Going Home...

Chase layed there calmly, every inch of her radiating calmness. She breathed steadily, no nervousness in her at all. She cocked her head slightly, and leaned up to his him very slowly.

Drew smiled at her, his arms around her again. He kissed her collarbone, everything leaving his mind as he relaxed.

CHase smiled, and leaned back down again, bringing him with her. She ran a hand through his hair, kissing his shoulder.

He smiled at her, as he kissed her neck. "And you thought you wouldn't get a Fidèle'." he breathed.

Chase smiled. "In all reality, I shouldn't have a Fidele, but I don't care," she said proudly. The strap on her bra fell down on to her arm. She glanced at it, not really caring as she kissed him again.

"Well you have one. Wrapped around your finger." Drew said with a soft laugh. He glanced at her bra strap, completely uncaring and kissed her back.

Chase felt the other one slip too. Whatever, She though carelessly. She slid her lips from Drew's, slipping them over his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. She kept her arms wrapped tightly around him.

Drew rolled his eyes when he saw the other one slipped. He kissed her passionately, his shoes falling to the ground with the softest thud. His hand caressed her cheek gently.

Chase kissed him back, running a hand through her hair. She kept her arm loosely around his neck, hooking her leg with his.

Drew smirked and leaned his forehead against hers. He kissed down her cheek, jaw, neck, collarbone, and over her shoulder, one of his arms wrapped around her.

Chase bit her lip gently, and smiled. She kissed his neck, and then his lips sliding a hand over the planes of his chest, rewrapping it around him.

Drew smiled to himself. He moved his lips with hers, his hand resting in her bare shoulder.

Chase kept her lips in sync with his. She kept her arms tight around him, not quite where to take this next.

Drew thought about going to the next step, deciding not to. He moved his hand to the strap of her bra, his fingers entwined with the lace.

Chase stayed where she was, still calm, her breathing even. She kissed him gently.

Drew shifted slightly, almost unnoticeable. He stayed completely relaxed, still kissing her.

Chase ran a hand through his hair, lifting her leg, and hooking it around his waist. She smiled slightly, and slid her lips from his for a brief moment. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too." Drew whispered. He kissed her again, only briefly, and smiled slightly.

Chase smiled at him kindly. She closed her eyes, and leaned her forehead on his.

Drew shifted to lay beside her. He kept his forehead against hers, sliding his hands over her sides and back to her waist.

Chase smiled, and wrapped her arms around him, closing every inch of space between them. She smiled, and kissed him gently.

Drew pulled her as close as possible. He kissed her back, brushing one hand over her hair.

Chase smiled. "I love you," she whispered again against his lips, holding herself to him.

"I love you too. More and more every minute." he breathed. He smiled against her lips, kissing her again.

Chase smiled, and kissed him passionately, very content in his arms.

A loud knock sounded on the door, and it burst open, a middle aged man, and a few other younger guys with him, along with a middle aged woman.

Chase stared at them in shock, and they stared back.

"What on earth is going on here!? What is this!?" the lead-man bellowed, looking at Drew, shirtless, and Chase, her own shirt on the floor. He walked over and grabbed Drew by the hair, drawing him up. "A Fidele." He spat, disgusted.

Chase grabbed her shirt fast, and pulled it on, before, wrapping her arms around Drew again. "Let him go," she growled, turning into a wolf, and biting the man until he let go. She turned human again, and sank back against Drew, clutching on to him. "I love him. Human or not."

"You know very well this is agaisnt nature," the man reminded her, holding his arm. "It doesn't work like this."

"Why not!?" Chase shot back defiantly.

The man glowered. "Two different species don't mix. He knows too much about us. We'll have to kill him now."

"NO!" Chase screamed in a high, painful voice. She held on to Drew tightly, looking him in the eye, and kissing him.

The man growled in outrage, slamming a fist into the wall.