A/N Epilogue will be up in a few minutes. 

There are quite naughty bits near the end. 

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The media asked a million questions  I had to come up with some lame story about going on a soul searching trip alone in the mountains. I needed to find myself and the best way to do that was to be one with the wilderness. Y’know, sleep in a tent,  live off of the elements (that helped explain my current size)

They listened.. and ooh’d and ahh’d as I told them of the wonders of meditation and how I’d discovered so much about nature.

And the pictures I took..  well those were spectacular. Of course I’d never show them to anyone. Those were private.  Part of the whole “journey.”

They all bought it hook line and sinker. Artists do strange things all the time. Funny, it became a trend.

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“Do you miss high school?”

I was sitting on the couch looking through some old photos when I’d found one of Mitch and I sitting on my old bed at home, a dozen cd cases strewn about our legs. I missed those days. For me they were carefree but for him... I wonder now all of the things he'd had to worry about.

“Sometimes ” He looked up at me from the floor. He’d made himself comfortable between my legs as he watched an episode of Big Brother and chewed on a piece of pizza. 

“Well you were good at everything and you were SOOO popular.” I smirked, remembering the rumors that always spread about him, the infatuation everyone had had with him. 

“Shut up ” he pinched my leg with a smile. 

“Hey, you two stop being all cutesy, you’re making me lose my appetite.” Kirstie tossed a piece of her pizza crust at his head and then slid one foot underneath her to get comfy on the couch next to me.

“Hey!” Mitch pouted and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Nothing could spoil your appetite, KitKat” I threw in.

“Ohhh, that was so wrong..” Mitch laughed. 

“At least I HAVE an appetite, beansprout!”

“tree trunk!” 

“twig” 

“gladiator!” 

“A-” she cut off with a gasp as her drink slid right from her fingers and headed straight for our sand colored carpet 

I barely had time to widen my eyes in surprise as Mitch's quick reflexes had saved the glass, and our carpet (save a couple of tiny drops of  Dr Pepper). 

She blinked and cringed slightly out of reflex and stared at Mitch as if he were an alien. 

I had to elbow her roughly to get the horrible reaction off of her frozen face. It was only then that she blushed sheepishly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean... I just ” she sighed out with a jumble. “ I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him doing stuff like that.” 

She spoke to me almost as if he weren’t there, like he couldn’t hear her. 

It was Mitch's turn to blush as he placed the glass securely on the coffee table. I could see it in his eyes, that embarrassment, confusion and hurt. 

“Just like you can sing better than most people, Mitch can do pretty much everything better than most people. ”

“Cause that just makes it SOO much more normal!” Kirstie gave me her diva look and I was seconds away from exploding. I was about to rip into her.

“I think she’s better at being annoying than I am” Mitch piped in and Kirstie’s mouth just seem to open and close like a fish out of water.

It was my turn to blink at him in awe as he gave me a small smile and Kirstie a friendly grin that let her know it was all in fun. 

Her expression was too much and I broke into giggles.  

“You just snorted!” he lit up as he looked up at me. 

“I did not!” 

“It was the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard” Kirstie smirked. 

“Shut up, whore.” 

“Pot calling a kettle ” 

Mitch's eyebrow raised as he looked at me 

“I was never a whore, I was adventurous” 

It was Kirstie’s turn to snort and she was only rewarded with a sneer and a middle finger. 

"Keep telling yourself that. I mean c'mon Alex? Chris? Will? Finn? shall I continue?" 

"Shall we start on your list?" I smirked.

“Scott can we talk?” Mitch's humor had slipped from his face in only seconds and a chill went right through me. Kirstie must have realized what her joking had done and she turned to Mitch to correct the problem. 

“I was just joking   he wasn’t rea-”

“-Please” he interrupted, his eyes like stone, never once leaving mine. 

I took a deep breath, mentally trying to prepare myself for this fight to come. I knew it would, and I didn’t know what to do to stop it. 

“I should- I’ll just go. I’ll call you tomorrow Scooter.” She gathered her stuff quickly, the look on Mitch's stern face giving her the push to speed things up. “That is if you’re still alive,” she muttered beneath her breath before making a swift exit. 

“It’s not-“ 

I sighed as he simply stood and retreated into the bedroom. 

I followed behind, a bit of anger beginning to boil beneath my skin, burning through my veins. “You realize you’re being ridiculous, right?” I followed him ready to defend my own honor, but when I walked into the room I didn’t see him anywhere. 

“Where did you-” I must have jumped about a hundred feet when the door closed behind me. I turned to look at him as I fought to restart my heart. 

But shock wasn’t the word to describe how I felt when I looked at him. I was almost afraid of that look in his eyes  There was something feral; not at all the stormy, cloudy look he normally had. He held me frozen with his stare. 

The lock clicked and I swear the sound echoed in my ear. 

“Baby, I-” I searched for words. I hadn’t even done anything wrong and yet I was trying to apologize for something, ANYTHING  to make it okay.  

I barely had the time to blink in surprise as I found my back against the door, Mitch pinning my wrists to the sleek wood at either side of my shoulders.

“I thought I was going to have to fake a heart attack to get her to leave ” Mitch smirked, his body pressing into my own. This was a position he liked because it left me completely helpless and vulnerable. 

I liked it too for those same reasons. 

“You-  you’re not” my entire body relaxed as he smiled and pressed his lips to the skin at my neck. I felt my body twitch in response and my thoughts began to swirl in relief and frustration.

I received a chuckle as he sucked gently, teasing the skin with his teeth. 

“Oooh if I could I’d hit you right now!! That was so mean!” 

“Mean?” He looked up with a completely innocent face barely able to conceal his smirk  “Am I now?”

I pouted, pursing my lips childishly. “Very ” 

“I’ll show you mean” Mitch’s knee gently came up between my legs nudging perfectly, the precise amount of friction needed to produce a noise from the back of my throat that was something between a gasp, a squeak and a moan.

“You don’t play fair, queen" 

“Fine ” he backed away, releasing me with a smug look. “If you don’t wanna play we can call Kirstie back. You can tell her you really put me in my place.” 

His smirk was something that, while it had the power to annoy the shit out of me when we were fighting, now had the power to create an entirely different feeling. 

“I’ll put you in your place” I grinned and lunged for him, but he jumped up onto the bed with feline grace. He skittered across it to the other side, laughing like a child. I was no better, and I chased him around the room until finally I tackled him, catching him around the waist and tossing us both to the bed in a fit of laughter. 

“You-” I interrupted his sentence with my lips as I clumsily attacked him, climbing on top of him as I assaulted his mouth with my own. He laughed at my eagerness, but it didn’t deter me. Once I had Mitch in my veins, I couldn’t get enough. He’d fill my senses, overtake my thoughts and everything screamed his name until I got just a taste of him, but just a taste of Mitch is never enough. 

Hell, I’m not sure forever would be enough  

It was like I was in heat. I was ready to tear apart any piece of fabric that separated me from my prize. He was pretty damn proud of himself as he spread his hands flat against my ass, pulling, forcing two aching needs together. The sound that tore from within my chest was more of a growl than a groan and my long fingers went to work getting Mitch's shirt off of him. 

If I’d had the strength to rip it from his body I would have. I’d tried that before, the night after he’d done it to my own, ripping it as if it were nothing more than a paper towel with perforated edges. I hadn’t been able to do anything but look like I was trying to grab fistfuls of the fabric as I tugged. It was ridiculous.

So the over-the-head method would have to do. (even if I was too hasty, needy and horny to pull myself away long enough) 

He understood my impatience as I tugged and he rolled us over and pulled his shirt from his body and his shorts and boxers had soon joined it in the pile on the floor. I reached up to touch him, the palms of my hands practically burning to feel the tight muscles beneath taut skin, but he was faster and we were quickly in our previous position. 

“Your turn ” 

I didn’t hesitate and (with a bit less grace... getting my elbow stuck in the sleeve of my shirt, my head in the neck.. my boxers catching on my foot) soon I was able to lay completely against him, skin to skin, heat to burning heat  

We lost ourselves and all sense of time as he pulled my head down to meet his lips. It was as if we didn’t need air as we kissed, bodies writhing against each other ...seeking more and more contact. 

I never would have stopped had I not found myself on my back, skilled hands gliding over my chest teasing, spreading feather light touches over my stomach causing me to inhale sharply. 

We knew this dance and while it was in so many ways the same, it was SO different and exciting every time. We knew the balance, swapping dominance with submission, changing speed, making love to straight fucking. 

Our bodies instinctively moved around each other, complimenting the other’s motions, an improv like no other. 

Fingers in mouths, sliding up and down, teasing, pushing inside, ghosting over that one perfect spot. 

Tongues twisting around tongues, flattening over tight peaks, mouths enclosing heat

It was slow and painful..  it was too quick and too fleeting  

By the time I was on my knees I was barely coherent, dropping my front to my elbows, my ass practically begging for it. 

I both hated and loved when he took his time. He explored and touched and looked. 

I hissed a few obscenities to express my displeasure and he chuckled in amusement before pressing into me. I groaned and whined for more as he stopped, barely inside of me. I tried to push back or wiggle further, but his hands held tight to my waist. 

This was torture. 

“Baby ” 

“Say please ” 

I could hear the amusement in his voice.  He was enjoying this to no end. 

I raised onto my hands and looked back at him over my shoulder. “Babbyyyy” 

“Say it ” his thumbs moved gently against my back as he held me still. 

“Please ” I said through clenched teeth  

I gasped as he pulled me back sharply until I rest against him, fully sheathed inside. 

I gripped the sheets into a ball in my hands as he pushed me back again, holding me still once more. 

“Pleeeeeaaseee” I pleaded. 

“Please what?” 

“PLEASE FU¢K ME!!!” The entire building probably got a bit of an earful as I shouted my plea. Once again I lost my breath as I was rocked against the hard body, impaled by his sex, and again steadied away from him. 

“Jeezus  Friggin  MITCH.” I slammed my fist into the bed, frusterated and painfully hard. 

“Who do you belong to ” His voice was quiet, almost unsure if this was ok, but needing it all the same.

So there it was. It all boiled down to him being upset about Kirstie’s comment. This was his claiming  

If it was humanly possible to be more turned on than I already was, that did it. 

“You ” 

Again  a taste and denied. I whined and pulled at the sheets again.

“Say it ” 

“I’m yours!” 

Again. 

“Mine ” 

“Yours ” 

Finally.

I had to brace myself on the headboard, my face buried in a pillow to calm the volume of my voice as he came at me hard and fast, wrapping an arm around me to pull the sensations in different directions. 

His lips kissed up my spine as his hips jack-hammered into me. “Mine ” he whispered against my skin. 

I arched, biting into the pillow as I was thrown over the edge just seconds before he joined me. 

As I collapsed in my own boneless bliss.. all I could think was a mirrored thought.

Mine.  All mine. My Mitch. My beauty. MINE