Chapter 6 - Allie.

*WARNING - Includes Sexual Content and Mild Nudity*

I suggest you listen to this while reading: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dn8-4tjPxD8

(I'd like to thank my friend Georgie for letting me use her sim [the secretary])

My heart stops momentarily. Did he just ask me whom I killed? How would he know? I wasn't admitting to anything, this was insane. I feel my face flush. Allan's eyes travel down my body and back up to my eyes, where his stare slices through me.

  "Excuse me?" I snap. I try to look as courageous as possible, but he's thrown me off. His mouth opens to speak, but I can't hear anything because my heartbeat is pounding too loudly in my ears. I turn my head and look through the windows peeking into station's quaint lounge, although it's hard looking through the tilted wooden blinds. Sitting in the same chair I was just a few minutes ago, a girl with short blonde curly hair and blue eyes catches my attention. I can see her looking straight at me. Her eyes drop to the floor and she bites her lip. Everything about her is familiar and oddly compelling.

  "Effenie?" Allan's voice cuts in. I stand up, still keeping my eyes on the girl. I walk over to the door and push it open without thought.  

  "You," I say, pointing to the girl. Her head snaps up, her eyes alert. She was on the cruise. "Eliz-"

  "Annie, actually, Eliza's sister. I'm the younger one, but confusion is comprehensible, as we do look alike," she interrupts.

 "Miss Summers," the bodacious secretary is at my side. "Allan is waiting for you to join him again."

  "Not without her," I say, pointing at Annie.

  Annie stiffens, "Why me?"

  I look at her and offer my hand to help her stand up. She shakes her head and stands up slowly. "Because you've met Emilie."

  It wasn't much of a reason, but a flash of recognition shows in those blue eyes. She knew Emilie, maybe even more than I did. The secretary huffs and gestures towards the office. Allan, obviously annoyed with my behavior, has his feet on his desk again, and his hands on the back of his neck, elbows out. As there's only one chair facing the desk for guests, I let Annie sit on it, and I stand next to her. The secretary closes he door behind us and the room is silent until Allan closes his eyes and sighs.

  "Are you going to answer the question, Effenie?" he asks. Annie looks up at me and I start pressing my nail into my palm.

  "I didn't kill anybody," I answer. Allan smirks and straightens up. "Where's the guy that broke in? Isn't that what I'm here for?"

  "Who'd you kill?" he repeats. Had I not just told him I didn't kill someone? I hadn't, and never will.

 "No one." I say, my voice rising. I ball my hands into fists and grit my teeth. He was truly aggravating.

  "Your reaction to my question tells me different. Who'd yo-"

  "She said she didn't kill anyone," Annie butts in. I smile with relief at her. "What I'd like to know is why I'm here. I should be in Maine at the moment, with my sister. Why did I have to stop here?"

  Wait. Annie lived in Maine? Then why was she here?

 "You're both here for one reason, and she," Allan points to me in mid-sentence. "Is here for two reasons. A gentleman broke into her apartment in search for a pict-"

  "A picture of Emilie and I. I don't know why he wanted it. I'd accidentally scratched our faces out with my keys when I was drunk one night. What's the first reason?"

Allan sighs again and looks at Annie.

  "The guy that broke into Effenie's apartment is your cousin, Allie," he explains.

  "I know an Allie, except this guy had black hai-"

   "It's the same guy you're thinking about Eff," Annie cuts in. "He was on the cruise too, and he was going through this Goth phase, hence the black hair. I swear, sometimes he doesn't act his age, with all these phases and break-ins. It's like he's stuck in his teens still."

   Allie Frost, the guy with the unforgettable green eyes. It was him. He did break into my home. For a picture? He knew Emilie, but still, trying to steal a picture was pointless.

  "I'd like to talk to him," I say, looking at Allan.

  "As you wish."

The secretary leads me into a small room, with only a chair, a few lights, and him. He sits, slumped in the chair, hands on his knees, handcuffs locked on his wrists. His head is down until the door closes behind me, and it lifts. His green eyes are mesmerizing.

   "I probably would've enjoyed the knife more than the pan," he laughs, sending me a smile that makes my heart skip a beat. He was handsome. I feel myself start to smile back, but I stop myself and clear my throat.

   "Well, you did break into my home," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "Why'd you want to the picture?"

   "How about dinner sometime?" he says, winking slightly. It was getting harder to come up with questions almost immediately. He just asked me out? I think of Erik and compose myself. I was going to have to play along to get some answers.

   "How about you tell me what I want to know, and I won't hit you with a pan again, sound like a deal?" I say, stepping closer to him. I check for security cameras in the top corners of the room. Surprisingly none.  

  He stands up, "Aggressive. I like that in a girl. If we go to dinner, I'll tell you everything you want to know. I'll even give you a little tidbit of information for just agreeing to dinner. I'm pretty good company, I can keep us both entertained."

   I wanted to know so much, and if he had answers, one date wouldn't hurt, right?

  I nod and then I'm pinned to the wall, Allie's hands holding my wrists above my head. I'm speechless as to how fast this happened. His hands let go of my wrists and they fall by my side. He then holds my face in his hands, cupping both sides of my face. He crushes his lips against mine and sparks ignite. I stand still for only a second before kissing him back. Not only did it feel so, so good, but it also felt almost... Right. Kissing a criminal must be my type of thing. I grab the sides of his jacket and pull him closer. He starts to nip at my lip for entrance, but I pull away. I lean in and put my mouth next to his ear.

   "We need to get these handcuffs off of your wrists," I say, reaching for my hair and pulling one of my bobby pins out. I feel him grin and his hands travel down my neck, down the middle of my cleavage and to my stomach. I refrain from shivering from his touch and stick the bobby pin into the left handcuff's keyhole. I twist it and spin it until it clicks, and the handcuff unlock. I do the same thing to the other wrist and watch as the metal contraption falls to the ground.

  "You've obviously done that before. Well, someone's looking for us. All of us. Don't worry, we're safe, for now," he chuckles lightly.

I needed more information, I was hungry for it.  "Pick me up at 8 tomorrow," I say, running my hand down his back and slipping the bobby pin into the back pocket of his jeans. I wink at him and walk out the door.

   I take a deep breath and sigh at the secretary.

  "I'm pressing no charges against Mr. Frost, and I'll pay any bail required to let him go," I say with confidence. She smirks at me and writes something on her hand with a pen.

  "He can leave if you're not pressing charges," she answers, blowing a bubble with her gum. It pops and I flinch. Well, that was easier than I thought it would be. I walk out of the police station and into the frosty evening air.

  I jump at the sight of him. Erik stands by the fridge, leaning on the counter.

  "I was about to ask how you got in here, but I remembered there's no lock," I say to Erik, throwing my keys on the island. "You scared the shit out of m-" I'm cut off by Erik's lips on mine. The kiss is intense, and makes me want him. I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands find their way up my shirt and to the clasp for my bra. Before unclipping it, his lips travel up my jaw and to my ear, where he whispers three words that make me still.

   "I love you."

He unclips the clasp and I feel my bra fall loose. His hands maneuver their way to my stomach and he starts to pull my shirt up. His lips travel to my neck and brush along my collarbone. I stay still as he pulls me in, greedy for more. 'I love you'. Had he really said that? Maybe it had been a figment of my imagination. My shirt comes off and he wraps his arms around my waist. He starts to bite at one of my bra straps, and I feel it and the left side of my bra fall lower, revealing one of my breasts. Kissing across the top of my chest, his teeth find the other strap, and my bra falls to the floor. He couldn't have said that. Like he said, we were friends. Well, friends with benefits. Did he want to be more? If so, I may be up to that, getting back with him. I would need time for love though. The thought of lying and telling him what he might want to hear sticks in my mind. My hands start to wander to his chest, finding a way under his shirt.

  "I... I love you too," I hesitate. I immediately feel guilty. I didn't love him like that, as a friend, yes, but not romantically. I could learn to love him.  I was close to telling him I loved him before I broke it off. We'd grown apart. I hadn't talked to him until he came to my apartment a few days ago, and there wasn't much talking done. His lips are on mine again and his hands are on my breasts, squeezing gently. I move his hands to my jeans to let him know I want them off. He complies and my jeans are off almost instantly. I pull myself up onto the counter with his hands on my waist. He stands in front of me and I wrap my legs around him. He pulls his shirt over his head and leans in to kiss me again. He plants a single kiss on my lips, and then his lips wander down my chin and neck in a straight line. I feel the warmth of his mouth against my cold skin and it makes me shiver. I can't help but compare Erik's touch to Allie's. Allie's was intoxicating and made my head spin. Erik's is gentle but incredibly arousing. I start to feel like Bella, having to even think of choosing either Edward or Jacob. The thought that my life might turn into a sappy, unrealistic story that Stephanie Meyer has become famous for sickens me. He trails his lips through the middle of my breasts, down my stomach and to my hips, all while running his hands slowly up my legs. I moan in delight at his touches. Before his mouth goes near the inner part of my thighs, I grab the back of his head and gently tug on it.

   "Wait," I say, making him look at me. "We should... Decide on what we are. Like, if there's an us or not." I wasn't really interested in knowing if there was an "us", I just couldn't stop thinking of Allie, and I didn't want to have sex with Erik while thinking of another guy.

 "Okay," he laughs standing up straight and unraveling my legs from his waist. He crosses his arms over his chest and smiles brightly at me. "Humor me."

  "Well, for starters, we should be in a relationship if we're going to keep this up," I suggest. He gives a hearty laugh.

   "This? What's this?" he asks, raising his eyebrows and widening his smile.

  "This." I explain, gesturing to my half naked self and his bare chest. "Sex."

   He grabs my hands and chuckles lightly. Bringing one of them to his mouth and kissing the back of it, I smile.

   "Effenie, will you be my girlfriend again?" he asks. Without even the slightest thought, I nod and squeeze his hands. He leans in for another kiss but I pull away, slide over to the next counter and jump off. I bend over and pick his shirt up.

   "Nothing tonight, you can sleepover, but nothing happens," I smile, chucking his shirt at his head. It hits the side of his face and when he pulls it off his shoulder, I see a giant grin.

   "Why not?" he whines, still grinning. I pick up my shirt, pull it on and don't even bother with my bra.

   "'We just got in a relationship again, we have to take things slow," I giggle.

   "Effenie Summers, taking things slow? That doesn't sound right," he jokes. He walks over to me and hooks his right arm around my waist, pulling me to him. His hand finds my butt and I slap it away.

  "You sleeping here or what?" I laugh, pulling him to the bedroom.

  "Of course I am."

  He starts to strip to his underwear, but when his hands get to his belt, I stop him.

   "Let me," I say, pulling on his belt to pull him against me.

   "You, Summers," he laughs. "Are hard to resist."

   "Good," I wink at him, undoing his belt. I pull his pants off and we both fall over onto the bed. Erik then climbs on top of me and kisses my jaw.

    "You sure about that whole 'nothing tonight' thing you had goin' on?" he says between kisses on my skin. I let my hands carefully brush against his chest. I wasn't sure what I wanted. This day had certainly been interesting, with Allie and his crime and now Erik's confession of love. I absentmindedly let out a small moan from his kisses. Why had I said that? I wanted him. I needed a distraction from today. From Allie. Push him out of your head Eff, do it. Don't think of him, think of Erik. Suddenly, I see Erik in my mind, and only Erik. I sigh with content.

   "Screw that, I want you," I laugh. Then, he takes my shirt off, and continues where he left off.