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Mimi opened the Black’s front door and let herself in. As happy as she was for Shawn and Belle, if she had to see Shawn stick his tongue down Belle’s throat one more time that day, she was going to be ill. A small part of her knew that it was mainly because she was jealous…Belle once again had something she didn’t.

She was painfully reminded of this fact when she saw Brady lowering his newspaper to stare at her. He was wearing a pale blue shirt that somehow made his eyes seem even bluer than Mimi had remembered. Brady was also noticing Mimi, the way her jade green shirt clung to every curve, the way her jeans showed off those legs of hers that he had admired so much. Brady suddenly got a small glimmer in his eye. "I was wondering how long it would take you to come crawling back here looking for me." Brady raised one wrist to his eyes and checked the time. "Little over thirty-six hours. Hmmm. I must be losing my touch."

Mimi rolled her eyes. "Yes, Brady. You’re SO irresistible." She put her backpack down on the table near the door. "Kind of like a really bad traffic accident. It’s all mangled and disgusting, and you want to look away but just can’t."

"So if you aren’t here stalking me, what exactly are you doing?" Brady demanded as he leaned forward to put his paper on the coffee table.

"Not that it’s any of your business, but Belle, Shawn and I are working on a project together for school."

Brady raised his eyebrows as if he didn’t believe her. "And Shawn and Belle would be where exactly?"

Mimi pointed her thumb over her shoulder and said, "In the hallway making out."

"You lie," Brady said in surprise.

"No, seriously. Shawn yelled in the hall at school today that he was in love with Belle."

"Was Belle there when he said it?" Brady asked.

"Amazingly, yes. And they’ve been joined at the mouth since then. You could get a toothache from being around those two." Mimi placed her hands on her hips and started tapping her foot impatiently. It was difficult to be around Brady, to be reminded of just how good he looked, and to be able to hear his voice over and over in her head, telling her that she was beautiful…

Brady swallowed nervously. What is wrong with you? he wondered. She was just a girl. This was no big deal. It was just a little fling. Then why did he feel this stupid need to discuss the other night? Brady stood up and looked as if he didn’t know quite what to do with his hands. "Look, Mimi," he began.

The front door flew open as a very happy and very giggly Belle walked in with Shawn’s arm around her.

"Oh hell, it is true," Brady sighed. "Looks like my little sister is all grown up now." Belle rushed over to Brady and hugged him. "Isn’t it wonderful, Brady? Isn’t life wonderful?"

"Yeah. Just ask George Bailey," Brady replied. Belle gave him a confused look, shook her blonde hair and ran back over to Shawn and placed a quick kiss on his lips, as if those few moments of separation had been torturous.

"Come on, Meems. Let’s go get started on our project!" Belle enthused as she began up the stairs, pulling Shawn by the hand along with her. Mimi picked up her backpack and resisted the urge to look back at Brady, knowing the satisfaction it would give him if she did. She made it all the way to the top of the stairs before she finally gave in and snuck a quick look behind her. Brady was staring at her intently. The way he was looking at her then…it was like he could see into her soul. Mimi practically ran the last few steps to Belle’s room.

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In one fluid movement, Philip had effectively pinned Chloe to the floor. With his left hand he easily held both of her wrists above her head. He kneeled on his left leg, and had draped the lower half of his right leg across both of Chloe’s. Chloe struggled, but couldn’t move.

"Just what do you think you’re doing?" she gasped.

"Having my way with you, Chloe," he murmured smoothly. Philip’s mind temporarily stopped to assess this moment. Chloe was laid out on the floor underneath him, her chest heaving from her short, quick and jagged breaths, firing him up like nothing before ever had. He felt something tighten in his stomach, like a spring being wound. Philip knew that humor was the only way to diffuse the ever-increasing warmth in his blood, so he started drifting his right hand over her body as if looking for the right spot.

"Now just where would Chloe Lane be ticklish?" he said bemusedly.

"I am NOT ticklish," Chloe asserted. Philip caught a moan in his throat as she vainly arched her back in an attempt to get free. "Let me up, Philip."

"Forget it. Not until I see for myself," Philip teased. He moved his hand to her midsection, and started pressing his fingers into her waist. "Are you ticklish here?"

Chloe started struggling in earnest, holding back the urge to laugh. "Philip…please…stop…I’m not kidding," she said in between gasps for air. Finally, Chloe couldn’t hold back the laughter. Peal after peal of her musical laughter burst forth as Philip continued in his relentless torture. Philip started laughing himself.

The tickling got to be too much for Chloe. "Philip, please…let me up! I can’t …I can’t breathe," she laughed, tears starting to run from her eyes.

Philip finally eased up, but left his hand where it was. Her shirt had slipped up during the struggle, and Philip had his fingertips on her silken skin. She felt softer than rose petals. He started moving his fingers back and forth across her skin, almost unaware that he was doing it, being totally caught up in the feel of her. Chloe started to calm down, taking deep breaths. She then became acutely aware of Philip’s fingertips on her waist. Chloe drew in her breath and closed her eyes. She marveled at the tenderness of his touch. She marveled even more at how much she was savoring it. She didn’t want him to stop. She’d never experienced anything like the exquisite sweetness that was washing over her. Philip was touching her, and she was struck with the unfamiliar urge to have him touch her everywhere…

No, some rational part of Chloe’s mind thought. I can’t do this. Seeing that Philip was distracted and staring at her stomach, she freed her right leg and kicked at the leg he was kneeling on. Chloe quickly realized what a mistake that was. She caused Philip to lose his balance, and he collapsed on top of her in a heap. He lifted his head to look at her. Philip waited for Chloe to speak, to demand that he get off of her. She didn’t. She looked so soft, so vulnerable, so utterly kissable. His heart flipped over, leaving him with an empty, aching sensation that was demanding to be filled. His gaze trained on her mouth with obvious intent, and Chloe was suddenly aware that Philip was going to kiss her. She watched in fascination as Philip’s tongue darted out to moisten his lips.

"Philip," she whispered in that breathy voice that drove him crazy.

"What?" he said in a husky timbre.

"I want…" she started, unable to finish her sentence. She was going to say that she wanted him to get up, but she knew that wasn’t the truth. His weight pressing down into her should have been uncomfortable, but Chloe had never felt anything more wonderful in her life – their bodies perfectly aligned, his hard planes against her gentle curves.

"What do you want?" Philip asked lowly, sending tiny quivers of previously unknown desire through her.

"I want you to…" kiss me, she thought, too scared to say the words aloud.

Philip’s head was moving closer and closer to hers. Chloe let her lids fall shut. She could sense his face moving nearer and nearer to her. His lips were a whisper above hers and she held her breath, waiting for him to descend…

"Chloe?" Craig’s voice called. Chloe could hear footsteps and was suddenly aware that Craig was coming up the stairs. She pulled her hands from Philip’s grip and pushed roughly against him. "Craig’s coming up here," she whispered. She sat up and quickly tried to run her fingers through her hair. Philip rolled over and collapsed onto his back, trying to return his breathing to normal. What was she doing to him? She was driving him absolutely insane. He was one hundred percent certain that if he didn’t kiss her soon he was going to explode. He hurriedly sat up as Craig came through Chloe’s open door.

"Chloe, Nancy is downstairs saying something about…" he stopped when he spotted Philip. He gave a half-smile as if he knew some secret that they weren’t aware of. "Oh, hello, Philip."

"Hello, Dr. Wesley," Philip managed.

Craig got the distinct feeling that he had interrupted something. "I don’t want to be all parental here, but I would feel better if you guys would work on your project downstairs. I think it would make Nancy feel better, too."

"Actually, I have to get going," Philip said. He didn’t think he could take much more of being close to Chloe and not being able to touch her, to kiss her. He needed some fresh air to clear his head. He stood up and grabbed at his backpack.

"Wait, Philip, what about the project?" Chloe asked, confused. Philip turned and saw the look of regret in Chloe’s eyes that he knew was in his own – regret that they’d once again been interrupted. He smiled that cocky smile of his. She’d wanted to kiss him as badly as he’d wanted to kiss her.

"We have a whole week, Chloe. See you at school tomorrow." And with a wicked wink, he was gone.

"Chloe? That baby of yours has been crying for about five minutes," Craig pointed out. Chloe snapped out of her daze and picked the baby up off the floor and put the pacifier in its mouth to calm it down. She hadn’t even heard it crying.

Craig slightly arched one eyebrow at Chloe and sighed. The world is full of men, he thought. And unfortunately, some of those men were going to want to kiss Chloe. He couldn’t possibly kill all of them. And Philip Kiriakis probably would be missed if he did away with him, Craig mused. Craig smiled to himself as he walked back downstairs, wondering when it was exactly that he started feeling like Chloe’s father.

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"So, uh, we should probably get started," Shawn offered. Belle was practically glued to his side, and he was extremely distracted by her. Her arm rubbed up against his as she leaned in even closer. Shawn began studying Belle’s mouth. He could devote the rest of his life to those lips. Maybe set up a shrine somewhere, he thought. Get some vestal virgins to worship there. That’d be good.

"Mm-hmm," Belle murmured. "We should definitely get started." She began playing with the hair at the nape of Shawn’s neck, driving him even further to total distraction.

Mimi began to feel uncomfortable again. She should probably leave Shawn and Belle alone for awhile. Maybe Brady had slunk back to his room and she could watch some TV so that Belle and Shawn could get their kissing out of their systems for the afternoon.

"I’m gonna go…do the thing," Mimi said and stood up. She headed out of Belle’s room, and the second she was gone Shawn grabbed Belle and pulled her into another embrace. Belle practically melted against him, and the world around them again disappeared.

Mimi didn’t hear any noise, so she proceeded downstairs without hesitation. A small part of her was disappointed that Brady wasn’t in the living room. Mimi decided to go grab herself a snack from the kitchen before settling in to watch Judge Judy. As she proceeded down the hall, a closet door swung open, and Brady grabbed her arm and pulled her in with him.

Brady shut the door, plunging them into darkness. Mimi’s eyes gradually adjusted to the lack of light.

"Just what do you think you’re doing?" she demanded.

"Well, seeing as how it worked so well for Belle and Shawn, I thought we might give it a try," Brady said as he traced one finger down the side of her face. Mimi frantically tried to control her breathing, to not let Brady see how much she wanted to be there with him.

"What do you say, Meems?" Brady queried as he moved his hands into her hair. "Want to go for another NCMO?"

"NCMO?" Mimi asked.

"Non-Committal Make-Out," Brady smiled smugly. "As if you aren’t attracted to me."

Mimi groaned at Brady’s absolute arrogance. "You bug me."

"Same thing."

"You have an amazing knack for only hearing what you want to hear," Mimi said in disgust.

"My words are so much better than yours," Brady said. "If I listened to you we never would have…" Brady let the words trail off suggestively.

"Okay, I’ve had just about enough. You can let me out now."

"Don’t think so," Brady said, shaking his head.

"Come on, Malibu Ken. Don’t you have any friends your own age to play with?"

"Why would I find someone else to play with when I have so much fun playing with you?" Brady said in a low voice. In addition to her breathing, Mimi now had the shudders running through her body to contend with. Brady had placed a hand on the wall behind her and was closing in fast.

to be continued...