A/N: OK, so here it is...my version of what happened that night. This completes this story, as I did only have a few hours to play with. Remember, I like comments, but would never beg for them.

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Aaron held her hand tightly in his as they topped the stairs and made the short walk to his bedroom door. His heart was pounding. Usually he wasn’t this courageous - he couldn’t assert himself in this way, but tonight, here with her, he had to make the most of it.

He opened the door, allowing her to enter in before him. The dim light spilling in from the almost full moon outside cast a silvery glow on his unmade bed, and he rushed to straighten it out before making his way back to her.

“I just need to know,” he said, once again cradling her hand, “I need to know if you’re not OK with this, because if you’re not, then, I’ll understand.”

His rant was silenced as Majandra pulled him down on top of her on his bed, her hands feverishly working on the hem of his t-shirt. He lifted up enough to allow her to remove it before leaning in to take her lips with his, trailing his way downward toward her neck. He could hear her below him, her breath becoming more labored as she began to work on her own shirt.

“No,” he said, lifting himself up on his hands.

“No?” she said, her eyes widening. “You bring me up here to your room, after asking me to stay, and you’re going to tell me no?”

She saw his smile in the pale light. “No,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear. “Let me do it for you.”

His breath warm on her neck, his hands wandered down from her face, grazing her shoulders and running the length down her arms, ending at the hem of her blouse. Gently he ran his fingers beneath the soft fabric, ever so slowly pulling it upward. He heard her breath hitch in her throat as he lifted it slowly up, until he reached the bottom of her bra. “Mmmmm…” he growled, “Black lace.”

She couldn’t help but laugh as his hands grazed up her sides, the slow, meticulous taunting of his fingers on her hypersensitive skin. “Aaron…” she breathed, catching his attention.

“Yes?” he mouthed, his mouth now touching the skin where his fingers once danced.

“This is…”

Her voice was silenced as he quickly pulled the remainder of her shirt from her torso, leaving her almost exposed, save for her bra.

It was his turn to lose his breath as he truly looked at her for the first time. “You are amazing,” he said, moving himself to where she lay directly beneath him on the bed. “Your skin, your eyes…your breasts.”

Majandra looked up at the boy she’d known for so many years and, thankfully, did not see her best friend’s brother. Unfortunately, it was the last thing she’d see before she passed out.

What the hell were you thinking?

The thought ran over and over in his head. They’d drank an entire bottle of Grey Goose by themselves. No wonder she’d passed out. He kept mentally beating himself up over the fact that not only was his sister’s best friend lying in the bed with him at 4 AM, half naked, but that she was most likely drunk and he’d coerced her up here without her being in a sober state.

But, she had come back and woke him up. They had kissed fairly passionately before the alcohol. She had confessed of a crush at one time.

He considered all of this as his fingers drifted over the smooth curve of her cheek. Her eyes fluttered but didn’t open, and he continued to trace a smooth path over her skin, marveling at her fragility in sleep; a fragility she tried, and succeeded, to hide to the world every day.

She sighed slightly under her breath, a delicate, hitching sound, and he wondered if she was dreaming. Her forehead crinkled slightly, and the pillow rustled as she shifted, instinctively leaning into his arms. He smiled faintly, gazing down at her as her eyes slid sleepily open, and she gazed dreamily back up at him.

“Hey,” she murmured, blinking a little to clear the sleepiness from her eyes.

“Hey,” he replied, voice rumbling in the silence of the room, lowering his hand slowly from her cheek to the mattress.

“What are you doing?” she asked, smile tugging at her voice as she tilted her head to the side, regarding him coyly.

“Just… watching,” he said faintly.

She continued to smile, brown hair tangled messily around her head on the pillow. She made no effort to straighten it, and her complete lack of self-consciousness resonated within him as a sign of her trust. “Why?” she asked, bordering on amusement.

“The soul in sleep gives proof of its divine nature,” he quoted thoughtfully.

She smiled, self-depreciating and flattered at the same time, turning her head into the pillow to hide her surprised grin. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy use a line like that on me.”

He concealed his smirk, though it was very, very hard. “Is that right?”

“Well, you get props for your creativity,” she noted offhandedly, linking her hands over the sheet on her stomach. “Trust me, it’s much more eloquent than all of the propositions I‘ve ever gotten.”

This time, the smirk did reach his lips, and he bent forward, pressing his lips lightly to her cheek, the thin stubble scratching slightly against her skin. She turned her head to meet him, sighing softly against his mouth as they kissed, an infinite sense of softness and gentle patience traversing between them.

“We didn’t?” she questioned, motioning down to the sheets, “you know? That?”

He smiled. “No, NO. You apparently were either really tired, or the alcohol caught up with you.”

She laughed. “Yeah, vodka does that to me sometimes.”

He lifted his broad fingers, molding them softly to the curve of her waist, savoring her warmth through the thin sheet as she rolled onto her side.

“How about now? Are you buzzed now?”

“No. I work in a bar. Damn it, I hang out with your sister. We know how to hold our liquor.”

His smile faded.

“Oh no, I did it…I mentioned Ja…”

Aaron hushed her as he leaned back to looked at the clock. 4:36 AM “For the next 3 hours at least, there’s only you and me. No one else, understand?”

She nodded.

She slid her hand over the firm line of his forearm, circling it around his neck until her fingers were tangling through his hair, stroking it gently at his nape. They were now pressed together lengthwise, and their kisses grew with more intimacy, nibbling and teasing one another’s lips with languid purpose, prolonging the moment with an ease that only came from a silent familiarity.

There were no qualms or regrets or insecurities; no thoughts of who was who. They just were; curving into each other, giving into their mutual want and need without an ounce of trepidation.

She could only moan softly as his lips moved down her neck, nibbling at the base of her throat, then downward to the valley between her breasts. She couldn’t help herself – she had to feel his flesh on hers now.

Aaron drew a quick breath as she pulled at the waistband of his boxers, pushing them downward. Her fingertips feathered over his newly exposed skin, sending an electric jolt through his body.

Shewas beautiful lying there, her chestnut hair resting against her shoulders, her lips lush and sensuous curved in a slight smile. He could see her passion; he could feel her need for him. He had to have her.

They wasted no time undressing, but took all the time in the world exploring each other – their hands and lips lingering over each other until it was almost unbearable. He took delight in all the little noises she made in response to his kisses, his touches, his caresses. He loved the way her body moved underneath his touch.

“Please,” she finally whimpered, her body writhing beneath him. “I need to feel you now.”

“Now?” he teased, reaching over her to the nightstand and opening the drawer. “Oh, no…this can’t be happening.” He continued to fumble around in the darkness, looking for the small foil wrapped package. “I know I’ve got…”

She tapped him on the shoulder. “Looking for this?”

Turning to face her, he smiled. “Preparedness…I like that in a woman.” Taking the packet from her, he quickly tore it open and rolled it on. “Now, where were we?” he joked.

“Right about here,” she purred, pulling him down on top of her, their bodies melding into one, working in unison until they brought each other to release. He collapsed atop her, his energy spent, his breath almost non-existent.

“Wow,” he panted, rolling onto his side. “That was…”

“Yeah,” she agreed, curling into him. “It was…”

He pulled away long enough to take care of discarding the condom, and returned back to her side, handing her the bra and panties he‘d so quickly discarded. “It’s cold…you might want those.”

“But, I’ve got you to keep me warm, right?”

“Yes, you do,” he said, waiting patiently for her to return to some semblance of dress before pulling her down, her head resting on his chest.

As the sun began to peek up over the horizon, they fell asleep together, happy, and satisfied.