So yeah, this is definitely M. Sexual scenes ahead. You've been warned.

A soft sigh escaped Miley's lips as Jesse's slid up her neck, causing a line of hot fire in their wake. Her eyes fluttered shut and she groaned when his arousal rubbed against her own. God, she wanted him. It was so wrong. Jake was somewhere, completely unsuspecting of what was going on with his fiance, and the man that he knew was In love with her. Miley had denied it for so long, but it was all making sense now. Jesse was in love with her. He'd said so himself, and so had Ruby. Miley had been in denial she supposed. How were you supposed to face the fact that one of your best friends was in love with you? It complicated things ten fold.

"Oh, Jesse," Miley gasped as his fingers deftly unbuttoned her dark skinny jeans and pushed them down her legs.

"I want you so bad, Miley." Jesse whispered, his breath hot in her ear.

"Mmm, I want you too." Miley whimpered.

Jesse wasn't touching her anymore, and Miley opened her eyes to watch as he pulled his white v-neck over his head. Upon seeing his shirtless form, another shot of arousal was sent straight to her core. He was fucking beautiful. Miley vaguely remembered something about his manager paying for everyone in the band to have a gym membership so they all stayed in shape. She made a mental note to write a 'thank you' letter to B.J.

Jesse's hands pushed at her shirt and Miley threw the useless garment away from her, nearly knocking the lamp off the stand next to the hotel bed.

Jesse was against her again and she felt him against her thigh. She shuddered, pulling his lips down to hers and kissing him full force, not holding anything back. He groaned, rubbing himself against her, even though her stupid blue panties were in the way.

"Off!" Miley gasped, yanking at them uselessly. Jesse smirked and pulled them down her legs before settling in between them.

"I love you, Miley." Jesse whispered, staring into her blue eyes.

"I love you too." She replied, reaching up to brush her hand through his brown curls.

And it knocked the wind out of her when she realized that she meant it. She did love Jesse. And more than the way she loved Oliver and Lilly. She loved him in the way that she loved Jake. She didn't know how long she had, but she did. And it scared the shit out of her.

Before she could concern herself with how long, or how much, or any of that, Jesse slid inside of her and she gasped loudly, her back arching. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrusted into her over and over again.

"Fuck, Jesse, oh my God." She groaned loudly, her nails scraping his shoulders.

He suddenly flipped them over so she was on top, and he held her hips in place as he thrusted up into her. Miley's head tipped back and she cried out.

Jesse groaned. "Miley," he grunted.

Miley felt the tightening in her stomach and she whimpered helplessly, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she grew closer and closer to the edge.

"Jesse! Jesse, I'm- I'm-"

But before she could say anything else, Jesse's lips were around her right nipple, and his hand was in between them, rubbing her clit vigorously.

An incoherent scream escaped her lips as she tumbled over the edge, and somewhere in the distance she felt Jesse shudder and follow behind, emptying himself into her.

Miley collapsed onto him and took a deep, shuddering breath as she tried to come back to earth. She felt his arms wrap around her and his lips kiss her neck softly, giving her good chills.

"That was…" Jesse breathed.

"Amazing." Miley finished, her voice barely there.

"You're beautiful when you come." He whispered into her ear, causing her to groan softly.

"Thank you." She whispered, using all her strength to sit up on her elbows and look down at him. He smiled softly up at her and brought one of his hands up to cup her cheek softly.

"But you're always beautiful." He whispered. She smiled slightly and leaned into his soft, warm hand, her eyes closing. "You can wake up now." He whispered.

Her eyes opened. "What?" she asked.

"Wake up."

"What are you talking about?"

"Miss!" Tap, tap, tap. "Wake up!"

Miley jumped and looked out her car door window, upon seeing a cop, tapping his flash light against it. She turned the car on and rolled the window down.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" the officer asked.

Miley's heart was pounding from the graphic nature of her dream.

"Um…um, yeah." She nodded. "Um…yeah, I'm fine." She said. "Sorry, I just pulled over for a little while and apparently fell asleep." She said, running her fingers through her hair.

The cop nodded. "Have you been drinking tonight?" he asked.

"No!" Miley said, shaking her head. "I'm totally sober." She said. He shined the flash light in her eyes and she blinked rapidly against the invasion of light.

"Well, have a good night then." He nodded. "But if this happens again, you'll get a ticket. Understood?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, Officer Krupke." She said, her eyes flashing to his name.

He waved before heading back to his cruiser and pulling away. Miley heard and incessant buzzing noise and gasped when she realized it was her phone. She pulled it out of her clutch and flipped it open, holding it to her ear.

"Hello?" she asked.

"MILEY!" Jake's relieved voice shouted. "Where the hell are you?"

Miley looked at the clock and saw that it was almost one AM. She sighed.

"Jake, I'm sorry. I pulled over and fell asleep." She said as she pulled off the side of the road.

"I called you twenty times! Seriously, I think this is call number twenty-one!" he said loudly.

"I know! I'm sorry, it was an accident. I'm on my way home now. I should be there soon."

"Miley, do you have any idea worried I've been? My God, I thought something happened to you! Or-or you were somewhere with Jesse or something!" Jake said.

Miley felt like she was going to throw up when she remembered what had actually happened between her and Jesse, and then thought about the dream she'd just been woken up from.

"N-no. I'm fine." She stuttered.

Jake was quiet for a minute. "Wait…why did you pull over?" he asked.

"I was…tired." Miley said. "So I was going to just, rest my eyes. And I passed out apparently." She said.

"Did something happen, Miley? You don't sound like yourself." Jake said in a softer tone.

"No. Everything's fine." Miley lied, biting her bottom lip.

She heard a nasally noise in the back ground and her jaw dropped.

"Traci is still there?" she asked.

"Yeah. She saw how freaked I was about you being missing and figured she'd stick around until you turned up." Jake said.

"Jake, I wasn't missing! You just didn't know where I was."

"Isn't that the general definition of a missing person?" Jake asked quietly.

Miley didn't say anything.

"How close are you to home?" Jake asked.

"Twenty minutes, if that." Miley said.

"Okay. I'll see you then, alright?" Jake said.

"Yeah." She said with a sigh.

"I love you."

Jesse's face popped into her mind as she responded with "I love you too."

She hung up and drove quickly, ignoring the speed limit even more than usual. It was one in the morning, it wasn't like there were many cars on the road anyways.

She couldn't believe what had happened that night. And more than that, she couldn't believe what would have happened if Ruby and Collin hadn't come looking for Jesse.

No. It wouldn't have happened. I would have stopped it. Miley told herself defiantly, but even she didn't know if she believed it. And she didn't know if she'd ever forgot the way Jesse's body felt pressed against hers, and clearly, her dreams weren't on her side. She did her best to focus on the road and ignore everything else that was bouncing around in her brain, but she failed miserably, remembering the hasty way she'd pushed Jesse's shirt off of him in the van.

She got home just over twenty minutes later, and as she walked up the stairs to her and Jake's apartment, she tried to gain some composure so he wouldn't know anything was wrong. Especially if Traci was there. The thought made Miley groan aloud as she stood in front of the door. With a final deep breath, she slid her key into the lock and then pushed the door open.

Jake and Traci were standing in the kitchen and as soon as she walked through the door, Jake practically jumped on her, pulling her into his familiar embrace. Miley's eyes fluttered shut and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. He had no idea how badly she needed that hug.

"My God, I was so worried about you!" Jake said in a breathless voice. "I thought something horrible had happened!"

"No, I'm fine." Miley sighed, burying her face in the crook of Jake's neck.

"Well, since Miley's home, I think I'll be leaving now." Traci said, her voice still as nasally and irritating as ever.

Miley pulled back from Jake slightly to look at Traci. "Thank you for keeping him company." she said, though what she really wanted to say was 'Fuck off.'

"No problem." Traci said. "Congrats on the engagement by the way! I'll be at the wedding for sure." she grinned.

"Thanks." Miley nodded.

"Thanks, Traci. I owe you one." Jake said.

Traci just shrugged and then exited quietly. She'd definitely gotten less annoying since the last time she and Miley had spoken, but Miley didn't say anything. Instead, she just pulled herself closer to Jake with a content sigh.

"I was worried sick, Miley." he whispered, his hands coming up to hold her face. He frowned slightly. "Have you been crying?" he asked.

Miley closed her eyes and pondered over her answer. If she said yes, he'd ask why, and she'd have to tell him about the song. And then Jake would find Jesse and kill him. She shook her head slightly.

"No, I think my make up irritates my eyes, they've been watering nonstop." Miley said, keeping her eyes closed. Jake leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead and the feeling was so incredibly familiar that Miley thought she was going to faint. "Kiss me." she ordered.

Jake paused for a second, most likely confused at her urgent tone, but then he leaned down and their lips met for a moment before Miley basically attacked him.

It didn't last long however, because as soon as his tongue slid in between her lips, he jerked backwards as if she'd burnt him.

"What? What's wrong?" Miley asked.

"Oh my God..." Jake muttered, covering his mouth.

"Jake, what? What is it? What's wrong?" Miley asked frantically, wondering if she'd bitten him.

"You kissed him, didn't you?" he asked, his tongue moving around in his mouth.

Miley froze and she suddenly felt incredibly nauseated.

"What?" she asked meekly.

"You did!" Jake shouted, making Miley flinch. "You didn't think I wouldn't be able to tell that you tasted different? If I kissed Traci, you'd know! You kissed Jesse!"

"Jake, please, you're going to wake up the whole place!" Miley whispered.

"SCREW the neighbors!" Jake shouted even louder. "Did you kiss him?" he added in a quieter tone.

He already knew. She couldn't lie to him. Miley looked away and nodded slowly.

"Dammit, Miley! What the hell?" Jake yelled.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Miley cried.

"What? What? You didn't mean to? What, you fell and he caught you with his face?!" Jake screamed, making Miley cower into the kitchen counter, praying that it would open up and eat her in one big gulp.

"No, that's not what I meant!" Miley said, covering her face. "I just-I- It wasn't planned! I didn't go there wanting to kiss him."

"You just wanted to kiss him when you got there, is that it?" Jake asked, his hands on his hips.

"No! Of course not! I just meant that it wasn't on purpose, or planned, or...whatever!" Miley spat, raking her fingers through her hair frustratedly.

"Well, what the hell happened?" Jake asked, advancing on her, causing her to cower some more into the counter, the edge of it digging into her back painfully. She was sure it would leave a mark.

"I was just-we were-He sa-he sang this song! And it was for me and-and I was leaving and he kissed me!" Miley shouted.

Jake stared at her for a second before turning away abruptly. "I'll fucking kill him." he said angrily, heading towards the door.

"Jake! Jake, stop!" Miley said, running to stand in front of the door. "Don't!" she ordered, pointing her finger at him like he was a two-year-old.

"You're my fiance, Miley! He can't just kiss you!" Jake shouted. Miley was at least relieved that his anger had gone from her to Jesse, but the fact that he was now going to beat Jesse to a pulp wasn't exactly what she wanted.

"I know that, and he knows that now! I left as soon as it happened. He knows I'm pissed, Jake." Miley said, holding his face and forcing him to look at her.

Jake stared at her for a second before shaking his head. "Miley, I can't-" he stuttered. "How long did you kiss him?" he asked suddenly.

She blinked. "What?" she asked.

"How long did you kiss him?" he repeated.

"Wha- I- I don't know!" she said. "I didn't take a timer out.

"Longer than five seconds?"

Yes, her brain shouted. "Probably not. I was caught off guard...I didn't know what to do at first." she said, looking down.

"But you pushed him away?" he asked.

A lie or the truth? Miley looked up into Jake's eyes, and she saw the pain and anger in them. If she told him the truth, what would he do? Would he leave? Would he cancel the wedding? He'd kill Jesse for sure...

"Yes." she said firmly.

Jake sighed with relief and immediately pulled Miley into a snug embrace. She wrapped her arms around him automatically, closing her eyes to keep the tears at bay.

"Did you punch him like you should have?" he asked suddenly and Miley snorted, shaking her head.

"No. No physical harm done." she said softly.

"Lucky bastard...wait till I get my hands on him." he muttered, holding her tighter.

"Jake, don't. He's...not worth it." she said, a lump forming in her throat.

Saying those words about Jesse, even after everything that had happened, felt like betrayal, but she knew that it was what Jake wanted to hear.

A few minutes later, they got ready for bed and Jake fell asleep almost instantly, his arm around Miley's waist, tucking her against his chest. Miley was awake for a while, contemplating. Jesse was in love with her. He'd told her himself. She shook her head at herself. It didn't change anything. She loved Jake. Sturdy, reliable, dependable Jake. Jake that would always love her no matter what, but she knew that even if he loved her, he would probably leave if he ever found out what had really gone on tonight.

She fell asleep, but her dreams were blurs of Jesse and Jake, and it wasn't a restful night.

Apologies! A MILLION apologies! I've had a recent tragedy, and I was out of commission for a while, but have no fear! I'm back!