[-Chapter 16-]

I know, I had such good timing with the ending of the last post, huh? haha. Hopefully this lives up to every ones expectations, I tried to do it justice. lol

Kris's POV

Kailyn walks over toward me, a mischievous smile on her face which tells me she is up to absolutely no good.


"Ready to go?" I ask while grabbing for her hand. She nods in response, so I pull her through the crowd, waving a goodbye to the guys on our way out. We make our way outside, getting in my car and riding home in silence. When we get to my house, I help her up the stairs and into the house. I sit down on the couch, waiting for her to join me like we do every night, but she just stands a couple steps away and looks at me. I raise my hand toward her, signaling for her to join me, but that mischievous grin crosses her face again, and I can only imagine that means nothing good for me.


She takes my hand as she makes her way toward me, but she doesn't sit down next to me like she would on a normal night. Instead she sits on my lap, straddling my legs as her arms wrap around the back of my neck, my hands finding their way to her thighs instinctively before she leans down and kisses me softly. Just when I'm about to press my lips up harder to hers she pulls away, almost taunting me.


"What's this for?" I ask while kissing her cheek gently.


"Thank you..." she mumbles while trailing her hands down my chest at an achingly slow pace and placing kisses on my jaw.


"For?"

Kailyn's POV

Seductive.. think seductively. Shit.. I've got nothing. It would probably be easier to think in general if I hadn't of had so much to drink. Okay... think. What would Angelina Jolie do? She would be removing clothing, no doubt about it, so I reach for his shirt and tug on it. Okay, so she'd actually probably have already been jumping him, but that idea just makes me laugh. I open my eyes to find him watching me, a cute confused look on his face. Crap.. laughing equals not seductive, not tempting. Laughing equals fail.


"For taking me out," I whisper, barely touching my lips to the shell of his ear as I once again tug on his shirt, and I swear I almost feel him shiver. That's a good sign, right? Okay, Angelina's demanding.. be demanding Kailyn. "Now stop talking.." I command while pulling away from him enough to look him in his eyes, which I swear are filled with desire, before smirking a little and leaning down to kiss him.


He's tentative at first, if not a little caught off guard, but as I press my body closer to his I feel the tension in his shoulders ease as he moves his hands from by thighs to my waist, holding onto my shirt but doing no more.. ever the gentleman.


It's then that I realize, liquor enhanced or not, I'm not acting anymore. I actually find myself giving in to him completely, and as scary as that should be, I'm not scared. I'm not timid. I'm not reserved. No, as I press my lips harder to his, I am none of these things.

I take his hands off of my shirt and put them back on my thighs, but only to pull the shirt over my head. As soon as I've got it up to my head I feel his lips on my neck, his hands wrapping around my waist to the small of my back, and suddenly I've lost all thoughts in general.

Where was I? Oh yeah.. Angelina Jolie.. demanding...

Putting my hands on his neck, I push him back away from me until his back is against the couch and I just sit there, smirking down at him. I can feel his eyes roaming over my half naked body, and I don't mind, at all, self-consciousness..? None.

I lean down toward him, kissing from his shoulder up to his ear.

"Take me upstairs," I whisper, wanting nothing more than to be with him. He pauses, so I lean back to look at him.

"Really?" he asks, cocking his head to the side a little, obviously wondering where this is coming from. I simply nod my head before leaning back down to kiss him once more.

Kris's POV

I never thought I'd be hearing those words come from her mouth, at least not when I'm not dreaming. I'm about to stand up with her in tow, but then the big picture I've been reminding myself all night flashes before my eyes again. Yes, leading her up the stairs to my bedroom right now would be rewarding in the most highest fashion, and I know that I've often imagined this moment, what it would be like, or if it would ever come, but looking at her, I can't go through with this. Even if I am cursing myself later when I'm sure I'll be taking a much needed cold shower, I can't go through with this. I feel her hands slip down to my belt buckle and I know that if I don't stop her now, I'll never be able to control myself.

"Wait," I manage to get out in a breathy tone,"we can't," I say while shaking my head, pulling her hands away from my belt and kissing the tops of both of them as I hold them in mine.

"We can," she says while nodding her head, leaning down and kissing me once again until I almost want to give in. "I'm offering you a one time deal," she says in that sultry tone I didn't know she had.

"You don't want this," I add while shaking my head no, "at least not now."

"But I do," she argues. "Look around you, there's plenty of surfaces on which to bang," she says before giggling a little and smiling. I chuckle in response, loving how cute she is when she's been drinking.

"I don't think I've ever heard you talk like that before," I laugh while cradling her head in my hands.

"That's because I learned it tonight," she says while leaning down and kissing me again before letting another giggle escape from her lips. "Come on, I'm offering, no strings attached. The word comm--," she starts before pausing and cocking her head to the side as she tries to think of the word she's trying to use. "Commitment," she says with yet another giggle after she's finally remembered it, "will never pass through my lips."

"Not easily, no," I laugh while smiling up at her.

"Come on," she says while slapping at my arm playfully before standing up at tugging on my arm. "Let's go," she continues while looking back down at me and probably wondering why I'm still seated on the couch.

"I think you should go home," I add in a soft tone. "There will be no.. banging, tonight," I add with a small smirk of my own.

"What?" she ask in disbelief. "I mean, isn't sex all you men want and think about, and the second it gets offered to you, you can't handle it? What is that?" she continues, slurring her words slightly. "So what is it, you don't want me anymore? You've proven you could have me, so you're moving on?"

"Don't ever think I don't want you," I state while shaking my head, thinking about all the times I've considered this exact situation in my mind. "I want you all the time," I add, kissing her lightly on the lips. "But you deserve better than this."

"Well, okay," she says while shrugging her shoulders. "I don't understand it, but when you think about this in the morning, you'll be sorry mister," she says while poking me, causing us both to laugh a little.

"You have no idea.." I mumble while shaking my head.

"Can I at least stay?" she asks, looking up at me with her best puppy dog eyes.

"That I think we can arrange," I answer before picking her up off the couch and heading toward the bedroom.