A.N.: Yes, I know. This is you: OMGsh Lacie! KEEP ME WAITING FOREVER WHY DON'T YOU!? Yesh, I am so very sorry. I've been busy with…stuff. So, yeah. Like, seriously, I probably won't even update City of Clary 'till next week. I have a couple pages but uh…yeah, sad I know. I'll stop rambling now and let the craziness ensue. P.S.: This takes place after Fade Out. Lol. But that last chapter didn't. Just to clear any confusion.

Mmm, zombie killing. Fun. Not really. Especially when you're trying to get your boyfriend's attention. Claire sighed and looked at Shane from the side of her eyes, arms folded.

"Shane…" Claire trailed, looking at his raging--but totally sexy--bed head. He always looked so sexy without even trying.

"Huh?" He asked distractedly, not even glancing her way, too preoccupied with killing zombies.

"I swear, if you don't look my way right now I'm going to--" she started to threaten.

He paused the game. "What?" he asked, cocking his head, seeming only a little annoyed. She squinted at him and jutted her bottom lip out, a little hurt.

"Aww, Claire, don't--"

"Oh my god!" Eve's high pitched squeal sounded through out the Glass House and into Claire and Shane's ears. He threw her an 'I'm-sorry' look, while she threw him a 'what-the-hell' look. They both got up and walked toward the kitchen, where the sound had come from.

When Claire pushed the door open Michael and Eve jumped apart. Eve's face was slightly flushed and Michael's looked a little abashed, yet slightly amused.

"What's wrong?" Shane asked, eyes wide. "Seriously Eve, you have got to stop screaming when nothing is wrong."

"I didn't scream Shane, I squealed." Eve said defensively, fanning herself a little bit.

"Why?" he asked, smiling a little, noticing her red face under the white rice powder makeup.

Michael shook his head and shot Shane a horrified look then looked towards Claire, then back at Shane and shook his head.

"Michael, I'm not that innocent, really." she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Tell us."

Eve bit her lip, looking like she wanted to smile, and then run away.

"Fine," Michael sighed and stuck his tongue out.

Eve squealed again and Shane's jaw dropped and Claire stared all at them confusedly before she slowly started to get it. She looked over at Eve, who was looking at her as Shane looked at Michael.

"I thought silver wasn't good for vampires," Shane observed Michael's barbell tongue ring.

"'S not man. It's white gold," he smiled, a blazing smile that even had Claire swooning a little. He made eye contact with Eve again, the look between them so intimate, Claire had to look away.

"Okay, minor out," Shane said, ushering Claire quickly out to the living room again.

Claire watched in annoyance as Shane threw himself back over the couch and unpaused his game. Had he forgotten he'd hurt Claire's feelings a little earlier? Apparently, he did. Claire sighed, Males. So dumb. "I'm going to take a shower." she told him, hoping he'd read between the lines that said something like, 'come with me'. But no, he just sat there, killing zombies in prom dresses.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, walking up the stairs feeling utterly rejected. He probably knew what she wanted, but didn't feel like telling her no. Or, he could just be that dull. She hoped he wasn't.

She turned on the shower and let the hot water burn at her skin a little as she scrubbed her body. She had the urge to punish Shane and keep her distance, just pleasure herself. But no, she didn't think she could do that, no matter how determined she might be.

While she dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her body, she thought of Michael's tongue ring, thinking of why he got it. She should ask Shane. He looked like he knew. Heck, she thought she knew, but she was a little to…ashamed, to think of it.

When Claire got in her room, she took a deep, cleansing breath and walked to her dresser, dropping her towel.

Something by her bed clattered to the floor with a dull thud, causing her to whirl.

Shane. His mouth open, jaw dropped, face flushed, expression unreadable.

Claire, frozen for some reason by his assessing gaze, was only able to stare right back as his eyes flashed a few times, then finally met hers. Hungry, they looked, she realized. It made her pulse slowly start to throb, a surge of adrenaline to rush through her body.

She looked down at what he had dropped and saw it was her advanced physics book. She felt the hunger for him flash through her body as well, sending jolt after jolt of heat straight between her thighs.

When she looked down at his pants and saw the rather huge bulge in his jeans, she became giddy with excitement at the fact that just her naked body could do that.

"Claire," he whispered, his voice so strained and wanton that she felt like springing herself on him right then.

"Hey." she smiled, trying to keep her voice even. "What're you doin' here zombie killer?"

He smiled, all Shane and slow and sexy. "I was waiting for you, actually."

"Oh," Claire nodded slowly, gaining enough confidence to step toward him. "Waiting for me hmm? What did you have to tell me?"

"That I love you," he whispered, his face changing to something like awe and certainty, "and I'm sorry I'm an ignorant ass sometimes."

Claire nodded, "It's okay." she paused, "I love you too."

They just stood there for awhile, smiling, then not, then regarding each other hungrily.

Shane took off his shirt, and Claire felt even more heat pool between her bare thighs. His muscles rippled and tightened as he moved, still standing five feet away.

Claire felt goose bumps erupt all along her exposed skin, her nipples becoming erect.

Shane looked at her closely, as if wondering what he should do with her. Claire closed her mouth, realizing she'd been panting. Shane was breathing heavily as well, his pupils so dilated, Claire felt she could fall into them, fall forever.

He took a big step forward, closing the three feet between them. Claire reached out blindly and locked the door.

She felt his warm hands rest softly on either side of her waist and pull her toward him. She groaned softly when she felt his hot, wet tongue lavishing and sucking on her nipple. Her hands tangled themselves in his hair as he took the other nipple and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger, then kneading her breast. She let a strained moan escape her lips as he kissed a wet trail up her chest, his hands slowly sliding up her slim body until one was wrapped around her waist, the other hand softly caressing the back of her skull as he pressed his lips lightly to hers. A soft sigh escaped her lips as they moved slowly with his, kissing deeply.

Claire heard and felt Shane moan into her mouth, kissing her reverently now. She realized why he'd moaned as she felt her hand rubbing and caressing his bulge. She marveled at how hard he was, and almost unconsciously, she started unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his slim, muscular hips.

Claire ran her hands along the hard planes of his chest as they kissed like they were each other's air. Once he stepped out of his jeans, Claire slid her hand down lower, playing with the elastic of his boxers. He gasped and pulled away, groaning as Claire started stroking his thick length.

She'd never done it before, but last week when she'd been googling things on the web, there was a XXX pop up. Curious, Claire had clicked on it, and it brought her to a porn site where she'd seen what she was doing--and other things--a lot more dirty things.

But she understood, as she stroked him gently, why they must have been doing that. It was big, soft, and very foreign to her, which only made her more curious. And the sounds he was making into her mouth as he kissed her passionately only egged her on further.

Soon enough, she found herself kissing off to the side of his mouth, down his jaw line and neck, his chest and abdomen, and then she was on her knees in front of him. He gasped for air, "Claire, what are you doing?"

Claire looked up at him with innocent eyes, "I want to try something." She knew he knew. She stroked him still, with him thrusting into her palm, then inch by inch, she leaned forward and took his tip into her mouth. She felt his knees tremble and threaten to buckle. It was soft as she swirled her tongue around it, causing him to moan her name loudly, sending heat between her thighs again.

"Claire," he rasped, "Claire, oh god." His hands tangled in her hair and pet it as she let her mouth go further down on him, taking more of him in. She didn't know how much time passed while she went up and down on his member with her mouth and hand, but she heard him panting and moaning, tugging lightly on her hair. It was like nothing she'd ever experience before, that look on his face, the blazing warmth between her thighs. "Claire stop." Shane groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily. His face was flushed when she took her mouth off of him and looked up. Her hand still stroking him as she asked, "Why?"

Shane moaned loudly, his knees still trembling, "I'm about to come Claire."

She stroked his length faster, "Isn't that what you're supposed to do?"

"Claire," he rasped, eyes rolling back in his head. "God-oh god!"

She didn't stop, just kept pumping him, enjoying and almost getting off on the look on his face.

"Come Shane." Claire said in a husky voice and looked up at him as she took his tip into her mouth.

That did it. Shane felt the hot coil in his belly and groin heat up and snap, his knees giving out on him as he sank to the floor in front of Claire. She only continued to push him down and take him into her mouth greedily. Shane panted and whimpered, looking down at her as she looked up at his beautiful face as he released.

He seemed surprised and astonished, "Where--Claire, where did you learn that?"

Claire blushed furiously and looked away a little. "I have my resources…" There was no way she was going to tell him she'd clicked on a pop up and watched a little porn.

He didn't argue, just rolled on top of her and kissed her just as passionately as he had before, their tongues and mouths moving together urgently.

The burning in her chest, lower belly, and thighs got hotter. He was perfect, everything was perfect. His big warm hand started sliding slowly past the curve of her breast, where it stopped for a bit and kneaded, eliciting a throaty moan from Claire. His touch was gentle, careful, and sweet, yet urgent, as his hand slid past her slender hip and reached her tender nub. Claire's pulse sped up, her breath catching in her throat as he coated his fingers in her warm, slick wetness.

He scoot up his other hand, wrapping it around her waist to sit them up against the wall by her door. Her back leaned heavily against his chest as he slipped one finger inside of her.

Her back arched violently, her lips parted and her mouth dry as she leaned her head against his chest to look up at him with huge, dilated eyes.

He kissed her cheek and planted sloppy wet kisses on her neck as he inserted another finger into her throbbing heat. "Shane," she sighed softly as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. His other arm wrapped around her and kneaded her breast, then went to work on her nub while thrusting more of his fingers in and out of her. She felt a very warm pleasant feeling building her lower belly and started to moan.

Shane whispered sweet somethings in her ear, causing the warmth that was in her belly to spread and expand to burn in her chest. She breathed raggedly and felt something tighten inside of her, causing her to cry out and buck her hips urgently. She panted as her first orgasm of the night ripped through her body like fire. His fingers slowly gradually, working her down from her high.

She felt his renewed hardness press against her back and turned around to straddle him. "Please tell me you have a condom in here." he breathed.

Claire reached over and opened the bottom drawer of her dressed and took out a new twelve-pack of XL condoms and took one out of the wrapper. Her hands were shaking so badly he had to do it himself. Not that he'd expected her to in the first place. He noticed after he got it on and looked into her eyes, taking her hands in his. "Claire? Are you okay?"

Claire nodded rapidly. "I just want you so bad…"

"Shh," he rubbed her hair soothingly. "I'm right here, not going anywhere."

Claire nodded, and with her still straddling him, he inserted himself inside of her.

She gasped at the intrusion, and then moaned and started to rock her hips with his, the pace slow and urgent.

"Shane," she called, who moaned in response. His name sounded like a plea of desperation. They made intense eye contact for a few moment. Shane realized what she wanted, just by that look in her eyes. She may have not quite known yet though. He held her hips as he scooted from resting his back against the wall to the floor. Clair had never taken control before, but hell if he didn't like it. Loved it, in fact.

Claire seemd to hesitate at first, then pushed him firmly against the floor, her hands braced against his chest.

"Yes," she moaned along with Shane who was clutching her hips like a drowning man. "Shane, I'm so…" she breathed and let her movement become faster. His forehead and chest were dotted with sweat and the look in his eyes as he watched her ride him brought her to the brink, triggering her second orgasm.

"Oh god-Shane!" she cried out, light spreading through her fingertips and wrapping around her damp skin.

"Claire," he rasped, picking her up and taking her to the bed, kissing her passionately. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he set the pace deep and slow. He gazed at her with glazed love and admiration in his eyes as he ran a lone finger from her jaw line down her whole body and to her nub, where his thumb started moving in slow lazy circles. Claire moaned and squirmed underneath him, arching her back as she felt a warm coil start to build intensely in her lower belly and knotting tightly.

She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and relished at the fact that their bodies fit perfectly together. She didn't want it to stop. "Don't…" she moaned, trailing off as she felt the coil get hot, "stop…"

"Claire," he moaned and increased his tempo, his thrusts losing control as he started to come.

She saw his face screw up, looking like he was drowning in ecstasy. That's when she fell over the cliff and dived head first into her third orgasm. She knew Eve and Michael were home, but couldn't help screaming as it rocked through her and Shane so intensely for so long, she didn't think it would end.

Her hips bucked upwards as she shouted his name over and over, not caring if the world knew. She felt him slide out of her as they came down and moaned at the loss. He collapsed on top of her, surrounding her with the warmth of his body.

He caught her lips with his and their tongues immediately started to intertwine. "I love you." he gasped, rolling off of her and gathering her into his arms.

"I love you too, Shane." she breathed, resting her arm on his hip, kissing languidly until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

A.N.: Are you fanning yourself? Lol. Intense. Special thanks to my friend Collee