Ain't Shady Baby, I'm Hot

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Our heads tilted as I pushed to my toes. Our lips meeting. A fury of emotions colliding. All my anger, all my fear, all my hate poured into this painfully searing kiss.

My hands traced from his shoulders to wrap around his neck. Fingers interlaced as I pulled him closer. My lungs burned until I finally pulled away. Separating despite his attempts to follow me.

"Why?" I panted, my eyes revealing my spiral of emotions.

"Because I'm a fucking coward. And this feeling is terrifying." He brought his forehead to mine. An emotional position.

"What feeling?" Our voices soft as if we were telling a secret to each other.

"Infatuation. This unprecedented need to be around you even if we're fighting. To have your attention. To make you laugh. To make you cry. To make you only think about me." His hands tightened.

"Don't go sappy on me, Cameron." I rose my chin so I could look him in the eye. Our lips nearly touching. "You're about to leave me high and dry. Another game I've fallen pawn in." His eyes on mine as his expression was somber.

"It never was a game." I smirked coyly.

"Then prove it." His eyes lit up at my challenge and with a smirk of his own his lips were back on mine.

His fingers digging into my waist as he held me to him. A thankful thought escaping me as he held my right side and not my left.

"You were right. I have no morals."

There was no gap left between our bodies. A stupid fiery ball of passion burned in my chest. Blurring my mind as I dove in head first. My lips parting just enough to make him fight for entry.

My hands now in his hair as I tugged him backwards just as his tongue made it through. A husky, disappointed growl leaving his lips as I pulled away. I nipped his lower lip as I moved backwards enough to keep him from closing the gap.

"Why did you say all those things?" I asked.

"Because your eyes glow when you're angry." I rolled my eyes at his stupid excuse.

"You dick." He grinned into the kiss as he traced his hand from the back of my head to my side, both hands on my waist.

"Jump." He mumbled in between kissing me.

"Wait." I gasped out grabbing his hands, pain flaring up from where he had anticipated helping me lift. "Ow, fuck." I leaned my head backwards against the wall as I grabbed my side.

"Xena, what's wrong? What did I do?" He panicked, stepping away to check me over.

"Just too much pressure. It was an accident." I tried to calm him down, but he'd already seen me holding my side.

He dropped to his knees. My lustful heart threatening to explode as I looked away.

You should not be thinking these things!

I scolded myself as I felt Rafe's hands on my hips. His touch gentle as he tapped me.

"Xena, what happened." I pushed the book-demon from the controls as I turned my gaze to Rafe. His messy hair, red lips, and blue-grey eyes staring up at me as if I was a prize nearly had me buckling at the knees.

"Holy thoughts. Holy thoughts." I whispered under my breath.

His lip quirked a little before going serious. Shit, he definitely heard me.

"I got hit with some metal and well, I've got three sets of stiches." I explained pointing at my left side.

"May I?" I rose an eyebrow.

"May you what? Rafe, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have something explode if you stay on your knees." A wicked smirk pulled on his face as I let the words slip from my mouth.

"You promise?" I gasped as I felt his hands slip under the button up. His fingertips just above my waistband.

"Definitely." I whimpered. The pounding of my heart so loud there was no doubt he could feel it from where he drug his fingertips.

He hummed but slowly rose to his feet. My back still firmly against the wall as the blond towered over me. His fingers trailing up to gently hold my waist.

"Was I the first person to get on my knees for you?" I gulped hiding my gaze into his chest as he whispered low in my ears.

"I hate you." I grumbled resting my forehead on his chest. He bounced as he laughed. A grin falling on my lips at him.

"I'd like to see the stitches. I learned a new technique to cleaning them." I rose my head.

"Rafe, I've had stitches fifteen times. I think I've learned all the techniques by now." He pouted, the image captured in my brain forever as he picked at the fabric of my--his shirt.

I popped up into my toes and pecked his cheek. Dropping back onto my heels as he perked up. His eyes narrowing as he chased my lips. I grinned as an idea came to mind.

I ducked, grabbing his hands and pulling them free of my shirt. I held his hands as I spun us around. His shock evident as I leaned in acting as if I was going to kiss him, but at the last second I broke free and took off.

My bare feet padding on the wood floor as it changed to tile and I skidded to the other side of the kitchen counter. A grin on my lips as I heard Rafe coming.

"You really shouldn't be running with stitches." His words and actions were contradictory. He looked ready to chase if I were to take off.

"Hmm. And are you going to stop me?" His eyes blazed with the challenge as he moved trying to get around the island counter but I kept it between us.

My grin growing as I saw him huff. I hadn't even started playing yet. I figured I'd give him a chance. At the next pass around the counter I took off to the living room, him right behind me as I ran around the coffee table and put the couch between us. His arms nearly long enough to reach as I taunted him.

I couldn't really do much other than run back down the hall to the kitchen. And he was smart enough to know that as he came around sprinting. A shriek leaving my lips as I went back to the kitchen.

I ran around the backside of the island as he tried to come and cut me off. I shouted in surprise as I tried to turn back around. But he was faster. His hands slipping around my hips as he held me back.

"Gotcha."

I spun in his hold, his hands going resting on my hips. My hands drifting to his chest. I was breathing heavily as the effort took more out of me then it normally would.

"So, you going to kis-"

He shut me up. His hand lifting my chin as the other pulled my lower half to meet his. I smiled into the kiss. Grabbing his shoulders, I lifted to my toes deepening the kiss.

That fiery ball of passion was now a raging inferno.

I'm such an idiot.