[-Chapter 20-]

Yes, the dog is still kickin'. Sorry, but he'll be coming back into play soon. lol And I went to vacation at Beaver Lake... so pretty. Okay, it's short, but an update finally.

Kailyn's POV

I stand in the shower longer than I should, but I can't help but enjoy the calm surroundings as I let the warm water run over my body. Some people run to clear their minds, but this is what I do. I let out a sigh, knowing I should get out sooner or later before I turn into a complete prune before I hear the door open. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I come to the realization that it's Kris. I quickly rinse off, grabbing the towel I had hanging over the shower door and turn the water off. I give my hair a quick shake, before drying off and wrapping the towel around me. I step out of the shower to see him leaning back against the counter, his arms crossed against his chest as he watches me. It's then that I take in his attire; he has a suit on. I forgot about that stupid road trip coming up..

As I continue to take the site of him in, I don't know when I became this way. I don't know when my face started lighting up when my phone goes off, hoping and praying it's him. I don't know when caring for him wasn't the issue anymore, almost as if it was as natural as breathing and the issue changed to wanting to be enough for him, wanting him to care for me like I do him. And I don't know a moment in my life that I've ever been happier than finding out that he did.

And most importantly, I don't know when I started hating myself for all of this. For letting this happen. For letting him in. For falling so damn hard for him.

I've told myself a million times that I need to get a hold of myself, I need to control my emotions, that I can't let my mind get the best of me. And that's exactly what I've been telling myself is in charge of my actions; my mind. Not my heart... that would mean that I loved him with ever fiber of my being, and admitting that at this point is way to scary.

It's not natural. Normal people don't fall for others this quickly. It's not rational. I know all of these things, but no matter how many times I run these simple ideas through my head, it's like my mind can't grasp the concept of it.


As he stares back at me, I know he knows something is up. I know that he's been wondering what my problem is for a while now. I practically attacked him, taunted him even, on more than one occasion and then become this quiet, reserved Kailyn again. He's never said anything or even brought it up, but I know he's wondering what the hell is wrong with me.


The only thing that is bothering me is that I'm scared as hell. I'm a chicken shit. Happiness is within my grasp, literally, and it's almost as if I'm digging my heels in, not wanting to be tugged any closer to it. I know I could love him, possibly even might, and even though he's never said those three words to me, I can see it in his ever motion; the way he looks at me, the way he holds me, and it scares the hell out of me.

Kris's POV

She's doing it again. She's been doing it for a while now. She'll stare at me, biting her bottom lip the slightest bit while her eyes have this far off gaze, and then her eyes refocus on me, and they go wide in fear. She smiles at me faintly before wrapping her towel tighter around her body and finally making her way over toward me.


"When do you get back?" She asks while laying her head on my shoulder, getting my suit slightly wet, but I could care less at this point. I wrap my arms around her, making her release a content sigh.


"Four days," I mumble back quietly into her hair. She pulls away a little bit from me and looks up at me.


"Okay. Call me when you're back in town and I'll come over. I mean, if you want me to that is," she rambles, trying to back away from me but I won't let her.


"Don't do that," I mutter a little more angrily that needed. Knowing she's looking for a way out, I pick her up an put her on the counter, putting my arms on both sides of her body so she can't get away. "Don't do this to me," I reiterate. "Not now," I add after there is a couple of seconds of silence between us. "You don't get to act like this is just casual, because I'm way to invested in this now for you to run away from me now, okay?" I say in a softer voice before leaning down to kiss her. Things get heated, real quick and I find myself using all the force I have to pull away, just like I always do. I take a deep breath before looking up at her. "So, we're good?" She nods her head 'yes' before that shy smile of hers crosses her face that drives me crazy. "Okay then. You better be in this house when I get back," I command with a smile before kissing her one last time and turning away from her, knowing if I don't leave now, I'm never going to.

[-Chapter 19-]

It's kind of a short one, but this one got requested to be updated along with others, and I just got back from vacation so I'm doing the best I can. :-)

Kailyn's POV

After deciding that provoking him was just down right mean, especially since even though I was coming around to the idea, I knew that I wouldn't be acting on my threats in the near future. At least that's what I keep telling myself, but every time I'm around him it keeps getting that more tempting and that much harder to turn his cute baby face down. Luckily for me, this time I had a distraction to tear myself away; my phone rang. He gave me a peck on the cheek before heading into the kitchen and cleaning up, part of our regular routine. I loved cooking but hated cleaning it up, and he was more than willing to pick up after me if it meant getting a home cooked meal. We worked together well in situations like that. After he had finished cleaning up and no longer than 5 seconds after I had hung up my cell phone I felt his arms snaking around me waist, his head following suit and resting on my shoulder, something he almost had to hunch over to do.

"Who was that?" he asks before kissing my neck lightly, having the same effect he normally does; making me squirm like crazy.

"Lacy," I reply simply, cocking my neck to the side a little bit to give him more space to work with.

"What did she want?" he prods, wanting more detail than I'm giving him, something else that happens regularly.

"For me to go have coffee with her, Ty, and Jodi."

"Then what are you still doing standing here? Shouldn't you be getting ready?" he asks, confusion crossing his once simple face.

"I'm not going," I reply while turning around so that I'm facing him. I start to get closer to his chest, just wanting to rest there, but his arms that are on my hips lock, making me stay at least an arm length away from him.

"Why not?" he asks, keeping me the same distance away from him even though I'm struggling against him.

"Because I want to stay here with you," I answer simply while shrugging my shoulders.

"No."

"What do you mean no?" I ask incredulously, getting slightly defensive as my voice starts to get an edge to it. A smirk crosses his face, almost as if he is amused with the way I'm behaving.

"I mean no," he replies simply, leaning down to place a kiss on my cheek even though I'm trying to squirm away from him now. I stick my lip out in a attempt to pout, but even that just has him chuckling at me and rolling his eyes playfully. "Someone has a birthday coming up," he says while taking his first finger and tapping my nose, making me giggle in response. "And how am I ever suppose to get any shopping done if I can't get away from you long enough," he jokes while ruffling up my hair. I stick my tongue out at him, childish I know, but satisfying nonetheless.

"Okay," I reply while pulling him down on the couch next to me. "I'll go," I continue before starting to place kisses down his jawline. "But there is one catch."

"Oh God, please let it be easier to handle than the previous one," he mumbles, almost more to himself than to me, but it has me smirking anyways.

"It is, promise," I say while holding me hand up and crossing two fingers to show I'm being serious. "We're gonna play rock paper scissors for it." He looks as me incredulously as I pull one leg up on the couch, making it easier for me to face him before opening one hand flat and putting my other hand on top of it in a fist, the typical starting point for my game.

"Rock paper scissors?" he questions, his brow furrowing as he continues to look at me. I nod my head, making him laugh at me before he places his hands like mine.

"3 out of 5. You win, I go. If I win, I stay," I say, laying down the rules to which he only nods his head at me. He picks rock every time, but I switch it up and pick scissors, paper, scissors, and then scissors one last time, which has him beating me. I'm looking at him like I can't believe I just got beat, and he just smirks at me.

"The odds always favor rock," he says through his smirk.

"The odds?" I ask, and he just nods his head at me in return. "Great, so you just hustled me at rock paper scissors," I continue while shaking my head and laughing slightly.

"Mhmm," he replies while standing up and pulling me up off the couch with him. "Now be a good little loser and go get ready." I stick my tongue out at him once more before heading for the shower.

[-Chapter 18-]

So I got caught in between chapters, so this is just a short one.. kind of a filler more than a chapter. Sorry it's so short, but I figured the next part would be long, so I felt like I needed to break it up a little.

Kris's POV

I watch her from my spot on the couch in the living room as she moves around in the kitchen, opening drawer after drawer in search for whatever she needed, only to find it's no where to be seen and moving on to another set of drawers. I had offered to help her, to at least show her where everything was when she needed it, but she booted me out of the kitchen anyways. I love that she's independent, but I think I loved watching her bare legs prancing around in my kitchen better.

After finally finding what she needs, she stands in front of the stove, cracking eggs in the skillet in front of her until she finally feels my gaze on her and she looks up and in my direction. She smiles before her face turns the slightest shade of pink. I love that after this much time, I can still do that to her, almost as if she'd completely shocked or caught off guard when she catches me watching her.

About another 5 minutes later, she makes her way out into the living room with me, plate in hand with two forks. She sits on the arm rest of the couch, her legs resting on top of mine as she hands me a fork before digging in herself to what looks like a pretty good omelet. We sit in silence, eating quietly until she speaks up.

"So, why didn't you?" she asks quietly before taking another bite, almost as if she'd been thinking this over in her head all morning and finally got the courage to ask.

"Do what?" I reply in between bites. This might be the best damn omelet I've ever had.. She rolls some of the remaining food left on the plate around with her fork, almost wondering how to even approach telling me whatever is on her mind.

"Well," she starts while laying her fork down on the plate, directing all of her attention to me, which worries me a little bit. Maybe this is a little more serious than I thought.. "If you wanted it, last night would have been your perfect opportunity to get in my pants," she says with a small smile, the same smile reflecting on my face as I can't help but laugh at the blunt way she has of saying things sometimes. "But you didn't," she continues while looking down at her hands, a much more serious look coming across her face as she continues to stare at her hands like they are the most interesting things she's ever seen. "Why?"

I look up at her, at how insecure she's become all of a sudden before putting my fork on the plate next to hers, and then leaning forward and putting the plate on the coffee table I'm resting my feet on. I take her hands in mine, trying to get all of her attention focused on me, but she's still skeptical I can tell.

"If it ever happens," I start, being more specific than I was last night. I've learned I have to be, otherwise she takes my vague answers and uses them against me. She's definitely going to be a good lawyer one day, because she can dominate me in most serious conversations, which is so frustrating sometimes. "I want you to want it to, I don't want you to feel like I pressured you, and I don't ever want you to think you have to give in to keep me around." I definitely have her attention now, her eyes intently locked with mine as she just stares at me, almost begging me to continue. I see her eyes start to water up, but she has a slight smile on her face so I can only assume that she likes what she's hearing, so I go on. "And I definitely want you in the right state of mind if I'm going to have my way with you," I chuckle before leaning toward her and kissing her lips lightly. She's timid at first, but then I feel her pressing her body up to mine, and I know that for now, we're okay. She pulls away, looking down at her hands as she just shakes her head, almost as if she's sorry she even doubted me. "I don't think you're ready for anything like that yet though," I state, looking up at her to show that I'm serious. "And there's nothing wrong with that," I add as I feel her stiffen against my touches.

She looks up at me, that mischievous grin of hers once again appearing on her face before she speaks up for the first time in a while.

"Okay," she says while nodding her head. "There's just one small catch," she continues while moving from the arm rest until she's straddling my legs, her fingers running through the hair at the nape of my neck, making a shiver run down my spine.

"There normally is with you," I say as light hearted as possible as I take a deep breath, trying my hardest to control myself.

"I perfectly intend," she starts while leaning down and kissing a line from my jaw to the shell of my ear and stopping there, "on changing you're mind," she whispers in my ear in a sultry voice before pulling back from me enough for me to see that I'm dealing with the confident Kailyn I encountered last night, which means nothing good for me.

Oh damn..

As promised..

Okay, pictures as promised. Sid's aren't that great, but it's the best I've seen. I'm feeling better tonight, so I'll probably work on an update.. expect it tonight or tomorrow sometime.

[-Chapter 17-]

Well first off, I have more free candy pics that I might post later.. They aren't of Kris, but hey, Geno and Sid are looking pretty good. :-) I can't really gauge your reactions to see if you like the pictures, or are just annoyed. haha. Oh, Kris and TK did the weather report the other day.. it was pretty cute. Here's the link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIEMnE8_ZJM&feature=related They also have part 2 in the sidebar, which is my favorite one, along with another video taken from the same day. Idk about you all, but Kris can be my weather man any day. I'm not even from Pitt and I can't speak french either, but I still enjoyed it. :-)

Kailyn's POV

The incessant buzz of an alarm clock pulls me out of the light sleep I had been in, only making my headache pound harder. I'm about to mumble a list of profanities as I consider turning the alarm clock off, but making no move toward it. Seconds later, I feel an arm reach across my body to turn it off, and my eyes automatically pop open, only to find Kris's muscled chest in front of my eyes before he moves back over to his side of the bed.


I look down at myself, seeing my bare shoulders besides the thin line of a bra strap, and I automatically go into panic mode. I pick the covers up a little, glancing down only to find that I only have underwear on, and nothing else besides my bra. I put my hand over my eyes, cursing myself for drinking so much last night and now not being able to remember anything as a side effect.

"Done with the inventory?" Kris asks, catching me off guard. I thought I was having this 'Oh shit..' moment by myself, but I guess I was wrong.

"Quick question," I say quietly while pulling the covers up around my neck before rolling over to face him, wanting very much to reach out and slap that cocky grin off his face. "Where are my clothes?"

He picks the covers up for a peak, seeing that I don't have anything besides underwear on for himself, and he just chuckles to himself.

"Well..??" I prod, hoping I'm not wearing clothes for a much different reason than the only one going through my mind.

"Well, you took your shirt off before we made it up the stairs, but you definitely had pants on when I brought you up here. I don't know what you did with them throughout the night," he adds with a laugh and a small smile.

Now it's my turn to pick up the covers, only to find that his pants are in fact intact, and that makes me relax a little bit as he once again laughs at me.

"So last night..." I start, to which he nods his head in a 'please continue..' sort of way. "There was no.." I stop, not knowing how to continue as he cocks his head to the side, obviously enjoying this. "I mean, we didn't.." I continue to stutter while motioning my hand between the two of us in a way to symbolize 'us' before placing my hand on my forehead and squeezing my eyes closed in frustration, which once again has him chuckling at me.

"No," he says simply while shaking his head, a grin crossing his face.

Kris's POV

I see a look of relief cross over her face before she snuggles in closer to me, resting her head on my chest, just like what would happen every other morning, except it's not a normal morning. Not really anyways...

On normal mornings, she isn't pressing her tempting, mostly naked body up next to mine. I try to think about smelly hockey gloves, getting slammed into the boards, anything to try and draw my attention away from her, but it all comes up to equal a fail. I can't tear my thoughts away from the way her body feels pressed next to mine, the way she fits in my arms, and the way she doesn't even realize what she's doing to me.

That's one of the things I've always loved about her. She doesn't even seem aware of her sexiness.. apart from last night that is. Last night, she just had this confidence about her, and it was damn sexy.

"So, I'm glad nothing happened last night," she starts while looking up at me, her chin pressing into my shoulder to get my attention.

"Why's that?" I ask, holding her delicate small hands in my larger ones, looking at the way the appear together.

"Well, because if I couldn't remember it, it probably wasn't that memorable," she says with a shit eating grin. I look down at her, rolling her over and starting to tickle her, loving how she squirms in response.

"Oh, when it happens, it's going to be memorable," I reply as I finally stop due to all her repeated pleas before leaning down and kissing her on the forehead, trying to ignore the way one of her legs is slowly wrapping around mine.

"So, you're saying it will happen?" she asks, once again going into the same mode she was last night, trying to make me squirm now and it's definitely working before I automatically wish I hadn't have even of went there.

"No, I didn't mean it like that, I was--" I start, pulling away to look at her to show her I'm serious but stopping when I see that same shit eating grin on her face.

"I'm just kidding," she says before kissing me and leaning over the side of the bed to pick up my tshirt, putting it on before she heads toward the door. "What happened to you, you use to have a sense of humor," she jokes before jogging down the stairs when she sees I'm hot on her trail.

Not an update, sorry..

First off, thanks for all the comments on the last post. 11.. whoo! You all rock. :-)

I just thought I'd share this with all of you.. the cup touring is starting. Yay. http://www.essarcentre.ca/events.aspx?ID=208. And, if that isn't exciting enough, this little beaut showed up on the Internet.. I figured you all would be some ladies who could enjoy it. It's kind of fuzzy, but muscles? Um.. yes please. :-) lol Enjoy!

[-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.