**CONTENT WARNING** Graphic sex scene.

"There's some things I need to tell you," I tell Orion through my tears. "Before we talk about Amy, okay?"

"Tristan!" he snaps at me.

"She's alive."

He lets out a deep breath and leans his head against the back of the bed. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Thank God..."

"Orion," I say, and I start to lose my shit. He looks at me, alarmed.

I hate doing this to him. I've never lost control in front of him before. I'm the strong one. I'm the rock in this relationship. He's the one that's allowed to fall apart. He's my delicate black rose, my little black kitten. I can't be weak, but I can't be strong right now, either.

"I thought you were gonna die. And there's a lot of things I've been holding back because I thought they were too mushy, or I was afraid of how you were going to react."

He tilts his head to the side.

"So--so I'm sorry I'm being selfish right now, and we'll talk about more serious things in a minute here, but I thought you were gonna die Orion, and I need you to hear these things before you die because it's important."

"Tristan," he tells me gently, stroking my face, "I'm not dying any time soon."

"It doesn't matter," I sob and take his hand, and I'm crying so hard I don't know if he can understand me, and I can barely understand myself, and my side hurts and I'm worried I'm going to rip out my stitches with how hard I'm crying but I can't care right now.

"You might. I was holding you and I thought you were dying in my arms, Orio, and you kinda were. This made me realize how anything can happen, and that there's a lot of things I never told you, things that you need to know, and just--"

I put my forehead on his bed and I can barely get the words out. I shut my eyes tight. "Just, fuck Orion, I love you so fucking much and I'm sick of almost losing you."

Orion strokes my hair over and over, letting the emotional baggage I've been carrying since the crash pour out. I'm a wreck, but if I'm going to be a blubbering mess in front of anyone, I'd like it to be Orion. All I can manage out for a few minutes is, "I love you", over, and over, and over again, and I've never said three words with more truth in my entire life.

~

"Orion!" Amy calls from downstairs a little while later after the fight.

"What?" Orion yells back, an arm draped over his eyes.

"Where are you?"

"Upstairs."

A pause. "Are you fucking?"

"Amy!"

I crack up.

"Well I don't know! I mean, I walked in on you guys once already--"

"We're not," Orion snaps.

Moments later Amy comes barreling through the door. She flings herself at Orion and they both tumble backwards onto the bed, landing on top of my legs.

"Jesus, Amy!"

"I'm sorry," she says immediately, still hugging her brother around the waist. "I loved your last album, I pre-ordered it, and I'm on your Elite fan list so I got the free digital download, too."

Orion chuckles.

"I was just spewing at you what the critics said about Reverberation and Glass Houses, I don't believe it. I was just trying to be nasty and argumentative."

"Well, you did a good job...But I forgive you."

Amy sits up. "Really?"

Orion props himself up on his elbows. "Yeah. So did you ask Ben and Jake about Reaction and if it should be minor?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

"They thought it was a good idea."

Orion sighs.

"But, they didn't think the entire album should be." She grumbles the next part. "And they said there's no way they'd ever do a concept album, so."

Orion claps once, happily, and fist pumps the air. "Ha! Yes! Told you!"

Amy shoves him back down on the mattress and climbs out of bed, sticking her tongue at him. "Whatever. I'll take my small victory and leave."

Before she's completely out the door, Orion speaks up. "Hey Amy?"

She looks at him from the doorway.

"I'm sorry, too."

She smiles and leaves.

"So!" Orion says then excitedly, turning to me and kneeling on the bed. "Jake's niece, or nephew, or second cousin twice removed, I don't fucking know--"

I chuckle.

"It's one of Jake's younger relative's birthday, and Jake is holding the shindig at his house. We're invited. Wanna go?"

"Sure. When is it?"

"Saturday."

"Yeah, I'm down."

He grins seductively and crawls over. When Orion moves on top of me and starts nipping at my neck, I gently push him off. He looks surprised.

"What?"

I smile at him. "Nothing. Just not...feeling it right now."

He looks at me confused. This is the first time either of us turned one another down, barring when one of us is exhausted. His perplexed look was warranted.

"Okay," he says moments later, a ghost of a smile tracing across his lips. "So, what do you wanna do?"

I smile back. The party was in three days. That meant I had three days to figure out what my problem was with Jake.

--

"This makes me look sexy, don't you think?"

I look at my boyfriend up and down. He does look incredibly sexy. The look is simple, but sometimes simple is best. He's wearing dress pants with plain shiny dress shoes. A button-down, form fitting shirt sits on his lean frame. He's purposely messed his hair up.

I stare at him, perplexed.

"What?" he asks after a moment. "What--" He sweeps his hand along his mouth. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No," I snicker, "I'm just...confused."

He cocks his head to the side. "About what?"

I steady my light brown eyes on him. "Could I ask you something personal? I've been curious about it for awhile now."

"Of course."

"I know you have some self-esteem issues."

The corners of his mouth droop into a slight frown.

"And I know you put yourself down a lot about how you look."

He simply stares at me.

"Yet you think you're sexy."

"So?"

I screw up my face a bit. "Being sexy is a physical attribute. You hate how you look."

He grins, the understanding sparking across his face. Then Orion shakes his head. "Being sexy isn't necessarily a physical thing."

I raise an eyebrow. His grin widens. "Here, let me show you..."

He begins to walk to me, but his entire demeanor has shifted. He takes on an air of complete confidence. He strides over to me, but it's not quick. It's a normal pace and yet every step, every movement is tactical and thought out. He's practically prancing over to me, an arrogant and self-assured atmosphere dripping from every pore.

Through his shirt I can see how the frame of his body is moving. I can see ripples of muscle here and there. He's paying attention to every detail, from how he's moving his hands to the sway of his hips. Even his footsteps are meticulous. I practically start salivating.

"Someone can be sexy," he tells me, and I swallow thickly.

He drops his eyes a moment and when he flicks them back up, they're intense bedroom eyes. I get turned on immediately. "A look can be sexy," he tells me, slowing his pace down, which only turns me on more.

"A voice," he says, lowering his voice to a growl, whispering and airy, "can be sexy."

It's taking everything in me to not rush over and take him right in the middle of the room, open bedroom door be damned.

"A person's demeanor," he continues, slowly lifting his lithe fingers to the top button of his shirt,  unbuttoning it. I swallow thickly, feeling every beat of my heart in my stomach and between my legs. "Can be sexy..."

He's at me now, standing right in front of me. He wraps his hand around the nape of my neck and my breath hitches. He leans in and I think he's going to kiss me, but he stops just before our lips touch.

I'm panting in my want. I go to slink my arm around his waist but he roughly grabs my wrist, shoving it to my side, and pins it there. My eyes widen a little, and I'm now aching in my need. I literally don't think I've ever been so turned on in my entire life, and I think I'm going to lose my mind.

Orion breathes on me, his voice a low, guttural growl. "How a person conducts themselves..."

He's breathing along my jaw. Letting go of my wrist, he gently takes my face on either side. His eyes are half closed, lips hovering just over my skin as he moves but they never graze it. Orion tilts his head as he speaks, hot breath moving to my cheek, then up my jawline, and to my ear. When he reaches my earlobe he whispers directly in it, allowing his lips to ever so faintly brush against it.

"Can be sexy..."

"F-fuck Orion," I pant with a moan. "Y-you're gonna make me cum without even fucking touching me..."

I can feel his lips smile against me, and he mutters a snicker into my ear. Unexpectedly he grabs me through my pants, and I gasp.

"F-fuck Orion..."

"Mmmm," he purrs, hot breath flowing over the side of my neck. "Is that right?"

"O-Orion...please..."

He pulls back a little and he looks absolutely possessed with lust. He's in full control though, I can see it in his eyes, and I swear to God I'm going to cum all over the inside of my pants. I've never seen this side of him and I want to see more. He's fucking wild right now. He grins at me, teasing me.

"Please what?"

"Do something."

"Mmmm. Like this?"

He swiftly unbuckles my pants and strokes me. I grunt and lean against him. It only takes a few pumps of his hand before I've completely lost myself, moaning loudly. He's laughing, still seductively, shushing me directly in my ear. But I can't. Fuck, he's so good.

"F-fuck...O-Orio..."

He pulls out his hand and I struggle to look at him. He's still staring me down seductively. I'm shocked when he locks eyes with me, licking my cum from his hand slowly. Between the intense orgasm and what he's doing, I need to sit.

Smirking, he sits across from me, continuing to clean himself off in that manner. He looks downright feline. A little feline sex kitten. Now I understand where that stupid term came from.

"S-sorry," I mumble, suddenly embarrassed and feeling myself turning bright red.

He raises his left eyebrow. He's still looking sultry. "For?"

"I-I've never cum that quickly before..."

"You think that's a bad thing?" he growls at me shamelessly. He sticks his finger in his mouth and sucks on it. His hand is clean. He's just teasing me.

"Fuck, Orion, are you trying to kill me?" I can feel myself getting turned on again already.

"No," he says, crawling on top of me on all fours. He grinds against me, and I feel him rock hard through his pants. "Just proving my point. I know I'm a good lay. I know I can be sexy. I know I am sexy." He bites my earlobe and whispers into my ear. "And I love it."

"You're asking for it..."

"Yes," he answers immediately, beginning to stroke me again as he frantically unbuttons his own pants with one hand, "yes I am."

Author's Note: The sex scene was not intended as gratuitous, used as character development/character explanation.