A/N: So, this was just an idea that I had when a friend and I were talking about how we think things should go. Hope you enjoy. Summary: Langston and Markko decide that it may be time, but do not want to be hasty about jumping right into it, knowing what the negative consequences could be. I suck at summaries. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I decided to turn it into a new series if people like it. I still am finishing my last chapter on my last one. But, it was time for a new series. Hope you enjoy!

Langston Wilde was trying to study for her Chemistry final but had so many thoughts swimming through her head, at the moment. She was more than happy that she had her best friend back. She had been really worried about her during all that time that she was gone, and then to here what she and Cole had gone through made her absolutely sick. Why couldn't they ever catch a break? Those thoughts automatically made her think of what she and Markko had gone through when Mr. Manning decided that they knew more than they were saying. She was so scared that she was going to lose Markko. She knew that she could never deal with that. She loved him more than anything. Those thoughts made her think of how much things had changed over the past year for them. They were not the same people that they were that day in the gym, or even when they finally started seeing each other in August.

She was really having a hard time concentrating. She did not want to blow this test but knew there were more important things that she could be doing right now than studying. She decided to text Markko. She pulled her phone out and sent him a text.

"I'm bored. What are you up to?"

Across town, Markko had just gotten off of work and had tons of homework. He thought about calling Langston to see if they wanted to chill and do homework together but he knew with Starr and Cole just getting back, things were probably crazy over there. He felt his phone vibrate, and read her text. He smiled at that and decided to text her back.

"Just got off work. Tons of homework." He wanted to hear her voice so he called her. She answered right away. "Hey, babe. You have tons of homework too?"

"Yeah, so I was thinking, do you want to chill and do our homework together or something?"

"Yeah, definitely. Things are crazy here, though. So, I don't know if here is the best idea."

"Well, do you want to come over to my house in like twenty minutes?"

Langston was glad to hear him say that. She could use a break from the chaos and just spend the evening with her boyfriend. "Sure, that sounds like a plan. You don't think your mom will care?"

Markko hoped this did not freak her out when he said it. He was not inviting her over for anything other than he just felt like spending some time alone with his girlfriend. "They went to New York or something for the night. I'm all alone."

"Well, just let me ask Dorian, and I will be there in just a little while."

"Okay, I'll see you then, freak."

She laughed at that. "You too, freak." She hung up the phone. She did not know how she and Markko made calling each other freak so endearing, but they did. So many times, she wanted to say I love you to him, but freak always seemed to come easier for them. It's not like they had never said it before, but yet they both seemed to hesitate for some strange reason. She went downstairs, and the house seemed eerily quiet, which was never a good thing. She found Dorian in the living room. "Dorian, would it be okay if I went and did homework with Markko for a while?"

"Where at?"

Langston hesitated, "His house."

"Are his parents there?"

"Of course they are. I just need to get out of here for a while. I can not take anymore of this right now."

Dorian gave in. She never wanted Langston to have to go through any of this. The poor girl had been through so much, in such a short time. As much as she did not agree that Markko was good enough for Langston, she could tell how much he cared for her foster daughter. "Okay, but you make sure to be home no later than midnight. Langston hugged Dorian, "Thank you so much. I promise not a minute later." Langston ran back upstairs to grab her backpack. She thought about changing but decided that she liked the way she looked.

Markko got home and unlocked his door. He was so tired from work, but was really looking forward to spending some time with Langston without all the Manning family drama. He would do anything for Starr and Cole, but he was worn out from it all. He just wanted to spend the evening with Langston, even if it was doing homework. He took a quick shower and went to change clothes, before she got there. He threw on a black t-shirt and some jeans. He just finished getting dressed when the doorbell rang. He opened it and smiled.

"Hey, come on in." He had to admit that she looked beautiful. He thought that this morning too, when she brought him the cup of coffee. She sat down on his couch. "Do you want a soda or something?"

"Sure. That sounds good." She opened her backpack and pulled out her chemistry book. He went to the kitchen and got them both a soda, and handed it to her. He sat down next to her and put his arms around her, and leaned in and kissed her softly. She smiled. "I was wondering when you were going to do that."

He joked with her. "You've only been here two minutes."

She retorted, "Well, you should have kissed me then, but you were too busy worrying about your soda."

He smiled at her. "I was trying to be polite. You could have kissed me too." She pulled at his shirt and kissed him again, this time more deeply. He deepened the kiss even more and wrapped his arms completely around her. He then pulled away. "See, that's what you should have done earlier."

She smiled and looked back at her chemistry book and then looked at him. "Um, Markko, what are you doing?"

"Studying, what does it look like?"

"See, babe, it's kind of hard to study without a book." He shot her a look and went and grabbed his Physics book from his room. She smiled after he left the room.

He came back and sat down with it. They studied in silence for a while, until he got sick of studying. "Okay, we need a break." He leaned in and kissed her again. This time, she did not pull away and they continued to make out for quite a while. She finally did break apart breathless.

"Markko, we really should study."

He sighed, "You're right." He could not put the kiss out of his mind now. That was the second time in just a few days that they had found themselves kissing like that, that he did not want to stop. He wondered if she felt the same way, but definitely did not want to push the subject. He finally did just bring it up, since he was never one to be shy anyway. "Langston, have you noticed that things are getting hotter with us?"

She closed her book and turned to him. "Yeah, I have. The other night when you came over, it took everything I had to stop making out with you. I didn't want you to. I mean, we have not kissed like that since we got ice cream all over the kitchen."

He nodded. "I know. I have wanted to talk to you about it for days. I just did not know how to bring it up. I do not want you to think that I am pushing. I just wondered if it was all in my head, or if you were feeling it too."

Langston moved closer to him. "No, I was feeling it too. Maybe we are getting closer to that perfect moment, you know what I mean?" He smiled at her.

"I definitely know what you mean. Even if it's another year or even five years, you mean so much to me. I know that when we do make that decision, it will be perfect."

She smiled at him, and put her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, definitely. I want it to be just something that we both want, and to be able to feel like nothing can touch us no matter what. I just worry that I will be a disappointment to you."

He looked at her confused. "Disappointment? How could you ever disappoint me...?"

She started to feel really nervous now. "Markko, it's just you and I both know, you have a history. Everyone knows about your reputation before we met. You're not like that now, but you have been with so many girls, and how could I ever compare to that?"

He honestly was speechless for the first time in his life. "You think that I have a huge history? Why?"

She was suddenly feeling very nervous, since they had never really talked about all the girls that he had been with. "Well, the night in the kitchen, you even admitted it. I get that you do not want to tell me. It's okay." She moved further away from him.

After recovering from the shock, he grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Langston, I have never been with anyone else. I've never had sex. I dated a girl or two, but I did not even like them."

She smiled shyly. "Really?"

"Yeah, and for the record, what I said about being a player was maybe I am, maybe I'm not. My reputation got blown out of proportion. Where it came from was one weekend, I had three dates. One Friday, one Saturday, and one Sunday. I was never into commitment so I just randomly dated girls. I never slept with any of them. Something always seemed missing, and I never could figure out what it was until I saw you in the gym that day. I had not been that close to you since elementary school, and watching you play the piano, I knew that I wanted to be with you and that you had been what I was missing."

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Then, why were you such a jerk?"

"What can I say? I am a guy. I could not deal with the feelings so I pushed you away, and it's so fun to mess with you like that."

She pushes him jokingly. "You're such a jerk, you know that?"

"Yeah, but you love me anyway."

Langston looked at him and moved closer to him. She looked deep in his eyes. "Markko, I do love you more than anything. I know we don't say it a lot, but I feel it everyday. I feel it when I run my fingers through your hair, when I get chills knowing that I am going to see you, when you give me the just the sweetest kiss. I love you so much."

He smiled at her, and kissed her softly. "I love you too, Langston. I always will. You will always be the only one I love."

She pulled him back into a kiss. They both deepened the kiss and he leaned her down on the couch so they could make out, like they used to do all the time at her house. She wrapped her arms lovingly around him, and finally pulled back. He hadn't wanted to stop kissing her but wanted to respect her boundaries always. "Markko, I think I'm ready."

He definitely had not been expecting that. "Ready? You mean...?"

She had done it now. It was going to be exactly like it was in August. She told him how she felt and he was pushing her away again. She moved away from him. "I'm sorry. I read it wrong." She reached for her chemistry book. He then moved closer to her and put his arms around her waist.

"Langston, will you give me a second?"

"I get it. You don't want to have sex with me, yet again."

"No, I don't want to have sex with you." She felt tears start falling down her cheeks. He lifted her chin. "Look at me. I don't want to have sex with you, I want to make love to you. I want it to be perfect with candles and romantic music, and I am such a sap."

She smiled. "No, you aren't. You're perfect. We really have changed a lot haven't we?"

He nodded. "Yeah, but I think that's good. We're both still edgy, but with each other, we're different. You know what I mean?"

She moved closer to him and lay down with her head in his lap. "I definitely know what you mean. When I'm with you, I feel like I don't have to be so guarded. You do irritate me, but it's a good irritation."

He laughed and leaned down and kissed her again. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to her as their kiss began to get really passionate. He pulled away this time. "Do you want to go to my room?"

She sat up and kissed him again. "I thought you would never ask." She took a deep breath. "Come on." They walked into his room and he sighed at the sight of what looked like a tornado had run through it. "Sorry, it's such a mess."

She laughed and looked at him. "How do you find anything in here?"

"It's easy. Last week, I saw my Trig book under two pairs of jeans, and three other books." Markko walks over and finds it immediately.

She laughed again. "You're crazy, but I love you." She walked over to him and kissed him again. He moved them slowly to his bed, as they continued to just make out.

She thought of something and pulled away. "Markko, wait."

"Are you not sure about this anymore?"

"No, I am. But, we need to discuss this. Do you have protection because I do not want us to go through what Starr and Cole are? I mean, I am sure we would make good parents but not now."

He smiled. "I know what you mean. I don't get how people can just forget either. I think that if you make that decision to make love, that you need to make sure that you have a condom." He reached in his drawer and pulled out a box. "I hope you don't think I was trying to expect we would make love, but I bought these just in case we did at some point so that we would never be unprepared."

She smiled at him. "You are so responsible. It makes me love you even more, knowing that you thought about that." He leaned in to kiss her again, but stopped for a second again.

"Hold that thought. I'll be right back." He left the room, and left her wondering what he was doing. She started to get more nervous, but knew it would be okay, especially when she saw a picture that they had taken at Rex and Adriana's wedding next to her bed. He came back, and lit a few candles. He then turned on some soft music. "Okay, that's better." She pulled him to her again and they kissed passionately. He began to lift her shirt off. "Are you still okay with this?"

"Markko, I am completely sure. You somehow made this so perfect in the middle of your disaster of a room, now shh." She put her hand over his mouth, and pulled him back into a kiss as they continued to kiss each other, love each other, and make love for the very first time.

Afterwards, he brushed her hair out of her eyes. He looked at her deeply and smiled. "Are you okay?"

She smiled and kissed him softly. "I am so much better than okay. I have never felt like this before."

He laughed, "Well, I should hope not. I get it though. I feel the same way. You are so beautiful. I never thought I could feel like this. It's like I felt close to you before, but now I feel even closer to you."

Langston ran her fingers through his hair. "Your hair's all messed up though."

"What? And yours isn't?"

She laughed. "I don't want to go home tonight, Markko. I want to fall asleep with you."

"Langston, I want nothing more than that too. But, do we really want to deal with Dr. Lord's wrath?"

"You're probably right." She ran her fingers over his chest. "I just don't want to leave you .This night has been so perfect." He kissed her softly, and before they knew it, it had grown in intensity again, and they found themselves making love yet again. She laid her head on his chest. "Do you want to come back to my house and spend the night with me?"

"At La Boulaie? Are you serious?"

She smiled. "Yeah, why not?"

"Oh, I don't know. Dorian would kill me, Mr. Manning already wants to."

She sighed. "Markko, Dorian will be asleep. Mrs. Manning kicked him out. He's gone. What could go wrong?"

He smiled at her. "I just can't resist you. I love you too much. Okay, you're right. Nothing bad will happen. We'll just spend the night in each other's arms, and stay up talking all night."

He kissed her softly. "Okay, we better get up before you miss your curfew. Langston, this has been the perfect night, and it's not over yet." They both got dressed, and he took her home, both feeling happier than they had been in so long.