Looking Beyond

Chapeter 11: Challenge Accepted

     Savannah pushed Erik down on her bed and straddled him. "You know, Erik, I have my ways." She cooed.

     "If you think shoving my face in your magnificent breasts will get me to talk, it won't." He smirked. "But I won't be opposed to being subjected to that kind of torture either."

     She raked her fingers down his shirt-covered chest. "I have other methods." She ground her hips against his. Erik's eyes darkened. "Ooh? You liked that, didn't you?" She leaned forward and rocked her hips again.

     "Vannah-Girl." Erik's voice was struggling to remain calm and Savannah knew it.

     "What do you know about them?" She asked quietly.

     Erik swallowed hard. He didn't want to say anything, especially if Brea and Jacob didn't know that he knew. "Nothing."

     "Really? Nothing at all?" She leaned closer to him and sucked on his neck.

     "Wh-what are you doing?"

     "Nothing." She grinned and reached beside her bed. "You know Erik..." She kissed him slowly and sensually. She pulled back slightly, watching how eyes were still closed and his lips were plumped and ready for another kiss. If she didn't have such a strong attraction to Dan, Erik wouldn't be too bad to be with. He was hot, funny, and the things he could do to her! She pushed the thoughts out of her head, focusing back on her mission. "Erik, put your hands here." She pointed to her headboard.

     "Okay." He blindly followed her order. "Like this?"

     "That's great. Hold still." She leaned back down, kissed him again, and clicked her handcuffs on him, trapping him to her bed. She stood up, leaving Erik lying on her bed. "I'm sorry Erik, but I need to know." She unlocked her door and left.

     "SAVANNAH! LET ME GO!"

     She poked her head back in the doorway. "Calm down. I'll be right back!"

     Erik mentally kicked himself. 'How did I let her do that?' He shook his head and then smiled. 'She kissed me three times in less than twenty-four hours. I have a chance. I just need to wait.' He pushed his thoughts aside as he heard her race up the stairs to Jacob's room. He heard a loud squeal and the sound of her footsteps leaving Jacob's room.

     Savannah slammed the door open and pointed at Erik. "YOU KNEW!"

     Erik attempted to play innocent. "Knew what?"

     "THEY HAD SEX!"

     Dan walked out of his room and stared at Savannah yelling into her room. Curious, he went up to her and leaned over her shoulder. "Who had sex?" He looked over at Erik on Savannah's bed, still handcuffed to the headboard. "Ooookay. I don't think I want to know." He spun around and raced downstairs to tend to his errands.

     Savannah stood still. She looked at Erik. "That was Dan on my shoulder, wasn't it?"

     Erik nodded. "Now can you let me go?"

     Savannah stumbled over and released Erik from his restraints. "Wait! I'm mad at you! Why didn't you tell me they had sex?"

     "Because I didn't know for sure. I didn't see them." Savannah glared at him accusingly. "I didn't. I saw their feet like I had said. I didn't look long enough to see if it was suspicious."

     "Eric Michael. You of all people know what sex smells like. You can still smell it in there!"

     Erik blushed. "So? Why not let them have their time? They're consenting adults."

     "I'm going to kill Jacob. Taking advantage of her like that."

     "He didn't take advantage of her. She seemed pretty willing when she was kissing him earlier."

     "YOU SAW THEM KISSING? What else aren't you telling me?" She gave a glare that scared the hell out of Erik. He had never seen Savannah this mad at anyone.

     "They didn't have pants on..." He whispered.

     "WHAT?"

     "They had underwear on, but no pants."

     "I will kill him."

     "Calm down Vannah! Why are you so upset?"

     Savannah narrowed her eyes. "Every time Brea gets hurt, she rushes off to next guy that is even the slightest bit attractive and says 'Hi' to her. She ends up fooling around and doing a few things she'll end up regretting, and then drown her sorrows in a tub of ice cream."

     "Having random sex isn't horrible, but Brea does deserve someone who cares about her." Erik thought out loud.

     "You don't get it Erik. Brea doesn't have random sex. She fools around." She ran her fingers through her dark hair. "She's a virgin...well, she was until last night apparently."

     "Brea? At twenty-four? I don't believe it!"

     Savannah grabbed Brea's journal and flipped a few entries back. "Here. This is where she wrote what she'd love to do with Trevor. This is what she was hoping would result from her date last night. THIS is why I want to kill Trevor and now Jacob."

     Erik read the journal passage. "God, Jacob must have been too drunk to notice or care." He closed the book and handed it back to Savannah. "He would NEVER had done that if he were sober. It's been a while since he's done anything like this. He was supposed to be getting his act together while living here." He sighed and ran his fingers through his curls. "You should put that back. We can't tell them that we know. Let's see what happens."

     "But..."

     "No 'buts' Vannah-Girl. We don't interfere unless they get hurt."