"You know this movie has absolutely no storyline right, and another thing.."

My eyebrow raises as I turn my head to her along the couch, one of her fingers tapping each and every one on her other hand, while she lists off the reasons why she doesn't understand my choice in movie.

Frankly, I picked The Expendables 2 purely because I saw her face scrunch up the moment her eyes landed on the title, and figured this should be one hell of a ride.

I watch her talk, barely hearing a word, and more mesmerised by the animation going on her face.

She's completely serious about what she's ranting about, and I'm a dead man if she finds out I'm not listening.

".. Well, at least it has a Hemsworth in it... Oh, wait he's capture, and going to die. Ah, come on!.. Who kills a Hemsworth off in a movie, seriously..."

Her leg's she's flung over my lap move, one of her feet shifting to poke me in the thigh to emphasis her point. I chuckle back at her and earn another jab, this time higher and border lining on another area all together. My eyes slide to her, finding her head tilted to look up at the roof of her apartment, full well knowing that she almost hit me square just then.

So, that's how she wants to play it, is it..

Quicker than lightening, I snag her legs over me, before running one hand down to her feet. She's a ball of limbs, as she looses it the second I start to tickle her, narrowly missing getting kicked once again in the jewels. Her laughter fills her place, and I honestly wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now.

Even if I know she's going to complain, point out, and name every fault in this movie the whole time we're watching it. I couldn't imagine being anywhere else, or with anyone else.

She's gasping for air when I finally release her, her legs being flung over me once again, while she snuggles herself into my side. My head rolls along her couch to watch her for a moment, looking so small tucked against me, and loving the feeling of her pressed up so close. Without thinking my lips find the top of her head, nuzzling her with my face, before returning my eyes back to the TV. I can feel her smile on my bare arm as she turns her face into it, pulling at my heart that little bit more.

She's woven herself so far into me. She's crazy, she's funny, damn right unpredictable especially when she opens her mouth, and drives me utterly insane.

Thinking on it, my eyes find the oversized sweater she's wearing on their own. The thing's so big for her that the neckline is half uncovering one of her shoulders, showing me a piece of her creamy skin that I can't get enough of. The movie's almost half way through, and I'm still not entirely sure that she's wearing anything under it at all, her hand smacking me away every time I've tried to check. Brooke scoffs loudly as yet another fight scene breaks out, and my chest rumbles as I chuckle at her, earning another smack from her in my abs.

Miraculously, she manages to make it to almost the end, and only flies up to protest when I subtly use the remote to press for the third one to start playing after it.

I'm completely messing with her, but am damn curious about her reaction if I tried to make her sit through another one.

I can't say the wide eyed, stunned, and thoroughly pissed at me expression she's currently wearing, is really disappointing me.

"Strap yourself in, short stuff. Round three is up next."

I know I've chosen the wrong words, even before the devilish grin starts to spread across her face. Once more I instantly become incredibly hooked, and completely up for whatever she's planning now.

"Oh really?.."

Her legs are pulled back, as she slides herself to lean lightly against my side. I've got to say, the barely there feeling of her is almost worse then her pressed into me, and feeling every curve.

Almost like the ghost feeling of what you can't have just yet, but fucking desperately need...

My eyes follow her while the movie begins in the background, watching her shift to lean over me as she moves herself down. Her feet have barely hit the floor, before she's rounding herself over my knee and continuing her downwards movement. My eyebrows hit the damn roof as her hands find the button of my jeans, wondering, not for the first time, how the hell I got so fucking lucky.

Seriously, who the heck did I please up there to be blessed with the angel currently on her fucking knees in front of me??

She works damn quick, and I barely notice her moving my jeans to give herself access before her lips are around me, taking me to bloody heaven. My head drops back against her couch briefly, before rising to run my hands around her face and gently scoop up her loose hair falling over everything at the moment. Giving me an unobstructed view of exactly what she's doing to me.

I don't know if it's a guy thing or if she gets a kick out of it too, like being able to easily see me enjoying the fuck out of what she's doing.... but Jesus, I love watching her on me.

She knows exactly what she's doing, and I grunt out when her hand joins her mouth, desperately trying not to tighten my grip on her. That wicked glints in her eyes as they flick up to me, her eyes crinkling while she smiles around me, the second before her tongue swirls around. Another grunt escapes me, fucking loving when she does that, just as I hear voices in the hall behind the door.

Usually I wouldn't give a shit about the hallway noise, but I know that loud shrill voice anywhere, as that particular woman doesn't have a volume knob.

The voice gets louder, just as the door begins to jingle. My eyes snap to Brooke's, before she rolls her eyes, her lips pulling of me as she dashes in the direction of her bedroom.

"Crap, I need pants."

I'm let sitting there, moving faster than I ever have to adjust myself before, and lash out to nab a pillow to lean against my leg. Loosely crossing one ankle over the other knee, I'm still hard as a fucking rock as they let themselves in. No one's surprised at all to find me sitting in the middle of Brooke's couch, watching a movie on her TV, while she's nowhere to be seen.

They have the fucking worst timing... Hell..

She bounces into the room a few minutes later, the sweater now accompanied by a pair of ripped jeans and the signs of a white strapped bra, confirming my suspicions about the status of her clothing status underneath before.

"There seem to be more of you than when I went to pee. Hello, new comers."

My eyes stay on the screen while she plonks herself down beside me, her hand fluffing the pillow I've still got leaning on me. The highly amused smile threatening her lips, is damn easy for me to make out from here.

Oh, I am going to enjoy turning that expression in to something else entirely later...

"Yeah, we were in the area, and figured you'd be in. What are you watching, seriously?"

Brooke's head swing to me, as she hikes her thumb in my direction. I shrug while Penny's eyes roll, like it should have been obvious who's pick this was.

"Don't ask, it was Deacon's turn to pick... Anyone up for snacks? Feeling damn peckish myself now."

She's chuckling softly to herself as she moves off towards the kitchen, and I catch Ty's eye while signalling for a drink. His returning grin saying he wholeheartedly agrees.

"Beer us too... Wait, three."

Her finger sticks up at me, her hand lingering in the air while she moves around the corner into the kitchen, and Seth looses it. Her voice echo's back to us, floating along over the movie and I laugh as I stand up, giving myself the perfect excuse to follow her.

"Not your slave, muscles. You know where the fridge is, you placed it."

Her back's towards me by the sink while I round the archway corner, and I take the steps quickly before I spin her around. She's full on waiting for me, and I've barely turned her before her mouth crashes into mine, her arms winding themselves around my neck to tug me down towards her.

With every kiss she gives me, it absolutely knocks the world out from under my feet. Leaving me breathless when we pull away, and constantly craving her back against me.

Right now, is no different.

I'm short of breath when we pull back, my forehead leaning against hers lightly, as she smile brightly up at me.

"Sorry we got interrupted, and ah, didn't get to finish what I started.."

My shoulder's shrug, while I dip my head to her neck, nipping the skin there lightly and watching the goosebumps prick up along it.

"While I was enjoying what you started, as soon as they leave... I will be the one to finish it."

The freaky little monster thing she has on the shelf above the sink watches me, my smirk almost matching it's own, until I pull back and see that look in her eyes.

She's bolder than I give her credit for a lot of the time, and it hasn't taken me long to notice she gets this certain look in her eyes right before she wants to do something crazy.

It's addictive, damn persuasive, and I need it.

Her hands slide down to my chest, backing me up until I bump up against her kitchen island, before she's gripping my shirt to spin us. My hands find the island either side of her, wondering where the heck this is going, and with no intention of stopping her. Those damn hands move fast, pulling restrictions out of the way before once more grasping her hand around me. I swear I'm still as hard as I was before, not calming down in the least since I last had her wrapped around me. Turning her head, she eyeballs the island, before bringing in that fucking lip.

"I'm fairly sure this is high enough, and will do rather nicely."

My eyes blink rapidly as she ducks, dropping down to her knees before I even know what she's doing. The second her lips wrap around me as well, my hands clench the island hard, fucking amazed by her once more. My amazement lasts until the moment Ty walks his ass in, his head turning side to side quickly.

"Hey man, where's Brooke?"

Where the hell is she indeed...

The bloody devil currently sheathing me doesn't let up at all, despite the extra company, and I lean more of my weight on the island top. My body coming forward to poke her slightly more under the lip around it, and hide her completely from view.

"Ahh, she's just in the big ass panty over there... rummaging for food. What's up?"

It's damn hard to talk, to keep my breathing normal and natural, and I try to pull away from Brooke. She is just too damn good at that. Her other hand slides up the back of my thigh, and grabs my ass to hold me in, causing me to be so deep in her that I can feel the back of her fucking throat.

Holy hell..

"Just wanted to... Shit, I don't know, man.. I wanted to pick your brain for a moment."

My head nods, trying like hell to keep it all off my face, even when she shifts to run her tongue up the length of me.

"I'm listening.."

Barely...

Jesus, fuck, Brooke.

"Alright.. I know this ain't really your thing, but you spend a lot of time with Brooke, have you guys talked.. has she said.. Fuck, I mean, has she mentioned.."

I don't know where this is going, the stuttering, the half sentences, but if he's about to say he has a thing for her....

Without meaning too and not knowing exactly where it comes from, my hips shift to push myself deeper into her mouth, silently claiming her as fucking mine.

".. Shit! Has she mentioned if Penny has said anything about me?.."

Well, fuck I didn't think he'd go there..

".. Fuck, I wanna ask her out man, but I wanna know if I'm wasting my time, or am just going to make her uncomfortable again."

I'm a little lost for words as this isn't my expertise, and the brain power I have is being redirected somewhere else very urgently right now. As if knowing I need help, Brooke's hand squeezes an ass cheek while she nods her head. Clearly moving me up, and down.

"I'd ask. I think you're in for a chance.."

What she's doing feels too good, and I shift my arms to cross over, as I heavily hunch onto the island's bench top. Dangling one hand down over the edge, my fingers wind into her hair, trying to get her to slow the hell down before I blow everything. But also attempting to pull some brain power back to make my mouth function.

".. but you ain't gonna know if you don't take the chance. Besides, can it really get any more awkward than the hotel.."

The urge to close my eyes is too much, my hand doing absolutely nothing to disrupt her.

".. I mean you both seem to have got over the last incident alright."

Ty's face breaks out in a grin, before his head ducks towards the door I indicated as a pantry, that Brooke's suppose to be in.

"Thanks, man. That was actually helpful, and way more than Seth's advice... I'll duck out before Brooke comes back in.. Hurry up with my beer too, man. I think I need one even more now."

My eyes watch him leave, before my head hangs, spent from holding on so long. I can feel myself hit the back of Brooke's throat again as she really opens to take me in, and that does it for me. My hands shift to hang onto the wide lip around the island bench top, as I let go, clamping my mouth shut so I'm not tempted to growl out her bloody name. She's grinning damn wide as she comes back up, her shoulder's trying not to shake, while she holds in her laugh.

"Well, that was ahh, interesting. Are we feeling better now?"

My head shakes out, while I reach my hand up to wrap around the back of her neck, my mouth crashing into hers hard.

Holy hell, she is something else.

"If anything, I want you a whole lot more now. Jesus, Brooke, you drive me crazy.."

Her giggle makes it worse for me, and despite having just unloaded, I feel it start to flicker back to life at that sound. Her hands slide around my sides, while she leans herself in, and my hand moves to trace the line of her jaw.

She looks like this delicate little thing, but has so many fucking layers in there..

"Well, just so you know, I'll be eagerly waiting when you want to do more, but for now I need to find snacks apparently... Who knew Ty had a thing or Penny, hey? I know she's been waiting for one of them to man up, and ask her out already, but I honestly thought that Seth would be the one to go for it first. I've seen the way he looks at her.."

She's talking as she's moving, ducking under my arm to rummage through a cupboard next to the fridge, before pulling down a bag of popcorn.

I've seen that look too, but more so on myself than anyone else.

That look of wanting, needing, and almost begging to be close to someone.

Although I still find myself hesitant to go there, to not have someone be that close again, to not have that unspeakable power over you that can completely destroy you..

That smile that halts my breathing shines on her face, as she steps close enough to run her hands around my sides once more. That sweet smell of hers that I can't get enough off wafts in, overloading my senses, and shorting out my brain.

My hand moves on it's own, coming under her chin to lift her face up to really look at me. That sparkle that I need is in her eyes as her mouth meets mine, pulling me further into the addiction that I have to her. She's even more breathtaking when she leans back, and playfully smacks me on the arm

.. I think I'm completely in love with the devilish vixen standing in front of me...