She wrote, her fingers' movements in a fury speed, her brows furrowed. She was lost in the emotions of the characters in another world. What they felt, how they lived came from her, reflected back.

He watched her, nothing her fast fingers and the way she paused ever now and then to critique or correct. He walked inside the room, his eyes fixed on her. She didn't look up, but he caught a slight movement at the corner or her lips.

She felt the bed give with the weight of someone. The smell of his shampoo attacked her senses as the presence of him flipped her stomach upside down and caused goosebumps.

He grinned, watching her facial expression that hadn't changed, nor the speed of her writing. He clasped her ankels and looked up when she stopped her writing but continued to stare down at the paper. He gently scooted her legs almost a foot apart. He looked back up from his short task and their eyes connected, mischief in his, confusion and heat in hers. He drew his knee's beneath him and crawled up her legs til he was directly over her, then, his smiling eyes still fixed on hers, lowered himself easy. He was layed out, his legs between hers; he propped himself up on his elbows as he continued watching her. His hands rested on her hips and his thumbs gently rubbed over her pelvic bones that he could feel under the pajama pants. He grinned at the thought and feeling. She was so fragile...or seemed so. Yet, the heat in her eyes at being disturbed was evident....and the infatuation.

Never in her life had she tried so hard to not smile and so hard to act annoyed. She almost couldn't do it. "What are you after?" Her voice was curious as she tilted her head and gave him a look of warning.

He kept staring and kept grinning, knowing her.

"These games are really," She paused and observed the way he had placed himself on top of her. "cute and strange, which I find incredibly sexy, but before I get distracted with that and pounce, I'm going to ask what you want, because I know that look." When he kept that sexy grin placed, she sighed and flopped her hands on her papers. "Sean, I have to write. You've already distracted me, and in a very naughty way of it, what more to you want?"

This time he raised himself up to scoot closer towards her, his grin fading as his eyes looked from her eyes to her lips and back again before he inched forward and closed his lips over hers.

Her muffled protest made him chuckle as he drew away. "That's what I wanted."

She gave him a frown. "Could you be more specific?"

He cocked his head and placed his lips on hers once more. "You're too cute when you're irritated."

She growled. "Damn you, are you serious? You interupted my writing to get me irritated? How is that-"

He chuckled at the start of her rant but couldn't help but be amused and feel a warmth of emotion towards her. He kissed to silence her and knew she weakened when her hands came up to cup his face. Her thumbs caressed his cheeks and had him opening his lips wider with hers, wanting the intimacy of tongues caressing.

She was caught up, forgetting the world and her characters, which would be hard to delve back into, but she couldn't push aside emotions that filled her so strongly. It was physically impossibly to stop kissing him. Her breath was coming short and her fingers slid down to rest on his shoulders. She felt her shirt being fumbled with and then the contact of his hands against her back and sliding up farther, his forearms pushing her against him harder. She muffled a moan and she felt her fingers grip his shirt as she tried to keep up with his aggressive lips attacking hers.

They were lost.