"What do you want to do, today?" I ask, Xavier. He's still pouting, he hasn't been happy the whole time we've been here.

He groans, but pulls himself together. "Whatever you want to do." He replies, simply. I hear the edge to his voice, and ignore it.

"Wanna walk down to the beach?" I ask.

"Are you going to wear a swimsuit?"

"Yes."

"No." He answers, right away.

"Then suggest something." I demand.

"You won't like my suggestions." He says, his eyes raking over my body.

My eyes narrow. "Or agree to them."

Its been a four days, we're leaving tomorrow morning and it couldn't come soon enough. I've stuck to my decision, refusing to even share a bed with him. To say he hasn't been pleasant would be an understatement. He's been unbearable! It doesn't help that the looks he gives me are starting break down my resistance. However, every time he does, I build the wall back up.

He has been trying to be sweet, we've cooked every night together and played card games. Just normal things that we used to do. I'm aware he had a plan while we were here, bringing us back to our most happy times together. Doing all the things we used to do....Well, all but the sex. It has worked to a degree. I am starting to see him as he used to act towards me, but when I turn around again he'd falls back into his bad behavior. The deliberate touches, the looks, his frustration with me evident. He's locked himself away for hours at times, working in his office. Even now, fighting about how we're going to spend our last night.

I roll my eyes. "Why don't we just leave now?" I ask, standing up.

He shrugs, "If thats what you want."

"What is with you? You can just be with me? Is sex that big of a requirement?" I question, fed up with him.

"I'm frustrated! Not only sexually but mentally. I get you back and I'm ready to take up where we left off, but you fight we every step of the way." He shouts, angrily.

"Because you're not he same person anymore! Why is that so hard to understand? We have to get to know each other all over again." I explain, a little more calmly.

"I'm exactly the same." He argues, clearly annoyed.

"The Xavier I know wouldn't have purposely left my birth control at home after he found out I was on it. The Xavier I know wouldn't have stolen keys to my house, he wouldn't demand that I move in with him and he certainly wouldn't have shoved a ring on my finger telling me to marry him. Where did that Xavier go?" I ask, perplexed.

"You killed him!" He shouts, standing up.

"I killed him." I repeat, shaking my head at his audacity. "You're unbelievable. I didn't accuse you of cheating and run off licking my wounds." I point out, walking away. I start to go towards the staircase, planning to pack my bags. He follows me, I hear his heavy footsteps close behind me.

"Stop." He orders. "I lost you once, it won't happen again." He states, determinedly.

I chuckle, sadly, "Well, the way you're going about keeping me isn't working." I point out, turning around to face him.

"It would help if you'd let me love you. You're keeping me away." He accuses, angrily.

"No, I'm not. I'm just not rushing into anything." I argue.

"Rushing! This isn't, rushing! This is making up for lost years. Haven't we wasted enough time apart? You keep trying to find something to hold us back. Its not that you don't know me. Its you not trusting me to not hurt you again. I understand that, I do. I don't know how else to convince you that it won't happen. I need you, don't you see that?" I think about what he's said, but I don't think he's a hundred percent right. "Pip, I know you like the back of my hand. Slow and steady with everything you do. You can't do that with us." He shakes his head in refusal.

"Are you saying I have to be ready because you are?" I question, annoyed.

"You're ready. You're just gun shy." He smirks, stepping forward.

I step back and holding up my hand. "Xavier, I need time." I say, knowing part of what he's saying is true.

But there is another part that he doesn't see. I don't want to be manipulated and that's the bottom line. I feel thats he's been nothing but highhanded and domineering. He might see this as wasting time, and he's right I'm protecting myself. I'm not ready to commit myself and our future without figuring out what I want. I love him, I know that. However, I need to be sure he's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Until that happens, I wont be spoken to or treated like I'm not capable of making those decisions.

I see his shoulders fall. "Time for what?" He questions, frustration coloring his words.

"You just said it yourself. I'm hesitant to get hurt again. I need you to respect that." I explain.

He throws his hands up, in exasperation. "You won't get hurt again. Thats what I'm trying to tell you." He replies, sounding completely sincere.

"I don't think you would intentionally." I respond, looking at the ground.

He walks closer and I let him. He lifts my chin brining my face up to look at him. "Time." He states and I nod. His eyes
stare intently into mine. "How much time do you think we have together?" He asks, curiously.

I think about it and can't come up with a response. "I have no idea."

"Neither do I." He leans down and kisses my lips softly. "All I know is I don't want to spend one more minute we have together fighting. I want you in my life, in my arms and in my bed." He states, kissing my lips again. The pressure of the kiss changes and becomes more demanding. My back hits the wall and I feel his weight push against me. I moan as he lifts me, pining me against the drywall and his body. Seconds later his fingers find me and pull my underwear aside just before I feel him enter me. His load grunt of satisfaction, fuels my desire and I'm flush with need.

"Faster." I demand, so close to release. He complies and moments later we are both breathing hard, still leaning against the wall.