"I want to hear you." He moaned breathlessly as his body pressed her knees against her chest. Taking her fingers into his and gripping tightly against the sheets beneath them, he whispered as he stroked deeply thoughtfully. "It's just you and me, baby. No one can hear you. You don't always have to be scared." Gently he continued to thrust feeling every soft inch of her as he moved inside.

Hands, lips, mouths, teeth had always been so aggressive with each other as if they wanted to tear each other apart passionately by the seams. They had just been kids barely even 16, exploring each other when their friendship began. Both taking advantage of the newness of their bodies and their raging hormones. He wanted and she gave in almost immediately. It didn't take him long to realize she folded so quickly because maybe just maybe she had wanted it almost as badly as he did. Sex though somehow had always been different, slow, rhythmic, gentle. The memory of her tears their first time still haunted him.

Finally opening up she began to grow a bit louder with each passing stroke. He could feel the vibrations as they moved through her chest, he had always loved that feeling, like an instrument he had become very adept at playing through the years. Her "Ahhs" a little louder her "Ohhs" a little more unbridled. As his name thundered through the room they both rolled over satisfied.

"Now was that so scary?" He grinned rubbing his chin gently against her forehead. Moist limbs melding as they wrapped around each other as they spoke.

"Shush." She replied hoarsely. Her quickened breathing still trying to find it's natural pace.

"You know we ain't in the back of your dad's station wagons anymore. I do wonder how many cars he sold with our stains on the upholstery."

"Shut up!" Pushing him playfully she thought of their little game of backseat bingo as they made their way through the car lot. "Probably most of them." She admitted quietly in thought.

"You know I like to hear you, I want to hear you." He said bluntly. "She ain't in the room next to us."

"I know." She gave a small sigh. That was a fear she could never quite shake.

"If she caught you would she be mad?" He asked quietly, almost a whisper. Daring her to speak the truth to the answer he already knew. Wondering if she would she lie this time, like she always had. Her lips had seemed always spoke in half truths, her eyes though, always honest.

"If you got caught would she be mad?" She repainted the same question. Her green eyes focused on him as that smug smile began to creep to the corners of his mouth.

"Shit, Barbi I get caught all the time." As the bravado poured from this statement he met her gaze. Wanting to impress her, but still search for that familiar spark of jealousy that would always flair in women's eyes. Unfortunately it was something that he could never find hidden there, lust, anticipation, longing, annoyance, but never jealousy. "Listen... if you weren't with her anymore would you stay with me for more than a night?" He knew he was the one that held on to that emotion too tightly.

"I guess.... we'll see if that ever happens." Looking away from him she stared into the corner of the room, lost in that thought. What if she did... what then? How much longer would he keep her or would that yearning from years ago finally be satisfied.

"You know I called her." He whispered wanting to pull her attention back to him.

"Who...Denise?"

"No... Cassidy..." Her name fell from his lips as if it were nothing.

"What the fuck Prince? You're lying." A tightness began to build in her chest.

"Maybe...."

"Uhhh." She moaned exhausted by his response. He could always push her buttons, reveling in whatever panic he caused. Still after all these years she had yet to learn how to not yield to the games he played. Willpower escaped her when she saw him, heard him, touched him. "You know she still hates you."

"Why? She still upset that I told everyone we made out behind shop class?" He had maybe kissed Cassidy twice, but he had a reputation to keep. High school had been a difficult time with the opposite sex... until he signed that recording contract. All of a sudden those girls who had never gave him a second glance practically fell all over him. Even now they would throw their names to him as if they had some significance, there had really only ever been one girl's name from high school that meant anything to him.

"No... Bambi."

"That fucking song... I don't care what she thinks... what about you?" He had called Barbi early one morning to tell her about it. He begged her not to listen to the words they were banal, stupid lyrics he had come up with to raise eyebrows. His first album had been wrapped in love songs and hadn't done so hot, so his second album they decided needed to change. Songs about sex, lust, love had done much better for him. Those lyrics were nothing, the music though that belonged to her. The longing guitar as it whined for her, the thumping beat of the cowbell repetitiously bringing forth the memory of his thrust. Every note was for her, every rise and fall of the beat, every lick as his fingers slid down the fret board, all of it for her. He hated that of the lyrics she had inspired this song was the only one he had ever had the courage own up to.

"Well I'm here aren't I?" Of course she was here. It had seemed as if this would always be her place. A brief moment in a bedroom, before she had to wake up back to her own reality. Both of them reliving parts of their past selves they weren't even sure existed anymore, except when they were together.

"At least your body is." He smiled pulling her skin closer to his. A leg thrown carelessly over hers, as if to brace her against leaving.

"Funny that's always seemed to be enough." She chuckled waiting to hear the rumble of his laugh beside her, but he was silent. Pressing her luck she continued. "Why the change? You finally gonna show me what it's like to be loved by a man?" She teased him with his words and delighted in his face as he whipped around quickly to meet her, his once laid back handsome features skewed suddenly by the presence of an aggressive snarl. Though she had never learned to control her own emotions around him, he had taught her one thing... manipulation. Rolling her body over his, she took that upturned lip between her teeth and lightly bit down. Softly he moaned in submission beneath her. His large hands gliding over her once again feeling the heat between them rising.

Looking up to her he smiled tucking her long flaxen stands behind her ears. "You still got that Hendrix poster above your bed? Or did you finally replace it with me?" He toyed with her knowing the answer before she even began to move her lips. She had always seemed to be an open book when it pertained to him. She held so many other secrets, but would never share. He had often wondered what he had to do to turn those pages.

"Please you think I'd take down Hendrix for you." She scoffed. Knowing full well she couldn't have ripped that poster down fast enough when he sent her the promotion from his first album. He was perfect, his hair, his eyes... his lips. She had never seen him look so beautiful, so mysterious, sex just dripping from the opened leather coat that exposed his smooth golden skin underneath. The slight fur beginning to form at the center as he grew into manhood. She racked her brain trying desperately to remember all of times her hand had grazed that very place, feeling the bristling hair against her palm. Or the warmth of his chest as she would lay the side of her face against him listening to his heartbeat begin to steady.

Her hand reached out to the warmth of that same spot, she still marveled over how much he had changed in only a few years. His newest poster she received had to be hidden deep in her closet, hung behind a rack of clothes. The overt sexual nature of his glistening body, set against a tile wall with a crucifix was a far cry from the boy that still hung above her bed.

"You know what you're being a little too bold I think you're lying. Let me call your mamma and check."

"Well you're calling every other woman in my life. I thought she'd be the next one line... you gonna tell her what we've been doing all these years, too?" Again she huffed dramatically. Turning to him searching, hoping to find the truth about that call somewhere drowning in those amber pools of his.

"Barbi I'm pretty damn sure your mom is aware of the shit we're up too, besides I didn't call Cassidy... maybe." He had hated Cassidy since the first time Barbi had showed him how they kissed. It was different from the ones they shared. There was a gentleness that could never be found between their lips, and he didn't like that someone else gave her something he couldn't.

Prince leaned against the door frame fully expecting to surprise Barbi as she opened the door. It had been weeks since he had seen her, days since they had spoke to one another. The door swung open and instead of a six foot blonde with a bright smile there stood a short sour faced brunette. Her lip upturned with disgust as soon as she recognized his figure on the porch. The smile on his face faded as she hissed "What do you want?"

"Barbi." Letting her name leave smoothly from his lips, the lasciviousness of his tone made the girl's eyes flair.

Not leaving the door or allowing him in she called back into the house. "Barbi, there's some boy for you out here."

'The fuck like she didn't know who he was.' He thought angrily. "Maybe your lips remember my name, Cassidy." He whispered leaning into her. She whipped her face around to meet him and he refused to back up meeting her gaze defiantly. Their lips only a few inches from one another. With a huff Cassidy turned and walked back into the house. He smiled knowing he had just won that battle.

Suddenly he heard Barbi scream, "Holy Shit!!!" and felt the weight of her body drape around him in the doorway excitedly. Holding him so tight he almost fell backwards. He breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of her hair, her clothes, he didn't know he had missed her so much until that moment, and his stomach began to ache wanting only to kiss her.

Without thinking her tongue wrapped around his as she pushed her mouth into him, searching desperately as if to see if he still wanted her. Suddenly becoming aware of her actions she withdrew quickly and softly spoke, "I'm sorry." It had been weeks since she had seen him, things could have changed.

He whispered, "No don't be sorry, I missed you too." He looked up to meet her eyes as she bent over him. Still she shied away her gaze and he knew exactly why... the girl that was watching them silently fuming from the window.

"I want to know everything!" She grabbed his hand and brought him to the swing that moved silently in the breeze in a dark corner of the porch away from Cassidy.

"Listen, I'm leaving." Cassidy stormed out of the house and turned to the swing waiting for a response. Barbi sat with her legs casually strewn over Prince's thighs, their faces so close as they whispered quietly between themselves.

"Did you hear me?" Cassidy screamed wanting to get a some type of rise out of them.

"I'll see you later." Barbi called back not taking her attention away from him as they swung slowly in the cooling September breeze.

With a huff Cassidy drove off. Prince smiled at this reaction, reveled in it actually. He had heard that she was messing around Cassidy, but Barbi belonged to him and this proved it.

"Come here." He pulled her body over his and she sat on his lap facing him her feet dangling from the seat as they swayed. With the push and pull of the swing she could feel him through his jeans, as she rode him gently on the porch swing. She gave a soft moan as he kissed her neck, his lips trailing over her skin.

"Do you wanna come upstairs?" She whispered, lightly nibbling the delicate flesh of his ear. "You know... my parents aren't home, and I want to give you something..."