He was always cool and collected. Perfectly in control of what he did, of who he was and she yearned to do something to twist it. To twist him. She wanted him to feel uncool, like she had felt with him.

A mischievous smirk replaced her lips as she pointed at him.

"Looks like your thing is overthinking it."

And he turned pink. He did. He looked at her or more like gaped at her, and he looked properly shaken. Not Mr. Cool anymore. Ha!

He looked as awkward as a nerdy teen with braces, having his first kiss.

Oh, I did that to him. It was almost gloating, but she couldn't help it.

She watched with amusement as he rushed past her as if she had a contagious disease or something.

Her whole body tingled as she stood there, eyes knowing in the realization that she did that to him. It was an exhilarating feeling. To make someone feel all that. Feel everything.

She felt that, too.

She walked -- floated-- to her room in a haze, her lips swollen and smiling.

She gasped when she saw herself in the mirror. She watched. Studied herself. A finger gently touched her lips.

She looked gorgeous.

Light roses on her cheeks. Eyes over bright and shining, the gold in them cloudy. Lips red and swollen and smiling dreamily.

Her heart pounded.

And don't overthink it.

"It is a one time thing. Get it? Don't make it into a habit. It will become a difficult habit to break. Addiction is bad. You can't get addicted to him. Remember the contract."

The contract.

Yes. Oh yes.

It made her heart slow down.

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(Logan)

Logan stood under the shower, still thinking of the kiss. He could almost smell her in his body, if he tried. Even after washing himself.

The pain in his body slowly receded, but the need in his bones, it didn't.

He toweled his hair and pulled out a T-shirt from the neatly arranged closet. He pulled it down his head and sprayed a hefty amount of perfume.

Maybe then her smell wouldn't overpower him.

When he got down, she was in the kitchen, cooking.

"Hey, what are you making?" He asked, trying to bring back some normalcy, but it looked like she didn't need it, because her voice came out without hesitation.

"I called Danny. I told him about the Mathilda Shine job. He is coming over and we are having pasta, chicken and desert." She had a big smile on her face.

When did Daniel and Alex became such good friends?

It made him slightly jealous.

She was his friend, first.

"Ah. Ah. Free food is his kryptonite." He said before he walked to where she was standing. "Need a hand?"

She looked startled for a moment and then cleared her throat. "There is spring onion in the fridge. Take it out and cut it. And then grate the cheese."

"Which one is the spring onion?"

"God. The long thin green ones." She shook her head before going back to what she was doing. "Hey, we should grow some herb in our kitchen." He didn't miss that she called it our kitchen. It made him feel warm feelings and this had to stop. Emotions are messy.

"Write a list. Better yet, we will go tomorrow."

"Ok then." She smiled at him, looking excited and he was amazed by the fact that she was excited for even the littlest of things.

How was she still like that? So happy and eager? Easy to please?

How was she not completely faded, even after going through whatever she went through? She didn't tell him anything yet, but somehow he knew that she was hurt and betrayed by people she had trusted. Sometimes it showed in her eyes and it was kind of scary that he could read it.

But she was color. She was rainbows and kaleidoscope. And he saw it and he knew it would take a lot to steal that color from her.

And God, please don't let anything or anyone steal that from her.

Maybe if he had known what their future held in store for him and her, he would have prayed a little longer for her.

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