I knew this was wrong.

I told myself to just come up here and talk it out with him.

But when I kissed him and he blushed, I couldn't help myself.

Now he had his hands resting lightly on my hips.

I thumped his chest once more and ran my hands down in his chest.

"About the other night-" I started.

He flinched and pulled his hands off of my hips. "It's okay. Im used to being used."

I was shocked. "What?"

He looked confused. "Well i just thought you were going to say something along the lines of 'we cant do this'"

I laughed shakily and I grabbed his hands. Looking into his eyes I brought his hands back to my waist.

His eyes slowly widened and his mouth dropped.

I smiled and slowly leaned in. His long fingers tightened around my waist. I kissed my. Just barely. My lips touched his and then I pulled away.

I smiled and he practically glowed.

"I like you Xander. I really do."

He smiled. His fangs barely visible. "I like you to."

I ran my fingers through his hair. I laughed a little and he blushed.

What really surprised me was when his hands traveled up my sides.

Over my shoulders. His hand made my skin feel hot, and it wasn't because the room was stuffy.

He twisted the ends of my hair. He hesitated.

I nodded.

He gently cupped the back of my head. I slowly leaned forward as his hand gently pushed my head forward.

He leaned up a little and our lips touched.

My tongue touched his lips.

To my pleasure, he crushed my lips to his.

His free hand was at my back, crushing me to him.


We jerked apart.

"Coming father." I said without taking my eyes from his.

I wiped some lipstick off of his lips. He smiled shakily and helped me up.

I fixed my face as he gained control of himself.

I held my hand out. He took it without hesitation.

This was defiantly not what I planned. It turned out better.