She watched him as he lay beneath her. His eyes were closed and yet he still had that stupid smug smile tucked into the corner of his lip. It had never changed since they were in high school. That same look always there peeking underneath the surface, his playful brown eyes daring her to say no. Though she never could, especially when it came to him. Even now he would call and she would come running. The strange pull he had over her they both couldn't quite understand, but he seemed to make the most of it. Then again that look probably had nothing to do with her, at least not anymore. She guessed he had quite a bit to be smug about these days. All of those that had doubted him, wrote him off, bullied him, were now the ones lining up to see him. Telling all their friends how they had went to school with Prince. Though in reality they had never even given him the time of day, as they walked through Central's halls years before.

Stretching her long legs over him, he smiled, a real one this time. His eyes still refusing to open. Bending down a thin finger, she began to trace over the features on his face, an eyebrow, his long exaggerated stiff lashes, the dimple in his cheek that would form when he truly smiled. The trimmed hair at the corner of his mouth as the mustache framed his lips perfectly, the slight mole on his cheek that had been darkened with the same black kohl used to etch his eyes. In the years she had known him he had changed quite a bit. She remembered their first meeting and her stomach fluttered, like his arrogant grin this was something that had never changed either.

Reading quietly in the library he snuck up behind her and began to whisper the most vile and inappropriate things, many of the acts and phrases, she had never even heard before. She tried to ignore him and bury her face farther in the book she was reading before he had so rudely interrupted her. But the redder she became, the nastier he got, leaning his body over her. She could feel his cool breath as it danced across the nape of her neck as he spoke. Finally she turned around from her book to face his gaze. "Oh shit!" He exclaimed, "I thought you were someone else.", and then he just walked off , turning back to look at her once more before dipping through the library door that smug smile etched on his lips.

It had always been the same, she could just hear him and her stomach would begin to feel like a tornado of butterflies. They had always seemed to lay dormant until the moment she would hear that deep familiar voice. He knew this too and did everything possible to take advantage as often as he could. In high school he would always whisper a little too close to her ear or speak far too loud as she walked in the room, making sure his voice would reach her. He would then revel in the panic in her eyes.

As they grew older he would sneak into the back of her father's shop as she was milling through piles of receipts and papers in the office, and would sing loudly, "Does your daddy know what we do in the shadows of his back seats?". She would try in vain to quiet him before those words reached her father's ears, as he worked out front. Recently though it had just been a phone call ever so often, but still even through the wires her butterflies would begin to whirl at the slightest hint of his tone.

Gently cupping his square jaw in her hands she smiled down at him. "All your lovers, they look just like you." She found his level of narcissism beyond entertaining. Susan, Denise, and a bevy of other brown eyed beauties had always caught his attention.

"I could say the same about you." His eyes still shut his fingers reached out and grazed the skin of a rose colored nipple. At his slight touch it began to harden, and she wished to find it in his mouth once more.

"Mine are general, yours well... very specific. Caramel skin, dark hair, large eyes... sound familiar?" Leaning down she kissed him. Their tongues wrapping around each other as if instinct led them together. This was a constant battle between their lips. The sheer memory of his movements allowed her to expertly maneuver his tongue as it rolled around hers, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth gently before allowing it to snap back into place. He let a small moan escape his mouth and her butterflies began stir again.

"You don't really fit in that mold though, you never have." He let his nails graze over a long lean leg as they arched over his shoulders.

"You know I could say the same about you, besides I'm not a lover... I'm just a lay." She gently circled her pelvis as she straddled him below her.

"But a good one..." He mused. "Are you finished poking me?" He smiled finally fluttering one eye open and focusing on the blonde that bent over him as he rested, slightly perched on a stack of white pillows.

"Are you finished poking me?" She laughed loudly as she repeated his words back to him.

"Oh no, Birch we aren't through yet." Taking a nimble hand he undid the braid in her hair. The long flaxen hair fell over her shoulders flecked by tawny freckles, and covering the soft skin of her breasts.

"Come on let me climb your tree." He whispered to her. She smiled recognizing that phrase instantly, and kissed the palm of his hand as it tussled through her hair. The black lace glove he still wore pulled against the skin of her dehydrated lips.

They had been under the bleachers for what seemed like hours, waiting until the janitors turned out the power, they would slip out of the gym under the cover of evening. His shirtless figure glistened in the darkness as light would beam through the slots in the wooden planks above them. "Come on let me climb your tree." His hands smoothed up her skirt tugging gently on the little bow at the top of her pink floral panties underneath.

"I'm not a fucking tree, Prince. I hate when you say that." She had always been self-conscious of her height, and he constantly pointed it out. She had always towered over him. Even now his stacked shoes and hair were still no match for the length of her legs. It was a way to make him feel better, she had tried to convince herself, but still she loathed the comparison.

"But you're a beautiful tree, the stems on you are amazing." He squeezed the thickness of her thighs roughly teasingly trying to open them without any success.

"I hate you, and trees don't have stems, they have branches. Haven't you learned anything in science class?" She smiled pushing his hand away. They had been lab partners, but their teacher had to separate them because they made too much noise as they talked, or laughed, passing inside jokes between them. Now they had to sit far across the room from each other, making eyes or mouthing excerpts to one another. This was much better for her report card, but she had missed the feeling of him next to her. The sudden flutter when he let his fingers linger on hers as they shared a book or boldly slipping a hand up her skirt beneath the table.

"I'm not here for any of that." His hands began to creep up her thighs once more.

"Then why the hell are you here?"

"For you." He looked at her with heavy lids and tried to meet her lips in the darkness.

"Lord, how many girls has that worked on?" Swerving her face to avoid him, his lips they fell on her bare shoulder and he greedily gnawed on her collarbone. His fingers twisting the strap of her bra.

"Well is it working on you?" He looked up knowing the answer already.

"Absolutely not." She lied. Of course it was working. He could say he was here for the orange juice and she would gladly serve him a glass on a silver platter. Prince had always had that effect on her, and as it had seemed a lot of girls.

"Well then 4, I'll count Cassidy Durrant too." He counted on his fingers slowly waiting for her response.

"No way, Cassidy Durrant? You're such a liar." She shoved him playfully in the darkness. Her bra strap sliding down her shoulder, as he was pushed away.

"Honest, she kissed me." His eyes widened and he put up three fingers giving her the scouts' hand sign. He had never been a scout, but hey honor was honor right.

"No she didn't. She doesn't even like boys."

"How do you know?" He smiled wickedly at her.

"Cause I just know, OK."

"Did you kiss her?" He began to toy with the straps of her bra. Stretching them and letting them snap back gently against her skin.

There was a silence between them and even though no vocal answer was given. He read that response loud and clear. "Was that your first girl kiss? What was it like? Was it soft? Did you use tongue. Is she better than me? No she couldn't possibly be." He mused, his words fell out of his mouth in repeated succession.

"Shut up!"

"Show me how you kissed her?"

"Will that shut you up?"

"Maybe?" He smiled his body crouching over her in the shadows.

She huffed with frustration and gently took his face into her hands. Gingerly guiding it to her own she softly touched his lips with hers. It had seemed so silly the past two years they had kissed each other until their mouths were raw and here she was kissing him as if it were the first time. Her tongue knocked quietly on his lips and they parted for her, tilting his head back a little she explored the wet warmth of his mouth. His tongue finally responded to hers and they rolled until she withdrew leaving a small kiss at the corner of his mouth.

"That's how you kissed her?" Still again her silence spoke so loudly. "Well I'm just gonna say bullshit to that. I've studied your lips for how long? You've never kissed me like that, I think I might be jealous."

"No you're not." She took his lips again with such gentleness, he melted into her. Their kisses had always been a fight between lips and tongues. There was no time for softness when all you wanted to do so badly was to devour each other.

"You're just going to have to make it up to me." His hands again began to pull on the panties underneath her skirt. Only this time she didn't seem so averse to his prying.

"Oh yeah?" She questioned kissing a smooth golden shoulder as he slid her panties down her thighs, and tucked them into the back pocket of his worn jeans.

"Hey, you can't have those." She whispered a smile not leaving her lips.

"Yes." He moaned deeply as his fingers reached inside her, feeling the wetness between her long legs. He tried to kiss her softly, but it was no use, willpower was for the birds anyway. Unable to contain himself he could only smash his lips against hers as she bucked underneath him causing his fingers to slide deeper inside her.

"Yes." She moaned loudly the sound of her ecstasy reverberating against the wooden floors.

The sound of her, the feel of her had always been so exciting. The moment he saw her in the library years ago he knew he loved her, but there had always been one slight problem nagging on their so called friendship. One day though she would be his completely, and in that thought he bit her lip viciously as he kissed her, winning the battle that had begun between their mouths hours before.