"He slipped his arm around her as she rested her head on his abdomen, hugging his waist."

*shudders again in pure pleasure*

You're killing me Hanz! But I love it...don't stop.
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You killed Princess Trixy?! Oh well. Nice update and "Awww!" in the hotel. And seriously, what does involved mean? Sheesh!

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Chapter 11: Cross my Heart



Kezzia was slouched low in the passenger bucket seat of the SUV, arms crossed and feet propped up on the dash, ignoring every bit of scenery that they passed on the nearly deserted highway. “Still mad at me?”

She didn’t answer.

“You have to talk to me eventually. It’s a long drive to Texas, you know.”

No reply.

“Why are you made at me?”

“I feel sick. Can you pullover?”

He did but instead of throwing up when she got out like he had expected she simply began speed walking back the way they came. Groaning he threw open his door and jogged after her. When he met up with her he snatched her arm and flung her around. “What do you think you’re doing?”

She studied the pavement but as far as Colby could tell she wasn’t crying.

“Get in the car, Kezzia.”

“Make me.”

“I believe we’ve been here? Although at that time I didn’t take that as an open invitation. Get in the car.”

“No.”

“Kez.” She planted her feet on the road and turned her head away from him. This wasn’t working. Her independency was acting up again. “I can’t help if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t need your help. I’ve been just fine taking care of myself all my life why would I start to need somebody now?”

“Everyone needs someone every now and then.”

“Not me.”

“Yes you. How were you planning on keeping yourself alive with these guys after you?”

“I would have figured something out,” she grumbled. “After my mom…” Kezzia suddenly stopped and her face grew warm.

He frowned and tried to catch her gaze. “After your mom…what?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well tough. I’m not letting you walk back to LA and there’s no way I’m leaving you here either, so spill.”

She organized her thoughts in her head, deciphering what needed to be said from irrelevant. “My mom died from cancer when I was around ten. My dad loved her so much, thought he would never have to live without her and then suddenly she was gone… He started drinking. Not a lot at first but after a while… Dad would leave for days at a time. No warning, just up and leave.

“I was an only child so I had to take care of myself and I did. Straight A student. Lotsa extracurricular activities, sports teams…anything to keep me from going home, actually. That’s why I got my own spa. You know, for people who need a little boosting.

“So tell me, Colby, if I could do it then, why couldn’t I now?”

“What about Sabrina? You don’t need her?”

“I guess we’ll find out, won’t we? I won’t be able to see her for, like, eternity. Thanks to you.”

“You can’t possibly blame this on me.”

“Can and do.”

He shook his head, mostly to himself. She confused him like no other person ever did. “I get you’re pissed that you had to leave, but Kez, we didn’t have a choice.” She looked away, then down at the hand that still held her arm. It slid down to her hand and she was pulled close to Colby. Mentally, she begged him to kiss her worries away, but verbally…

“To hell with this, Colby. Let’s just go.”

“Not until we have something cleared up.”

She sighed dramatically, not realizing the threat it held when her breath washed over his mouth and he licked his lips. “What could possibly need clearing up?”

His eyes softened and his thumb began to run back and forth over her palm. “I’m not going to abandon you. I don’t how anybody could have the heart to do that to someone like you-”

“Like me?”

“Innocent, sweet, independent as hell. But I swear to you I will not leave you. You may not believe me or even think that you need somebody, especially me but that doesn’t make any difference. I’m staying. You can push, kick, scream…”

She didn’t understand how he could make her feel better with just a few words and a loving gaze but he did. That was all that mattered. “You mean more than I already have been?”

“I’d prefer if you stuck with your pushover habits but I can handle your stubborn streak once and a while. It’s actually kinda cute,” he gave her a charming smirk. Kezzia blushed at that and she smiled embarrassedly, looking at a thread on his black sweater. “Not to say I don’t mind getting my way pretty much all the time.”

“If it’s stubborn you want…”

“It’s stubborn I get?”

“Maybe,” she chanced a tentative grin.

“I can deal with that… I’m sorry you had to find Trixie like that. You know, on your bed and all.”

“Who would shoot a dog? A little thing like him. It kills me to think of how scared he must have been before…” her voice broke off and Colby squeezed her hand.

“We’ll find them.”

It was a promise.

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Colby was just about asleep when he heard the water stop in the bathroom. They had found small town with a total of one motel. All the rooms contained only a queen-sized bed. One queen-sized bed and no cots were available. But there was no way that they were getting two separate rooms.

The bathroom door opened and he decided to keep his eyes shut as he lay fully clothed atop the made-up bed. But it turned out his eyes had minds of their own. He saw Kezzia kneeling on the floor with her back to him wearing only a white towel, rummaging through her large duffel bag. Suddenly he wasn’t feeling so exhausted and if he was somehow forced to participate in a very physical activity he couldn’t say he would complain. She yanked out a red tank top and a pair of black boxer panties and disappeared into the bathroom again.

A minute later she returned and stood before the bed wearing the selected pj’s. Well, more like underwear to Colby but why would he complain? “So. How are we going to do this?” She asked, fists planted on her hips. He looked up at her through tired eyes. You crawl into bed and we make out for as long as we please. After that…

“I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“What? No, that’s a horrible idea.”

Not wearing a bra was a horrible idea. Did women not realize the torture men had to go through because of them? “Then what do you suggest?”

“We share.”

“The floor?”

“The bed, stupid.”

“Hey!”

“Oh, get over it. Come on, get off the blankets.”

“We can’t share.”

“Why not? It’s inappropriate?” She gasped and slapped a palm over her mouth in mock horror.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Oh whatever. It’s not like we’ve never shared a bed before. The first hotel we stayed at you fell asleep. Nothing horrible happened then, what makes you think it will tonight?”

Uhh, maybe because now he was aware of the fact that he would be staying in the same bed as her. “I’m not saying something bad will happen-”

“Great!” Kezzia jumped into the bed and scurried under the sheets. “Just stay on your side of the bed and no groping while I’m asleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“Goodnight, Colby.”

Well, her mood had improved vastly. He, on the other hand was getting very frustrated…and very tempted. Why did she have to be so damned oblivious?
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“You don’t have to do this, Sabrina.”

She pulled her eyes away from the house Don had parked in front of. “Why wouldn’t she?” Sunny asked from the backseat.

“I want to.” She answered definitely. Sabrina took in a long breath and released it. “Okay, let’s go.” They all got out of his car and Don led them inside. The moment he announced their presence Alan and Charlie came to greet them.

“Dad, Charlie, this is Sabrina and her daughter Sunny.” All smiles, they exchanged handshakes - Sunny included. “So,” Don clapped his hands together, “what’s for dinner?”

“Don,” Sabrina smirked, “we’re not just here to eat.”

“I like you already, my dear,” Alan laughed and Charlie agreed.

“We are still going to eat, though…right?” Sunny asked warily.

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“…So Don has the brilliant idea that if he flushes it down the toilet he’ll be home free,” Charlie said to Sabrina over the dinner table.

Alan interjected, “But the toilet backs up and there is water everywhere. Donny didn’t even try to explain when his mother and I came home.” Laughter filled the air, along with Sunny’s giggles.

“So,” Sabrina swallowed the last of her food, “what happened?”

“We drive him back to school and make him confess everything to the phys ed. teacher, who then signs Donny up for a month of maintenance in the gym.” Another round of laughter came.

“Yeah, yeah, guys. Laugh it up. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Donny,” Charlie stared at him, “you stole our female teachers underwear while you were supposed to be participating in swim class. I would consider that pretty bad.”

“You should have seen his face when he had to confess everything,” Alan shook his head.

“It was a dare!” Don tried to lessen the hysterics, which simply heightened the hilarity of it all.

Finally, when they all relaxed Alan rose to his feet and said, “I’ll get this cleaned up then we can bring out the dessert.”

“Let me help,” Sabrina stood.

“No, no, no. Guests aren’t allowed to help.”

“Please, I insist.”

“You won’t win this one, Dad,” Don warned, leaning back in his chair.

“Fine. Sabrina, you can help.”

She smiled triumphantly and gathered all the dishes, following Alan through the swinging door. Don watched her until she was no longer visible. Sunny pulled out a Fox and the Hound book and immersed herself into it.

“I like her.”

He looked at his brother and smiled. “Me too.”

“How serious is it?”

“I don’t know. On one hand it’s only going to be a month in two days, but on the other…”

“Are you in love with her?”

“What? No, of course not…yet.”

“Hey, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. Just that she might not want to go as fast as you.”

“I know.”

“It’s killing you, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

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Chapter 12: To Do, or Not to Do?

Something was different…not necessarily wrong, just…not right. Colby opened his eyes a fraction and was instantly bombarded with a piercing light. He wasn’t in his bed and there was something warm and breathing wrapped around his body. Someone else was in bed with him…someone with a lot of hair.

Kezzia.

Carefully, he pushed some of her curls away and confirmed his suspicions. She was snuggled against him, using his t-shirt clad chest as a pillow. One arm was tucked under her cheek and the other resting limply over his abdomen. Her smooth legs were wound around his and he wondered how they had managed that in their sleep. He tried not to imagine what they could do when they were awake. He also tried to ignore the feel of her bare legs against his and the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He didn’t quite succeed.

His head dropped back onto his pillow. This was so awkward. Should he wake her and risk great embarrassment or would it be better to slowly crawl out from under her and go take an ice cold shower? Remaining completely still, a thousand different scenarios ran through his mind, all of which resulted in an early morning make out session.

His mind was not at a modest place.

She shifted in her sleep. One hand rose up his chest while the other slid downward to his hipbone. Her fingertips slid under his tee and lazily wandered around in circles. His eyes clenched shut.

Not a modest place at all.

He needed that shower. Now. Colby meticulously peeled her body off his, one limb at a time until he was free of the long, smooth temptation, aka: her. He reburied her in her blankets and tiptoed to the bathroom, silently closing the door behind him.

When he finished in the shower twenty minutes later he wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. The first thing he saw was Kezzia on the floor doing the splits, her upper body bent over to her left side and her arms stretched out. She was still wearing just the black snug boxers and red spaghetti strap shirt.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Stretching. What does it look like?”

Like you’re trying to murder me, he answered silently.

“What are you doing?” She looked at him from an upside down perspective. She added in her head, Other than standing in front of me, once again without a shirt on. Doing her best to remain nonchalant she moved to stretch the other side of her midriff. Either put a shirt on or take the towel off; this was not fair. She should not be able to mentally see her fingers spread out over his chest and abs and feel the muscles contract under her touch but not see his thighs. It was like having a little piece of heaven dangling in front of her, just out of reach. And damn, did that suck or what?

“Looking for my clothes.”

“Looks to me like your staring at me.” Remain normal. Well, normal for me.

“I’m just trying to wrap my brain around how you can bend that way.”

“It’s called flexibility, and you have no idea how I can bend.” But if you’d like, I could show you. The floor space is on the gimpy side, would you like to use the bed, instead?

Colby was fairly certain he had a pretty good idea how her body could bend, that is unless his imagination was diminishing. “I’m going to change.”

“Okay.” Damn! No, I mean yay! Great, now I’m all confused. I hate being confused. And I hate being teased unless I know it will lead to something good and so far I’m not getting that impression. She watched him snatch up a pair of faded jeans, (yay!) a gray t-shirt (yay!) and his black boxer briefs (halleluiah) and go into the bathroom. The door slammed shut and she fell forward onto the floor.

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They had been on the highway for forty-five minutes before the most dreaded statement came. “I need to pee.”

Colby groaned and glanced at her. “Why didn’t you go before we left the motel?”

“I didn’t need to go then.” Kezzia shook her head as if she didn’t understand how he hadn’t figured that out on his own.

“Hold it.”

“Excuse me?” she stared at him incredulously.

“Hold it in.”

“Are you serious? I can do that for a while but not until the next town. That could be hours still.”

“Do you think we have a jar in here?”

“Colby. I am female. Carbon based - yes. Human - yes. Breathe oxygen - yes. Have the ability to pee in a jar - no.”

“Oh. Right. Forgot.”

“You forgot that I didn’t have a, umm, you know. Thing.”

“You can’t say it, can you?”

“Of course I can.”

“Really.”

“Well, can you?”



“Pe-”

She screamed and covered her ears. “Lalalalalalalala! Not listening! Lalalalala!”

“Okay, okay.” He laughed at her. “You can uncover you ears,” he yelled, and cautiously she dropped her hands. “Forget it. Baby.”

“I have a feeling that wasn’t the nice kind of ‘baby.’” He smirked in response. “I still have to pee, Colby.”

“Can’t you just go behind a bush or something?”

“Look around, moron, do you see any bushes?”

“Too bad.”

“Colby. Turn around.”

“I can’t. We’d lose almost two hours.”

“Forty-five plus forty-five is an hour and a half, idiot.”

“I’m taking into account how long it would take you until you finally let me pull you out of the convenience store.”

“Smart.” What he meant registered. “Hey!” He chuckled. “You are a mean person, Colby.”

“Well, babe, I give what I’m dealt.”

“I am not mean! You jerk.”

“What did you say? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you through all the flying insults.”

“I’m not being mean, just expressive through the use of my vocabulary. Do you know what my vocabulary wants right now?”

“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”



“It wants to pee!” He growled, and shivers ran down Kezzia’s spine. “Really, really wants to pee.”

“Fine. We’ll go back.”

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Kezzia may have left her pee there but she did not skimp on things to take away. “What did you do?”

“I bought a cooler.” She held it up and settled into the bucket seat.

“It’s pink.”

“Pink is supposed to be a very relaxing color.”

“Why is it pink?”

“Because the pigments are reflecting some light rays and absorbing others. Thus, creating this shade of red, also known as pink. Fuchsia if you will. ”

“Why did you pick the pink one?”

“Because the others were all gross colors like white.”

“Heaven forbid.”

“I know! That’s exactly what I said. Well, not really. I said ‘hell no’ but it virtually means the same thing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Come on,” she slapped his thigh, “are we going to leave or what?”

He blinked, then turned to face the front and started the vehicle. As Colby pulled onto the road he watched her out of the corner of his eye. “What do you all have in there?” She was rummaging through her new prized possession.

“Strawberries…whipped cream…chocolate…chocolate milk…Teddy Grahams…Nutella… plastic spoons to eat the Nutella…tampons. Wonna get those outa there.” She chucked them over her head. “Cold tampons,” she shivered just thinking about it. “And some magazines that you’re forbidden to look at.”

“Why?”

“They’re for women.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Cosmo and Victoria’s secret. If I’m going to be cut off from the world at least now I have a portal into the unshakable foundational link from woman to woman. It’s amazing. You should try it some day.”

“Let me just get right on that. Oh wait, I can’t because I have a pe-”

“Ahhhhh!” She slapped her palms over her ears. “I can’t hear you! I’m blocking the sound waves that would otherwise damage me mentally and psychologically!” He sighed and sensing that he wasn’t talking any longer she dropped her hands. “Thank you. Want a snack?”

“I’m driving and it’s already hard enough with you constantly talking.” She was quiet. “Why aren’t you talking?”

She whispered, “You don’t want me to talk, so I figured I’d see what is was like to be quiet.”

“Oh…okay.”

She nodded.

Five seconds later…

A car passed them.

Ten seconds later…

Colby’s fingers began tapping the steering wheel.

Fifteen seconds later…

A bug splattered on the windshield.

“Okay, I can’t stand this. Please talk.”

“My pleasure. Are you sure you don’t want a snack? I have strawberries. Everybody loves strawberries.”

“Really, Kez, I’m not hungry.”

“Well I’m having some.” She took one piece of fruit, squirted the whipped cream onto it and pulled out her Cosmopolitan magazine.

“You’re not talking.”

She turned on the radio to a country station and bit into her snack, flipping through the pages, stopping to read every now and then. Kezzia licked some cream off her lips. The SUV swerved. “What the hell!”

“Sorry.”

“If you need me to talk that badly I can read out loud.”

“No,” he answered quickly. “I really don’t think that would help. But thanks.”

“Meh,” she shrugged, preparing and biting into another strawberry, “another time.”

Colby gave a nervous chuckle, the first time in his life. “Sure. Okay.” He turned up the radio. I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die…

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Don traced the tiny birthmark on her hip with his finger.

“That was a nice way to start our one-month anniversary,” Sabrina grinned as she ran her hand up and down his abdomen.

“Mm-hmm.” He agreed. “I wouldn’t object to a repeat.”

She laughed weakly, still not having the energy after their very expressive greeting and shifted on his bed to look at him, her chin propped on her palm. “You said you had a surprise for me and I’m guessing this wasn’t it.”

“Patience, Bree, you’ll get it yet.”

“Speed is underrated,” she plopped back down onto the mattress, raising a chuckle from Don’s throat.

“Agreed,” he growled in her ear.

“That isn’t what I meant.”

“Your point?” he ensnared her earlobe between his lips.

“I don’t…mmm…remember…Don…I’m trying to…ahh…think…” His mouth had been moving down the side of her neck to her shoulder where he had very early on discovered a ticklish spot. The hand that had previously been at her hip now moved to the small of her back and he used the leverage to roll her above him, still nibbling at her.

“Do you want to know what I think?”

Sabrina nuzzled her face in his neck, breathing in the scent she loved. “Maybe…if it’s worth saying.”

“I think I’m not gonna give you your surprise until later.”

She pulled back. “What? That’s not fair, Don.”

“You can’t wait half an hour?”

“What are we supposed to do until then?”

He flipped her over and pressed her into the mattress. “What do you think?”

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Chapter 13: Dreaded Questions


“Quit driving so bumpy. I’m trying to do my nails, hello-o.” Kezzia had her feet planted on the dash with cotton balls stuffed between her toes and a red nail polish brush in her hand. A closed orange bottle was balancing beside her thighs.

“It’s not me, Kezzia, it’s the road.”

“Well drive on a smoother part then.”

“It’s either the road or the ditch.”

“What about the shoulder?” Colby swerved the vehicle over to show her what it would be like and her closed polish bottle fell from the seat and rolled to his feet as he straightened the SUV out. “Way to go, dude. Smooth.”

“You asked for it.”

“Where’s my orange stuff?”

“By my feet.”

“Ugh. Don’t you all volunteer to get it for me at once.”

“There’s only me and I’m a bit busy driving.”

“Fine. I’ll get it. Don’t move.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and doing her best not to smudge her half-done toenails she bent over at the waist and reached down to the floor by Colby’s feet. Unable to grasp it she wiggled closer, her cheek resting on his thigh as she stretched her arm. He shifted. “I said don’t move, Colby.” Her words were slurred against his jeans.

“I’m trying,” he ground out. If her face wasn’t right there it might have been easier but really, cop or no cop, he was still just one man.

“Gotcha!” She curled her fingers around the bottle and flew back up to her rightful position. “Now don’t drive so stupid unless you want me to have to do that again and just so you know, that was not a very comfortable position.”

You’re telling me? He didn’t answer, simply did his best to focus on driving in a straight line. And then it came, the one thing he had been dreading the most. The question.

“Are we there yet?”

“No.”

“How long till we get there?”

“A few more hours. It will be dark by the time we get to the cabin.”

“Does it have horses?”

“No.”

“Why are you acting like a bitch?”

“I’m tired.”

“So am I but you don’t see me being a dick.”

“Good for you.”

“You say it but you don’t mean it.”

“What ever gave you that impression?”

“I don’t like you right now,” she crossed her arms.

“You have no idea how horrible that makes me feel.”

“Shut up. You and your sarcasm are really annoying.”

“You and yourself are really annoying,” he countered.

“Whatever.”

“Fine.”

“Fine. Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

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Half an hour later…

“Are we there yet?”

“No. For the sixth time, no.”

“Fifth.”

“Same difference.”

“That’s a very contradicting statement, Colby,” Kezzia mumbled, her mouth full of Teddy Graham cookies. “Want one?” she held out the bag.

“No. And that’s a very random question, Kezzia.”

“Meh. Ooo! Trees! I see trees, that means that we’re getting close right?”

“What?”

“Cabins are always surrounded by trees and this is pretty much the only tree other than those forests that we passed that I’ve seen the entire trip.”

“Come again?”

“Why don’t you ever listen the first time?” She took another handful of the snack, chewing loudly and pulled out her Cosmopolitan magazine, flipping through the pages until she found one that apparently interested her.

“If you wouldn’t stick three sentences into one I might be able to.”

“Or if you would use your ears once and a while. You know, those things on the side of your pretty head.”

“I have a pretty head?”

“Well, if you prefer attractive pretend I said that.”

“I have an attractive head?”

“Quit fishing for compliments, Colby.”

“I have an attractive head.” He tried to comprehend her logic but didn’t quite manage to succeed.

“Are we-”

“No we are not there yet!”

“sexually compatible.”

“What?!”

“Are we sexually compatible. It’s a quiz.” She showed him. “We fight a lot and usually people who bicker like we do would have really hot make up sex.”

“And where the hell is this coming from?”

“The magazine. Again, with the listening issues. You should really work on that. There’s an article on listening in here, I’ll rip it out just don’t read the other side.”

“Why not?”

“Something with ‘Flattering Positions for Him and Her.’ Stuff that you should not be reading when you’ll be stuck with only me for who knows how long.”

“But you can read it?”

“Of course. It’s common knowledge females have a better control over their sexual urges than men. No offence.”

“Umm. None taken. I think.”

“Are we there yet?”

A/N: Reviews are love. Oh, and sorry for the extremely loooooooooong wait for an update. Usually I would excuse myself by saying I worked too much and blah blah blah, and that's partly true, but basically I was lazy. Reviews are a great motivator, though. Hint cough hint.

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