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"I can't believe you were so unbelievably thrilled with my house when you and Brian are living in mansions like these…" Alana trailed with soft disbelief as she entered the guest bedroom from the private bathroom, finding Nick undressing for bed. They had spent the afternoon with Brian, Baylee, Natalie, AJ, and Howie at the local park. They had played with Baylee and Tyke for most of the day, despite Alana's fading energy. She seemed to have gathered some of her spark back at Baylee's excited surprise at seeing her for the picnic. It was endearing to say the very least and then Brian had insisted she stay the night at his home; Baylee not making it any easier for her to disagree. Though, when Nick showed her to his guest room, she couldn't help but grin with relief. She had longed to snuggle beside him in bed without any worries. And, watching the muscles pull and tighten within his back as he undid his jeans, she felt her own body shiver with excitement. But, she pushed that aside as she crawled onto the soft mattress which she sunk into, reaching for the remote.

"Your house looks lived in… My house looks like one of those beach rentals, unless I'm on a break or whatever," Nick explained with a shrug, tossing his jeans towards the chair that held his dirty clothes before peeling off his shirt. Rubbing the back of his neck with a groan, he glanced over to see Alana had settled into the center of the mattress. Smiling at the way the cream colored sheets set off her dark tan, he slid in to lay next to her, nuzzling her neck. "Though, I have to say… You look much better in my bed…"

"This isn't even your bed, Nickalicious," she giggled softly at the tickling sensation his nuzzling provided. She snuggled close to him nonetheless, running her fingers against his bare chest while idling through the tremendous amount of television stations.

"Uh huh… When Bri built the house he showed me the floor plan and told me to pick out a room that'd be mine whenever I visited. This is the room I picked out," Nick murmured, leaning back against the headboard. Pulling her close, he draped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head softly as she continued to go through the channels. "If there's nothing on, we can put in a DVD--"

"Gremlins!" Alana suddenly squealed with excitement, lurching slightly in Nick's arms as she selected the channel. Seeing the credits rolling for the begin, she smiled with triumph, settling back into Nick's arms with a satisfied grunt. She loved to watch horror movies, though she was terrified of them as a child. Gremlins had been one of those movies that scared her to death, but now she enjoyed watching Gizmo scrap against his nasty scaly enemies.

"Gremlins…" Nick trailed, reaching to smooth her hair away when a lock flopped across his cheek. Idly curling it around his finger, he sighed, knowing he was stupid for not wanting to watch such a ridiculously cheesy movie. But, at times, it was difficult for him to rid himself of the childish fears that continued to remain long into adulthood. "…Isn't there a Spongebob cartoon on or something? Or maybe a good soft-core porno--"

"I don't do pornos, hard or soft-Don't you like Gremlins? I thought you liked horror movies?" Alana questioned, her mind flipping from one thought to the next as she turned to look up at her lover. Her teal eyes glittered with her curious nature as she nibbled his neck affectionately.

"I love horror movies-Most of them. I just-It's-You know with you doing that it's really hard for me to think straight," Nick breathed.

"As opposed to when I'm just looking at you and your tongue ties into twenty different knots and you mention you were trying to imagine me naked? Er… Without my clothes on?" Alana teased, kissing his neck before finally pulling back with a small pout.

"I never said that," Nick murmured, pulling her close so he could kiss her lips gently. "Or… Maybe I did. I don't know. I just wanted to make a good impression on you and pretend that I was cool and suave and then you came sauntering out looking like my fantasy… Well, in my fantasy you were holding up a bloody sword, so--"

"So you won't mind if I watch Gremlins?" she finished with a purr, hardening his kiss with one of her own, her tongue teasing his soft lips.

"Not at all--"

"Thank you, Nickalicious," she cooed, nipping his bottom lip before sliding back to his chest to cuddle closely against him.

"What'd I just agree to?" Nick questioned softly, dazed from her kisses.

"To watch Gremlins with me," Alana explained, nestling her head against his chest as the movie rolled into its inevitable start. She grinned at the rapid fluttering of Nick's heart that soothed her as she concentrated on the movie; any hazards of her job melting away completely from her body. Idly, she traced her fingertips over his stomach as she became engrossed in the movie.

"I hate this movie," Nick whispered with a slight whine several moments later, leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling.

"Concentrate on me…" she murmured absentmindedly, slipping her hand lower to play with the waistband of his boxers. "…Why do you hate it?"

"The guys used to watch it all the time back when we first started and were over in Germany and stuff. It was one of the few that came on that we all knew, even though it was dubbed in German… And I always fell asleep first… And those fuckers would start tickling my feet or hissing in my ear and shit…"

"And I bet you wet the bed on several occasions…" Alana guessed with a small laugh, keeping her gaze fixed on the television though she kept the conversation with Nick. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers, lightly caressing the curve of his lower stomach and pelvis. "I hated horror movies when I was little. Scared me to death to watch Gremlins, but I did with my stepfather. And I even had the figurines though I hated it. I would play with them in the tub, Gizmo always killed the Gremlins. And, every night, before I went to sleep, the Gremlins would be thrown into the hallway with my door shut…"

"Well, I tried to throw those assholes into the hallway but they were all bigger than me," Nick murmured sleepily, absentmindedly tracing he curve of her ear with his finger. Letting his other fingers sweep her neck, he closed his eyes. "And then they got pissed when I pulled pranks on them…"

"Payback is most certainly a bitch," she agreed with a small nod, turning to lightly kiss his chest.

"…Are you trying to get something started?" Nick questioned softly, cracking one eye to look down at her.

"No, I was just trying to be nice and show you some affection… I didn't think you were awake enough to--"

"I'm already rising to the occasion, Beautiful--"

"But the movie's--"

"Going to come on again," Nick finished, shifting slightly so he could pull her over him.

"But so are you!" she fought with a whine of protest as she turned to look at the screen, though her beautiful teal eyes widened halfway when she felt his arousal burning against her boy-cut briefs. Turning back to search his eyes, she was met with his anxiously awaiting lips. The taste of him caused her stomach to knot with anticipation as she held onto his shoulders, leaning down to meet the fury of the kiss.

Tangling his fingers in her hair, Nick held her lips to his, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. Starting a mirror of the intimate dance he hoped would commence soon. Sliding his hands down her body, he quickly rid her of the clothes that only hindered their passion, and seconds later pushed her back onto the bed, smirking at her squeal. Lifting his head slightly, he traced the outline of the tattoo on her hip. "But hey, if you want to stop…"

"We've only been together once in bed… And we've never taken it slow… It's always been about who can make who burst first… And it has been a long while since we've made love-sex-ah--"

"Made love? You think of it as making love?" Nick questioned softly, letting his hand rest idly on her hip as he stared down at her.

"Well… You always… Whenever I said sex, you get this little puppy pout of a… I…" Alana shrugged helplessly, not able to explain her statement. Laying amongst the soft pillows of his bed, she could only find herself hoping that she was allowed to stay within his bed, curled to his side. Perhaps the passion had caught her unawares. The excitement that he provided her body was rising against the better part of her judgment and logic. Whatever it was, she cursed it.

"We can call it whatever you want, Beautiful," Nick promised, dipping his head to taste the curve of her shoulder. Anything, he pleaded silently, breathing in the scent that always made him shiver. Call it anything, as long as she stayed with him. As long as she would still be there come morning, her warm body so close to his. Just so he could feel complete for a little while longer.

"What do you want to call it?" Alana questioned before her sensibility could catch against her words, curving her arms underneath his and over his shoulders. She held him close as she felt his tongue glide against her shoulder before his teeth nibbled lovingly. A warm shiver enveloped her body as she tucked her face into the curve of his neck. We - he had referred to them as a single unit and she couldn't have been happier. What was happening to her?

"Whatever you want to call it," Nick murmured, suckling lightly at her skin. "Making love… Sex… Knocking boots… Getting it on… Fucking… Screwing… Whatever turns you on--"

"As long as I stay turned on and you get a piece," Alana concluded, letting one hand slip from his shoulder, following the outline of his body. Tracing her fingers over his tapered hip, she then slipped her fingers against the waistband of his boxers, following the light patch of hair till she held his erection. Lightly stroking his length, she grinned sweetly when he pressed closer to her body. "Like that?"

"A little," Nick whined softly, letting his teeth graze over her collarbone in soft bites before catching a hardened nipple in his mouth. Drawing a lazy line over her hip, he let his fingers dip down, lightly tracing the moist folds before dragging his fingers up. Grinning when he felt her shudder, he gently bit down on her nipple, tugging hard before releasing it, his fingers moving to trail over her again. "Like that?

"Somewhat," Alana decided, her voice husky with delight as she released him to tug at his boxers. Nuzzling at the warm skin of his neck, she nibbled before moving kisses to his throat and across his jaw line. Tilting ever so slightly, she sought his lips out once more. She loved the very taste of his lips. The way her tongue passed so easily into his mouth to meet his, undulating passionately against his as her body heated. She needed him. "Would you make love to me, please?"

"Thought you wanted to take things slow?" Nick murmured, gently pushing her legs apart with his thigh.

"I do…" Alana trailed as she hooked her leg over his hip, taking his boxers down his body. "But this I can make you scream before you make me scream is… Not what I want… I want you…"

"This isn't to make you scream before I scream… This is taking things slow," Nick disagreed. Gently dipping his fingers into her heat, he lifted his head to search her eyes. "This is just going to make it all better…"

"Okay," she complied with a soft whine, raking her nails lightly up his back as his flesh melted against hers. She rested back amongst the soft pillows, closing her eyes to delight in the rapture of ecstasy. She concentrated on the way his fingers moved within her, building a frenzy of heat within her body. He knew her body far better than her ex-husband had. He knew what she wanted, needed, and delighted in. And, sweetly, he gave it to her without expecting anything in return. Even when she wanted to return the pleasure.

"Let me in your heart," he whispered without realizing he had spoken his thoughts. Leaning to the side slightly as he continued to move his fingers within her. Returning his mouth to her nipple, he nibbled and sucked, could feel the pound of her heartbeat. When her body began to squirm slightly, he thrust his fingers deeply, his thumb seeking out the nub that always seemed to delight in his touch.

"You don't want in there," she whispered, arching her back slightly when the pad of his thumb pressed into her swelling nub before started to rotate in a tantalizingly slow motion. Biting down hard on her bottom lip, her nails dug into his back for some sort of leverage. She met his hand with a roll of her hips, causing the pleasure to sweep of her system in passionate waves. "God…"

"Let me be the judge of that," he whispered as he brought his lips to hers once more. Sliding his hand beneath her, he held her to him, swallowing her soft cries as he settled between her legs. Unable to wait any longer to join their bodies, he withdrew his fingers, quickly replacing them with his length. "God, Alana…"

"I don't want you to see inside me, then leave 'cause you don't like what you see," Alana explained softly as she arched up to meet his entry inside her. He filled her completely as she tightened her muscles, drawing him deeper inside her body. She shuddered at the sensation of enchantment, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down. She brushed her lips lightly against his in the sweetness of soft butterfly kisses, loving how he always became still when they first entwined their bodies, just waiting inside her.

"Alana…" Nick trailed, closing his eyes as pleasure swept over him. Holding himself still, he nibbled softly at her bottom lip, his fingers tracing the length of her leg from hip to knee. "I just want you to let me love you…"

"Till you get tired…" Alana decided with a soft murmur, blindly tracing her fingers against the tattoo on his spine, knowing its exact location and outline. She didn't want to think about the pain that would accompany his leaving. When he traveled back to Florida and fell back into his regular routine. AJ said most women wouldn't put up with his type of lifestyle, but Alana feared that Nick didn't want her interfering. Right now, she just wanted to relish in his closeness, meeting his nibbles on her bottom lip with kisses.

"Let me try," Nick pleaded in a whisper, slowly pulling her legs around his waist.

"I thought you were already loving me?" she returned, locking her ankles from around his waist, pulling him deeper within her body. Hissing softly with delight, Alana slowly rocked her hips against him, hoping he would move with her. Turning her face into the curve of his neck, she nibbled at his skin before sucking to make her delicious mark.

"No fair," Nick breathed as he rolled his hips to meet hers. "You won't let me do that to you…"

"God…" Alana whimpered with delight against his neck, relishing with the sensation of his body melting into hers. Warmed by the feeling of him, she tensed her muscles to pull him deeper inside as he moved with her. Their hips rocked in a slow, tantalizing motion, comforting themselves with the sweet lull of their passion. Leaning back to admire the dark discoloration she had made upon his neck, she couldn't resist making another just beneath his jaw. "You already gave me hickies from our first time together… Why would you need to make more?"

"They're starting to fade," Nick explained with a low growl. Leaning back onto his knees to gaze down at her, he lightly traced the trail of beading sweat from her collarbone to her navel. Smirking when she shivered, her nails raking his chest, he thrust deeper, wanting to shout at the feeling of making love to her. Sweeping his hand down her leg, he caught her knee in his palm, pulling it up until her foot rested lightly on his shoulder. Licking his lips, he bent over to leave a mark on her inner thigh.

"Nicky," Alana squealed in shock as he sucked hard at the upper portion of her inner thigh, his tongue lapping against the sweet flesh. Reaching behind her head, Alana held tight to the luscious wooden bed frame in order to anchor herself. Her entire body shuddered with sheer delight at the tickling sensation prickling her thigh, practically sweeping her away in a daze of ecstasy. Her knuckles blanched at the force of her hold on the bed, wanting to prolong the sweet torture Nick was providing. "Oh, God…"

Trailing his lips up her body, Nick left a line of marks, pausing just above her navel to suck hard, his thrusts gaining momentum as he felt the passion rising within him. Holding her foot to his shoulder, he slid his hand between them, holding her still against the bed. "Easy, Beautiful…"

"How can you… I… You… I'm not a horse…" Alana objected as Nick nipped the skin above her navel, teasing the valley between her breasts before finding his way to her throat once more. She shuddered beneath him as she released the head of the bed, seeking to wrap her arms around him. She wanted to feel every morsel of his body against hers. Wanting to shift in attempts to rock her hips against his to accompany the hardening thrusts, she whined slightly when he prevented her from moving.

"I know you're not a horse," Nick whispered, yelping when Alana's feet pushed against his hips, sending him backwards. Landing on his back with a grunt, he stared up at her as she crawled over him, licking his lips in anticipation when he saw the gleam in her eyes. "I'm not a horse, either…"

"Not much of a cowboy, either," Alana decided with a honey coated drawl native to her roots. Sliding her hands up the taunt muscles of his arms, she playfully pinned them above his head. Dipping her head over his abdomen, her damp blonde curls spilled across his chest like a silky wave. Her lips sought out the very center of his pelvis, kissing sweetly as she had done so many other times before nipping and branding a mark upon him. Satisfied, she crawled over him to straddle his hips, sucking his lower lip into her mouth for a nibble. "But you've got my mark and that'll have to do…"

"I already had your mark," Nick informed, grasping handfuls of the blanket as he looked up at her. "God, Beautiful, don't tease--"

"You teased me from the very start," Alana contradicted as she held both of his wrists within one hand, gliding her hand down his body and between them. Stroking his hard length, she eased him slowly inside her, sighing with pleasure at the warmth it provided. Then reaching to claim his wrists in either hand once more, she rested her cheek against his, slowly beginning to rock her hips against his. "Are we talking external or internal marks?"

"Internal," Nick confirmed, tilting his head slightly to catch her lips with his. Shifting his hands, he twined their fingers together, biting down on her bottom lip as he shifted beneath her.

"I hope they weren't too painful," she mumbled slowly between their heating kisses, vaguely aware of his movements underneath her. Too caught at the romantic gesture of their hands clasped together, holding onto one another as the passion mounted.

"Best feeling ever," Nick promised with a guttural cry, pulling one hand free to clasp the back of her neck as their kisses intensified. Closing his eyes as his body shuddered, he squeezed her hand tightly. "Alana--"

"I know," Alana promised as her free hand reached for his face. Flattening her palm against his flushed cheek, she allowed her dark teal eyes to flutter open. Hurriedly, her eyes darted across the features of his handsome face, loving how his dark indigo eyes immediately sought hers. There was a shift in their bodies as Nick moved to reclaim the top position, but she continued to stroke the side of his face with her thumb. God, she wished she knew how to get past her fears. What Nick was offering her felt so pure. So blissful. So perfect.

"I love you," he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers as he set a fast rhythm.

"Oh, Nick…" Alana whispered softly as she reached to brush the sweaty platinum locks clinging to her lover's forehead. She felt a wash of emotional tears sweep over her as she shuddered beneath him. The power behind his soft confession was startling and some tears fell. She had never heard those words with such conviction before. Though as the pace quickened, she found her hand tangling within his locks as their intertwined hands rested over her throbbing heart.

"Alana--"

"I want you to keep my heart," she whimpered as she arched against him. Feeling the overwhelming passion of emotions rushing over her body as if the icy fortress had gave way around her heart, she slid her hand down the back of his neck to pull him closer. She sought out his lips in a hard kiss, hoping what was laying in her heart would transfer through their melting bodies.

"I'll take care of it," Nick promised, his voice breaking into a hard moan as he began to tremble. His body begged for release, knowing the euphoria that waited for him. Sweeping his fingers over her damp cheek, he shuddered slightly.

"Nick," Alana murmured softly, bringing him down for a sweet kiss as he offered a lasting thrust against her. "Stop holding onto it."

"I don't want it to end…"

"It'll only get better."

"Promise… Promise not to tell me to go to Hell if I ask for a repeat in a little while?" he whispered breathlessly, sliding his hand down her side to grasp her hip.

"I'd never tell you to go to Hell when I love this as much as you do..." she promised, helping to flatten his palm over her fluttering heart.

"Together?" he requested with a hard whimper.

"Together," she promised, craning her neck to nip affectionately at his bottom lip before pulling him into a sultry kiss.

Letting his eyes drift closed, Nick pressed his forehead against hers, drinking in the taste of her as their bodies moved in a fluid rhythm. Lifting his fingers to their joined lips, he moaned when her tongue darted out to flick over his fingertips, sending a hard shiver through his body. Smirking, he let his hand glide between them, tugging hard at the nub that brought forth a soft cry.

"I'm ready," Alana hurriedly promised with a meek whimper, curving her arms around his neck to hold him close. She inhaled the mingling of their breaths, fueled by the taste of cinnamon on his lips. She was breathing in the very essence of him as her body mounted in a fury of delight. The tug at her intimate area sent her body crashing against the rough rocks of her emotions, unbridling a passion that she had never experienced before. Her entire body grew taut from the explosion of fervor and she gasped sharply in surprise.

"Oh, God," Nick gasped, burying his face against her neck as the tremor swept through his body.

"You said together," Alana whispered, arching against him.

"I can't--"

"Can't what?"

Nick whined softly, pressing himself as deeply within her as possible. "Wait any longer--"

"God," Alana yelped in surprise as she sought out his lips, feeling her body rip with a pleasurable pain at his final thrust.

"What's wrong?" Nick gasped, alternately biting and sucking her bottom lip as he thrust again.

"You definitely hit bottom…" Alana murmured with a slight wince at his second drive, feeling the heat of another orgasm quickly building in the pit of fiery warmth. The pain may have been there, but God was it gratifying. A light film of sweat breaking against her already slick skin, holding tight to Nick's body as she fought his tongue.

Nick jerked to a stop, tearing his lips from her. "I what? Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry--"

"Don't be," Alana dissuaded with a soft laugh, holding her breath to control her ardor of emotions. "It was fantastic."

"So it's alright if I do it again?" he questioned softly, reaching to brace his hands on either side of her head. His body trembled slightly, still begging for its release, but the fire in her eyes urged him to hold back.

"More than all alright," Alana promised, reaching up to curl her fingers around his wrists, anticipating the need for bracing against fervor of his release.

*~*~*

Wincing slightly at the ripping sensation of pulling her body from Nick's, Alana rolled to her back, gazing up at the lights flickering against the ceiling from the muted TV. Shifting against the plush mattress, she listened to his deep breathing for a long moment before her restlessness kicked in. Raking a hand through her disheveled hair, she slid from the bed, stooping for the remote to switch off the TV. A quick stroll outside in the fresh air was what she needed, she decided as she pulled on the t-shirt Nick had discarded.

Searching amongst the wrinkled clothing at the foot of the bed, she smiled in triumph as she retrieved her light purple, boy-cut boxers. Stepping her long, tan legs into the garment and pulling them up, she found her gaze traveling to Nick. He was still curled on his side as if she were lying with him. His arms outstretched to hold her, his face nuzzled against her pillow. The rumpled covers were resting high on his upper torso, but the inking of his tattoos on his upper arm emblazed with the lighting of the television. His growing platinum locks were disheveled from her fingers toying and his lips slightly kiss swollen. He was a gorgeous creature, though he thought otherwise. And she was starting to love him. That's why she had to get out and clear her mind, feeling the pressure of her past slowly creeping up her body to strangle her. God, it was insane to think she could pursue something with him.

Grunting with dismay, she turned for the doorway, but his bare feet caught her eye. They were peeking out from beneath the thick covers and she remembered his story. How much he hated the movie Gremlins. How the boys tormented him. And she simply couldn't resist reaching over and pinching the sole of his foot--

"GREMLINS!" Nick roared, jerking his foot away from the offending pincher so quickly he nearly fell from the bed, his breath coming in erratic gasps as his heart nearly beat from his chest. Gathering the covers around him as he struggled to sit up, he took a deep breath, eyes darting around, trying to gather his bearings.

Throwing a hand to her forehead in sheer amusement, Alana could hardly contain the snort of laughter. Especially as Nick scooted on his bottom all the way to the top of the bed, only succeeding in falling on the floor in a tangle of blankets. He looked like a frightened Chihuahua with beady eyes as he jumped onto the bed and squealed at the thought of being so close to the floor and practically under the bed. And Alana lost it, doubling over with howls of laughter. "Oh. My. God…"

"You think it's funny?" Nick yelped, staring at her in wonderment as she continued to laugh.

"You look like a girl leaping away from some pitiful mouse…" Alana wheezed, holding onto her abdomen to keep it from cramping with the hard rolls of laughter. "Only naked… And dwarfed…"

"You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"I know CPR! It was worth the risk!"

Growling with annoyance, Nick leaped from the bed, quickly tackling Alana against the wall. "That’s it!"

"Nick!" Alana yelped in surprise as she was crushed against the wall by his weight. The tittering laughter sobered completely at the dark fury burning in his indigo eyes. Suddenly, she realized she was in serious trouble. That perhaps her joke had been miscalculated. Squirming in his hold, she managed to duck beneath his arms and lurch forward. Stumbling slightly, she hurriedly caught herself against the door and pulled it open. Racing into the hallway, she felt her heart lurch as she became disoriented, not knowing which way to go as means of escape. Why hadn't she made a damn map? "I don't know this house. Shit, I don't know this house. Shit, I really don't know this--"

"Gotcha!" Slinging her over his shoulder, Nick ignored her squeal of protest, his heart still thudding dangerously in his chest as he glanced around for the perfect place to exact his revenge. Seeing a crack of light shining under Brian's master bedroom door, he grinned evilly.

"Nick! Wait! Nick!" Alana groaned at the rush of air exploding from her lungs as Nick's shoulder pressed into her diaphragm. She felt him tip her further and she yelped in shock as she reached to grab some kind of hold on his bare body. "…Wow, now I know why I don't grab onto your ass during sex… Have you thought about waxing--"

"You're dead," Nick warned, pausing in the hallway to kick open Brian's door. Ignoring the sight of his friend and Natalie in some sort of naked entanglement, he tossed Alana into the center of bed with a grunt. Yanking the sheet that dangled to the floor off the foot of the bed, he quickly wrapped it around himself, continuing to scowl.

"Nick!" Alana shrieked in shock as she sat up straight in the bed. The couple seemed far too caught within their romantic endeavor to care about the third party at their side. And when Alana felt Brian's hand sweep over her inner thigh, she jerked in horror and attempted to scramble away from the plush mattress filled with grunts and whines.

"What?" Nick returned, reaching to rub his back where her fingers had pinched barely a moment earlier. Biting back a smirk when Brian's legs flopped across Alana's, pinning her to the bed, he backed towards the door. "Sleep tight!"

"You bastard!" Alana hollered with disbelief as she clawed at the carpet, attempting to pull herself away from the entanglement as Brian's foot rubbed against her calf, fueling his passion for Natalie further. She felt the shudder of bodies and turned her head to gag.

"Brian--" Natalie cut off with a grunt before shoving the man off her. "What the Hell is going on?!"

"I'VE BEEN VIOLATED!" Alana groaned with a hard whimper of pain, slumping onto the carpet when Brian fell to the side. She playfully sobbed with relief as she curled into a fetal position on the thick carpet.

Dazed, Brian rolled to his back, jerking a blanket over him as he stared at Alana. Turning his eyes on Nick, who continued to back to the door, he ran a shaky hand through his hair. "What'd you do to her?!"

"He put me in bed with you two hornballs!" Alana growled as she scrambled to her feet, leaping at Nick to tackle him into the hallway, pummeling his abdomen with punches.

"Get off me!" Nick bellowed, rolling her off him quickly before pinning her to the plush carpet of the hallway. "Tell them what you did to me!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Bullshit!"

Natalie sat up beside Brian in bewilderment as Alana fought to buck Nick off her. "They interrupted my third orgasm for this--"

Alana shrieked with disbelief. "I didn't throw you into a threesome, Nick! Though I guess you'd like some freaky shit like that! Who knew you were really afraid of Gremlins like some goofy--"

"Oh my God! You did a Gremlins on him?! Are you stupid?!" Natalie screeched.

"A-fucking-parently!" Alana growled as she pushed Nick off her with an amazing show of strength. When he fell flat onto his back, she reached down to yank away the sheet from his waist. Standing up and spinning the sheet around her, she shot him a dark glare and continued down the hallway.

"Alana!" Nick yelped, cupping his hands around his crotch as he scrambled to his feet. Whining as his bedroom door slammed shut, he turned to look at Brian, hoping the older man would offer him advice.

Brian eyed him warily. "You got back at her for doing a Gremlins… By dumping her in my bed and disturbing my--"

Natalie interrupted with a dark scowl, "Mind-blowing orgasm, you naked piece of--"

"She did a Gremlins after I told her how deathly afraid I was of that shit!" Nick explained with a whine. Shuddering inwardly at the thought of the couple having orgasms, he stepped into the room, looking for something to cover himself with.

Brian reached to draw the blankets over Natalie as he shook his head in disbelief. "And that justified you throwing her into my bed while--"

"Nicky… Why you nakie?" Baylee questioned as he stepped into the bedroom, gazing at the adults in honest curiosity. He had obviously been playing in his room quietly when the commotion had occurred. But the ring of the doorbell had caught his attention, then the opposite slamming of Nick's bedroom door. "Daddy, JJ here'd--"

"What's he doing here so early?" Nick interrupted with a growl of disgust, yanking the blankets from Natalie's body to cover himself. Securing them tightly with one hand, he averted his gaze from the bed to look at Baylee.

"KNOT! YOU NAKIE WID DADDY!" Baylee shrieked in surprise as Natalie went flying into the bathroom and Brian scrambled for his rumpled boxers on the floor.

"Like we haven't seen that before…" AJ murmured with a cackle, leaning in the doorway.

"Get out!" Brian yelped, jerking his boxers on backwards.

"What the fuck--"

"JJ! Knot nakie!"

"Everyone in this place is buck-naked!" AJ whistled as Baylee was shoved into his arms and he was sent backwards into the hall. He braced himself against the wall just in time for Nick's blanket covered body came tumbling after. He held Baylee above his head as their bodies crashed, Baylee giggling when they slumped to the floor and he crawled away. Pushing himself to his feet, he grinned when Nick's bedroom door opened and Alana appeared in her jean Capri's and Nick's t-shirt.

"'Lana! We get nakie, too?!" Baylee suggested, rushing into her arms.

"Actually, I should be heading home, Boogie," Alana declined, stooping to catch the boy in her arms.

Nick glared at AJ before turning to look at Alana. "But--"

"C'mon, Babe, we can all get naked--"

"'Lana nakie!" Baylee exclaimed, diving between her legs. Once behind her, he gripped the legs of her capri's, tugging them down hard.

"BAYLEE!"

"My life was so much simpler when I hadn't met you people…" Alana decided in a monotone murmur, glancing down to see her pants at her ankles.

"Me get nakie, too, Daddy!" Baylee insisted, though he was immediately scooped up by Nick.

From the bathroom came a snort of laughter. "If I could write this stuff on the website, we'd be swamped with visits--"

"Natalie, you're not one to talk right now," Brian groaned as he fidgeted with his backward boxers, reaching to take Baylee from Nick's arms. Baylee continued to chatter excitedly, demanding that Alana strip. And, when Brian glanced to Nick, he sighed hard. "Nick, blanket…"

"What about it?" Nick questioned in confusion.

"It's on the floor and your less than adequate goods are hanging out, Dumbass," AJ muttered, slipping around Nick to reach Alana. Stooping down, he grasped her capri's and slid them up her body. Grinning when he slid the zipper up and secured the buttons, he caught Alana's widened teal eyes.

"You going to give me a ride home, too?" Alana guessed, somewhat shocked.

AJ's grin widened, his fingers still resting on her capri's. "Oh, yeah. I'll give you a ride--"

"You should be so lucky," Alana decided as she rested her forehead against his, running her fingers lightly over his ripped biceps. AJ was like a deadly drink of hard liquor. So deadly and tempting, but burned on the way down. Though, she definitely loved to tease with him. It made things interesting, especially as she could feel the heat of Nick's burning jealousy. "But, judging by the chaos and nakedness today, I don't think today is your day."

"Babe," AJ murmured, sliding his hands to rest on her hips. Breathing in her scent, he smiled when he heard Nick's disgruntled growl. "Every day is my day…"

"Then you can come home and help me pack for the Bahamas," Alana laughed softly, turning her head to kiss his cheek affectionately. "And I guess one of us will have to cook breakfast."

"We can stop at IHOP on the way," AJ suggested, looping one arm around her waist.

Nick hissed out a stream of expletives. "But--"

"But, if you'd prefer, I make melt-in-your-mouth pancakes dripping in butter," AJ offered, ignoring Nick's whines of protest. Tilting his head, he pressed a soft kiss to the spot just below her earlobe, enjoying the way his body responded immensely. "We can decide on the way."

Nick's head banged against the wall as he sagged next to it. "But you--"

"So c'mon, Babe, let's get shaking."

"AJ makes fantastic pancakes, 'Lana!" Natalie announced as she popped up behind Brian, giving Baylee good morning kisses. "You'll die by means of a food orgasm."

"Guess that forces my hand, huh?" Alana decided with a small smirk.

"Now I want pancakes," Natalie sighed, smoothing Baylee's tousled curls as she wrapped one arm around Brian's waist for a squeeze.

"Well quit groping B and get your ass in the kitchen," Nick growled.

"Alana, AJ also gives great back massages. You should have him give you one after you're done packing," Natalie suggested suddenly, offering a smoldering glare to Nick as she plucked Baylee from Brian's arms.

Turning to look at Alana, Baylee grinned. "JJ kiss all your boo-boo's too!"

"And you won't throw me into a bed of an overly amorous couple, right?" Alana guessed as AJ laced his fingers with hers. "Just because I scared the Hell out of you with an awesome prank?"

"Babe, come on… Only a child would do something like that… I'd be laughing over the prank," AJ promised with a wink.

"BRIAN!" Nick whined, hoping someone would come to his defense as his hands rested inches away from AJ's throat.

"Like he's going to save your ass after what you just did," Natalie scoffed, kissing Baylee's cheeks as he giggled against her shoulder. "C'mon, let's go get started on our pancakes, Bay-Bee. And, Nick… The blanket…"