*WARNING THIS SCENE CONTAINS CONTENT OF A SEXUAL NATURE*

"So you are dating?" My mom lifted her eyes from her plate. Her wary eyes stared directly at Brody, who didn't flinch at her direct question.

I, however, sank further into my seat.

Brody picked up a napkin and dabbed at the corners of his mouth. His lips then curled up into one his famous dazzling smiles, "Yes we are,"

My mom blinked unfazed, "How long has that been going on?"

He looked at me as if I would confirm the answer but all I did was try to hide my flushed cheeks by shoving in mash potato. He discreetly rolled his eyes and looked back at my mom.

"Not that long. We've known each other for a while but have only been dating as of recently,"

"Interesting," She mused and took a large gulp of wine.

A silence settled over us. The kind you would try to avoid. The only sound was the scraping of plates and chews. My food was suddenly harder to swallow.

"So Ivy has mentioned you have a vegan restaurant?" I wanted to hug him for his bad attempt of small talk. At least he was making an effort unlike my mother, who seemed as if she had a bad taste in her mouth.

"I do," She said in between bites, "I would say it's more of a cafe than a restaurant,"

"But you eat meat?" He noted gesturing to the sausage on her plate. She paused with her fork mid-air and I could hear my heart thumping in my chest.

Don't kill him.

Don't kill him.

She swallowed, hard, "It's more about market demand than my diet preferences,"

"I see," He nodded and then stabbed a sausage lifting it in the air, "Well these are some good sausages. Thank you, Mrs Jones,"

If an asteroid fell from the sky at this exact moment I would not complain.

"Where's Rose?" My mom asked ignoring his comment.

I heard the breath leave Brody's lungs and I nearly fell out of my chair.

Oblivious to the tension circling the room she continued, "I haven't seen her in a while,"

My lips tightened and I didn't dare look in Brody's direction afraid of what I might see, "She's been busy,"

"You should invite her round. You don't want to lose your friends," She not so subtly looked in Brody's direction and I knew what she was insinuating. You don't want to lose your friends over a boy.

Well, too late mom you missed the party.

"I'll think about," I had no intention of thinking about it. In fact, if I had a gun to my head and they said to think about it or die I'd rather take the bullet.

"I really care for your daughter Mrs Jones," Brody's outburst was a surprise but the genuine earnest expression on his face warmed my heart. His eyes moved from my mothers face to my own and lingered there. They told me everything I needed to know and more. I wished at that moment that we could have been alone.

I would have shown him how his feelings were reciprocated with more than just words.

My mom looked sceptical but forced a smile, "Thank you for being honest Brody,"

Brody continued and I could see that he had his palms flat on his trouser legs but they twitched as if he was resisting the urge to touch me, "I know I'm not a parents ideal partner for their daughter but I want to prove to you and to Ivy that I'm in it for the long run,"

My mom let out a sigh, as if she had been holding her breath. With colourless cheeks she stared at Brody, looking him in the eye for the first time tonight, "That's very sweet of you to say but that is a big commitment to make."

I spoke before Brody did and raised a brow, "What do you mean?"

She blinked at me, "Because you are both still children. You don't know what the future holds,"

"Neither do you," I snapped. It was apparent that my mom wasn't a fan of this relationship.

For whatever reason, I wasn't too sure.

She rubbed at her temple attempting to smooth out the creases, "I'm not saying you won't be together Ivy. I'm saying just take it slow. It doesn't need to be that serious,"

"That's not fair," I didn't mean to raise my voice but the agitation was getting the better of me, "You don't know anything about how we feel about each other,"

First Mr Jackson now my mom?

Were they in cahoots?

"You've only been together a few weeks," She quipped, "It's not a serious long term relationship,"

"Why does it matter how long we've been together? I know how I feel,"

Furious would be an understatement for how I felt. I couldn't believe the audacity of my mother. She didn't know him, she didn't know us.

"Ivy it's okay-" Brody placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and I caught my mom staring at it as if she wanted to burn holes through his skin.

"You don't need to patronise her," She sniped and I lost it.

"Do not speak to him like that," I was very close to throwing my plate of mash potato at her head.

Her eyes were blazing like a building on fire and I flinched in my seat, "I'm not being spoken to like that in my own house," She got up from her seat and chucked her napkin on the table, "I've got some stuff that needs taken care of at the restaurant," She looked at Brody and tried to smile, "It was nice meeting you,"

I watched as she rushed out of the room, a frenzy of blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders. I heard her heels clip aggressively against the floor and then the dramatic slam of the front door. I closed my eyes and waited a couple of seconds trying to control the rapid beating of my heart.

I felt a gentle hand touch the side of my face and I leant into Brody's palm. He used his other hand to pull me into his chest and I stayed there listening to the rhythmic pattern of his heart.

After a while my breathing slowed and I felt the fire calm into a steady stream. I opened my eyes and looked up to find Brody's concerned eyes slowly raking in my expression.

His lips turned up at the corners though his eyes were still laced with worry, "Well that was a great first impression,"

I tried to laugh but it sounded forced, "I think she liked you,"

His chortled and his thumb smoothed circles on my shoulder, "What can I say? Mother's love me,"

"Of course," I teased and then paused, my eyes meeting his, "I'm sorry she behaved like that. I don't know what's wrong with her,"

"It's okay," He smiled even though it didn't quite reach his eyes, "I haven't got the best track record,"

He looked away so I placed a hand on his cheek and turned his head to face me, "It doesn't matter who you were. It's who you are now that counts. I want to be with who you are now and who you will become,"

"I don't deserve you," He breathed in a type of way that sent my senses into overdrive.

His eyes moved to my lips and I saw a hunger in them. Without looking away he slowly inched closer and I sucked in a harsh breath when I felt his lips on mine.

At first they were soft as they moved against mine, as if they belonged but then that familiar ache churned in my chest and I felt my hands in his hair desperately pulling him closer.

He responded with eagerness and a willingness to completely succumb to me. He was on his knees, his body between my legs in a matter of seconds and startled I looked down at him, my lips swollen and my hair sticking to my flustered hot face.

"What are you-" He placed a finger against my lips as his other hand slowly unbuttoned my jeans. I watched as he pulled them off and chucked them to the side.

He looked at me, his eyes roaming my body, savouring every minor details as if he didn't want to miss out. He let out a animalistic groan as his eyes landed on the lace panties I was wearing. He brought a thumb out and traced the outline. I squirmed in the seat and his eyes snapped to mine, darkening with a hunger I knew I reciprocated.

He leant forward and kissed the inside of my thigh and I closed my eyes as my lips parted open with each deep breath. His kisses trailed, soft, almost quaint like a feather but enough to drive me insane. I gasped as his lips met the side of my panties and he moved the fabric to the side.

It was a ghost of a kiss at first, but then it deepened and I had to grip onto his hair in order to control myself. His lips moved in a rhythm of their own accord, causing a build up to swirl inside my stomach. I placed a hand over my mouth, I didn't want the neighbours to hear the scream that wanted to escape. He flicked out his tongue and it was enough to send me over the edge.

But before I could let the feelings take control his mouth was on mine, hot wet and moving fast as if I was his life line. His clothes were on the floor before he could object, my nails freely roaming all over his back and I pulled him closer to me. I wrapped my legs around his lower back and I could feel his hardness against me. He pulled back a second, his eyes meeting mine and then he leant over and pulled a condom out of his pocket. He tore the plastic with his teeth and it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

I waited as he put on the protection, even though the impatience was getting the better of me and as soon as he was done I had him against me.

He eased himself inside me and I leant my head against his shoulder trying to muffle my moans against his skin. His moments were fast, one hand holding the back of my neck whilst the other lifted my thigh. I ran my hands down his back, my lips furiously leaving kisses along his neck and jaw.

His hand moved to my hair and he tangled his fingers, pulling my head back so our eyes met. His were filled with so much emotion, so raw that it was breathtaking. I leaned back into his hand, ragged breaths escaping my throat as his movements deepened. He wrapped a strong arm around my waist and lifted me, placing me across the table.

We knocked over my moms wine glass but we didn't care. The red stained the carpet. I laid on my back as he stood at the end, one hand gripped onto the table whilst the other caressed my breast. His movements sped up and I felt that familiar warmth build up inside me.

He bit his lip as he looked down at me, "I'm so ready baby,"

"Me too," My throat was sore and my breaths came out in short bursts.

His hand tightened on my breast and his hips moved faster. I felt the electricity surge through my body from my head to my toes. I let out a strangled moan as he did the same. His eyes closed, his mouth opened as he released himself.

We were there for a moment, our hearts pounding like steel drums in our chests and the sounds of our breaths resonating in the room. I watched as his lips curled up into a lazy smile and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Your mom should make sausages more often,"