IBD's note: um... read down there....

J's note: Sorry, but this was written at four o'clock one morning at IBD's house, when we were both jacked up on M&M's and Mountain Dew, so it's a little crack-fic-ish, but not a WHOLE lot. We've actually got a plot, now, but school starts in two weeks, and hard core band camp is just ahead. In short: updates will be EVEN SLOWER. I'm sorry.

On a higher note, neither IBD or I recieved any reviews on name suggestions. Lazy, much? Just kidding - We do have one name that we're willing to try, but it won't be until the next chapter. The Suggestion Box is still open.

We reached my house and parted on the porch.

"I'll be in your closet, so if you're going to shower or anything, don't come in naked, kay?" Alex whispered before he left.

"As if you don't want it," I muttered, and heard a whispered snort from the other side of the house.

I unlocked the front door and stepped in, a drum roll greeting me. I followed the snores to the living room, told Bobby Flay 'goodnight', and gently woke my mom before she cramped her back again. As my mother drunkenly made her way to her bedroom, I flicked off the light and kissed her cheek. Her door clicked shut and I leapt through the entryway to my room, delicately slamming my door in the process. I dove toward the bed and fell on top of Alex, who was lounging on his belly, flipping through my copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

"You still read these?" Alex asked incredulously.

I groaned. "Um, those are my mom's…"

He raised an eyebrow. "You're name's written in chicken scrawl on the inside-front cover. Below that is 'Mr. Romando, rm. 402, #3-12."

What can I say? I tried. "It was third grade! And the movie version of Harry was way hot! Plus, I liked to pretend to be Hermione and wave a stick around my door, yelling Alohamora! I was really-" I stopped and my cheeks started burning.

"You what?" He sat up, holding back a smile.

"Nothing." I felt the blush crawl further down my neck.

"Why was it on your bed?"

Dammit, I thought I'd put that away! "Why were you on my bed? Weren't you supposed to be in the closet?" I changed the subject, silently begging him to go along.

He glared at me. "Don't change the subject." He rolled over and put me at arms' length. I quailed under his gaze.

"Stop it," I muttered, averting his eyes. "Why are you so interested? Did you have a crush on Daniel Radcliffe, too?" I scrutinized his face and he rolled his eyes.

"No, but I am interested where that blush travels to…" he said, drawing closer. His kissed me deeply, tongue brushing mine. "It starts here, obviously," he kissed my cheeks softly, twice on each side. "…then here," he trailed his lips along my neck, tracing the jugular. "…and it disappears here," he landed kisses around the neckline, his lips barely touching my skin. "But what I'm wondering is: where does it go next?" he whispered as he slipped my shirt over my head. I was covered in goose pimples, yet my torso burned as he ran his fingers up my sides. He rested his chin in my belly button and stared at me through heavily-lidded eyes. "And look- it's all over! I don't even know if it started here-" His thumbs dashed across the tops of my jeans. "… or came this way." He cast his gaze from my chest to my navel. He winked and crawled up the bed to lay with me. "Too bad: I would have liked to continue the journey." I sighed and tore his shirt off, popping my head through the collar, and took off my bra and jeans. I snuggled into him, pulling my sheets over our shoulders.

"I love you, you freak," I murmured as I drifted off.

He stiffened against my back. "Why am I a freak?" I could hear the confusion in his voice.

"'Cause you just are," I replied.

"'Cause why?" He insisted on keeping awake.

"Because you are probably the most retarded man alive."

"Like how?" Ughhhhhhhhhhh.

"You won't leave you're woman alone." I was soooo close to falling asleep! Asshole.

"So I'm a man now, eh?" I could hear the grin in his voice and elbowed him weakly. "I sprouted a chest hair the other day you know," he said, flashing his pearly whites.

"Really? Where?" I rolled over and inspected his chest.

"Here," he pointed proudly. I searched the area to no avail.

"I don't see it…" But then I did. "Here?" I asked as I grabbed it and pulled.

"OW! Yes, don't do that!" he complained. I pulled harder and he squirmed. Then my hand broke free from his body, the hair in my fingers. Oops.

"Nooo!" he wailed. I grinned.

"Maybe you should have let me sleep," I chided and turned around again. "Don't do anything to me while I'm unconscious," I added smugly, and plopped promptly into dreamland.


I arched my back, forcing my chest into his face, grabbing at his hair to pull his face to mine. His scent filled my nose and flooded all of my finely-tuned senses. I kissed him with fervor, learning the placement of every tooth in his mouth, his tongue exploring mine as well. He pulled an arm out of my hair and ventured it downward, unbuttoning my trousers and yanked the zipper down. I lifted my hips and he slowly pulled them down, holding my eyes. He took my socks off and let his hands linger on my ankles. He leapt back toward me and ran his arms around the straps of my bra, unhooking it. He bit the left wire and lifted it from me. I moaned and ran my nails over his bare back down to the tops of his shorts. I raced my hands along the front rim and wrenched them over his thighs.

"No boxers?" I quirked an eyebrow, breathing heavily.

"I like the freedom," he panted back, grinning.

"Sperm count?" I guessed.

He ripped the seams of my underwear in reply.

"Ahhn," I moaned as he rested his face on my chest, his breath reaching south. I felt a series of interruptions in the stream of air as he chuckled against me. He lifted his face to mine, and I gazed back through my lashes. I cast my eyes across his body, taking him in for the first time. Instead of the excitement I imagined, fear leaked into my system. I bit my lip, unsure for the first time.

"Lissa?" I heard his sweet voice whisper. "Lissa, hon - wake up."

I rolled over, pressing my face to his warm chest. What was that smell? Axe…?

"Lissa," he murmured, shaking me slightly.

I gave no reply.

A hand snuck up my shirt and rubbed from my shoulders to the small of my back.


He sighed. "I didn't want to have to do this, Lissa." I listened to his footsteps fade out through the doorway. I smiled and rolled onto my stomach.

"Sorry, Liss," he apologized after he came back. He pulled the hem of the shirt over my shoulders and onto my head. I arched my back to the point of snapping as I felt ice sliding down and settling into the crook that I'd made.

I arched my back, forcing my chest into his face…

"Stop it, Gavin!" I shouted. Wait. That wasn't his voice, his hands…

I felt him stiffen. "What?" he replied flatly. I could almost taste the palpable irritation in his voice.


"I nightmare, I suppose?" The sarcasm in his voice hurt.

"No, I have to… pee." I jumped up, sprinting to the bathroom and slamming the door shut. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" I muttered aloud, banging my head onto the mirror. Any harder and it would have shattered.

I had dreamt about Alex's brother. His brother. His rapist brother. His pot smoking, rapist brother. I was starting to think like Leah. Wait… Oh, she'd kill me for that. I jumped when a knock came at the door.

"Liss, what's going on?" his voice traveled easily through the door in his anger and confusion.

I silently filled a Dixie cup with water and poured it in the toilet. "I can't PEE when you're drilling me with questions about a dream that I hardly remember!" Crap. Now I really have to pee. I sat down and prayed to the gods that he wouldn't notice how much I was going. Ahh

"Lissa, are you really going to the bathroom, or are you just avoiding me?" He opened the door a crack. It was times like this when I especially wished the lock worked. The door stopped moving when his eyes met mine. I was glaring.

"I'm really going to the bathroom, Alex," I growled.

He gulped. "Uh-huh. I see that. Um…" he shut the door. "Some nightmare," he muttered under his breath.

I released the air that I was holding in. I took extra-long washing my face and brushing my teeth. When I walked back into my bedroom, Alex was reading the Harry Potter book again. He flinched when I sat next to him.

"Ahem," he coughed.

"Yeah. Ahem." He peered sheepishly at me. I just narrowed my eyes further. "Just so you know, you aren't going to be seeing much more than that for a while."

He blushed and ducked his head. "Yeah. I figured." Awkward silence. Hehe, gay baby. "So, erm, your nightmare must have been bad, eh?"

Aha; he speaks. "Why do you say that?" I asked.

"People tend to pee a lot when they're scared…" he replied.

"I tend to pee a lot when I wake up in the morning. Besides," I added. "We aren't technically people…" I winked when he looked up.

He rolled his eyes in response and rolled closer to me. "Mind telling me what it was about?"

Of course not, baby! I was just dreaming of the mind-blowing sex that your 25 year old brother would give me if he were to ever rape me! "Um, it wasn't a nightmare, exactly…"Oh, God, this was the same way it went down last time! Although, I doubt he'll react in the same way. "It wasn't really scary until I woke up."

"How's that work?" He screwed up his eyebrows in confusion. At least the connection wasn't made yet.

I decided to help him some. "Do you remember any other 'bad dreams' I've had lately?"

He shook his head. Nope. Of course not.

"Last one was just recently relayed to the entire pack via Embry…" Lights are still out. "It starred you, dipstick."


His eyebrows were nearing his hair. "…Holy crap; was he hot?"

"What? What the hell?"

He started. "I mean, was he hotter than me?"

I could swear my eyebrows were touching in the center. "No, no, not at all." His shoulders relaxed. "Well, yes, but, that's not the point here. What I'm saying is, it was that kind of dream."

"I know," he replied coolly.

"Are you sure?" I asked. Maybe his elevator wasn't going all the way to the top today.

"Well, um, my leg got kind of wet while you were asleep, and, er, it wasn't enough to be pee…" he trailed off. Oh, crap. Here it comes. "Were you, uh, having a wet dream?"

I sighed. "Yes. Yes, Alex, I was. About your pot smoking, rapist brother."

"Yes, I know it was Gavin," he waved it off, as if it were a fly that meant nothing to his wolf-might. Oh, his elevator is stuck on the fourth level of a twelve story building today.

"Really? Are you sure? Because, I think that the neurons in your brain might not be connecting right now, and that's why you're acting all 'chill'." I was really worried for him at this point, sex dream be damned.

"No! It's all connecting, trust me," he shivered. "The whole 'Gavin' part is just nasty. And creepy. The nat-" I cut him off with my mouth. Relief poured through me as my lips worked against his. "Um…" he started after I pulled away.

"The nat?" I prompted him.

"Yeah… The whole reason I'm mostly okay with it is because, for the first six to nine months, our pituitary glands are all out of whack, and your hormones are kind of crazy. It's also why you get sweaty really easily in the beginning," He added.

"…Wonderful. At least it's normal." And, what grade did he get in biology?

"Yeah, hehe, it was just a matter of time." he laughed nervously. "And, erm, to be honest with you… never mind."

"What? To be honest with me, what? Alex! I need to know what else is going to happen!"

Pause. The world is filling just up with gay babies today. "If you have dreams about a chick or two, that's pretty normal too." Excuse me? "Not that I expect that to happen. Normally, after we imprint, we only have those kinds of dreams about the imprintee."

"But, we aren't imprinted on each other any- Hey! You're having nasty dreams about me?"

"No, no; they aren't nasty at all! And, they've slowed down quite a lot. It's better than Quil, or Sam…" he cringed against my glare. "But, you're right; maybe that's why you had one about Gavin…" he pondered.

"I'm going to take a shower. And when I come out, you'll only be having dreams that are filled with pretty ponies and rainbows."

J: So, there's a bit of a lemon. Yums. If you have an idea to stick in a chapter, go ahead and shout it out; are ears are fuzzy, so make it BOLD!
That's all for now, loves.

IBD: I'm having a secret review war with J... don't tell! If you get me more reviews than her by the time we end this story, you'll be in the sequel! Not just a minor part either! You'll be in AT LEAST three chapters. woo. So help??