Sex and the Treaty

What a night!

Stacy's perspective:

I was right in front of him. His eyes looked at me with all the curiosity in the world maybe thinking of what I would do. I guess he was scared of what his sister might do in front of his friends. 

My hands went up to his white buttoned down shirt and I started unbuttoning him. He looked down to where my fingers were and then looked back up again, but this time his eyebrows were creased. I completely unbuttoned his shirt and with one swing I pushed it out of his shoulders. 

His bare chest was facing me and his eyes were just gazing at my face. 

I threw his shirt on the ground and then looked up to his confused eyes. My palms placed itself on his abs. That very instant, his eyes shut close and I saw his fists ball up. I knew the plan was working. I could feel his abs, those perfectly worked and tanned chest just touching my skin like they did that night.

My palms moved all over his chest and I could make out the intense breathing from the movement of his abs. He opened his eyes and saw my evil twitched smiled face and gazed at it again. His balled hands freed and it was about to snake around my waist but I held it away and tugged it back. My hands moved towards his shoulders and I could feel the burning skin under my palms.

His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me more closer and I have no idea why I didn't resist. He pulled me closer and just looked into my anger filled eyes. The angry looks slowly turned into actions and I realized my nails were digging into his shoulders, trying to cause him pain. 

But instead of wincing or moving in pain, Atticus just looked at my fingers piercing his shoulders and turned back to me. His chocolate eyes gazed into my eyes again and he began to smirk. 

Like what the bloody hell?

I'm trying to cause him pain but he's just letting me do it happily. I didn't understand and my eyebrows creased more and I could make out how deep my nails were inside his shoulders. The eye contact he was giving, I couldn't match it. I kept looking away at how much more pain I can cause him but I felt his gaze on me all the time. 

"Um.. Time up?" Caroline said softly and I could make out the prolonged silence. 

I mean who does that to her own brother? It sure did feel like a meany bitchy slutty move but they don't know the other part of the story. 

"Okay." I nodded and moved away. 

Atticus's hands left me and I looked at him gaping at me again. I looked away and took his shirt off the floor. I threw it on his face which he caught it and I rolled my eyes. His lips twitched more and I sat back in my place.

"Still not over him huh?" Davis whispered. 

"I was never in love with him to be over him." I scoffed back.

"You're still talking to me?" Davis chuckled.

I wasn't in love with him. I just liked him. I'm clear about that part. Am I? Yes Stacy, you are not in love with Atticus. Never been in love with him and never even will be. 

"Done convincing your self that you don't love him?" Davis chuckled again.

What the heck is his problem.

"Just mind your business." I scolded. 

"Alright." He raised his hands up and shook his head, still laughing. 

Ugh! I groaned as I turned back to the fire. I noticed how everyone was silent again and Atticus had his shirt back on. I didn't quite like his shirt back on--

Shut the heck up. 

I don't care what he wears or does not wear. 

I saw the bottle spin again and this time it landed on Dean with its base and Caroline with the mouth of the bottle. I'd like to see how this works. Dean is like forever in love with his girlfriend next to him and Caroline is busy hitting on my step-brother, who is also present here.