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Mimi and Brady had been studying each other, each silently wishing that Shawn would just go up to bed and leave them alone. Shawn was, of course, totally oblivious and continued watching his action movie. The tension in the room was almost palpable, like a frayed live wire was snaking across the floor and shooting off sparks.

Mimi finally gave up. She obviously wasn’t going to be able to wait Shawn out. She stood up and looked at Brady meaningfully. "I guess I’m going up to bed."

"’Night, Meems," Shawn said without looking up from the movie he was watching. Brady stood up a second after Mimi did. "I’m going to grab something to drink. Be right back," he told Shawn and headed towards the kitchen.

Mimi climbed the stairs and went into Belle’s room. Mimi didn’t turn the light on, and left the door open so that the hall light could give the room some luminescence. Belle was sleeping soundly in her frilly pink bed, surrounded by various stuffed animals. Her parents had also gone to bed - worn out by the night’s trauma. Mimi grabbed her overnight bag and unzipped it as quietly as she could. She searched through the bag for the pajamas she planned on wearing that night. She pulled out the gray spaghetti-strapped tank top and blue flannel bottoms that she had packed. They weren’t exactly sexy, and not at all what she envisioned wearing the first time she made love to someone. The first time I make love, she thought, letting the words roll around in her head, letting the weight of her words and her decision sink in. She stood up and walked over to Belle’s window, looking out over the city skyline.

Mimi began unbuttoning her shirt, thinking. All of her life she’d been taught to wait for marriage before she made love. She could almost hear her mother’s voice in her head telling her that her virginity was a gift only for her husband. But that had been her parent’s teachings, and not her own beliefs. Her only requirement was that she was in love. And that it was special, and meant something. And somehow she knew that with Brady it would be. She sensed that the way it was between them…that not everyone had that. Mimi slid her shirt off, and reached back to unhook her bra, sliding it off of her arms. She started thinking about what his kisses could did to her; she couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to actually have sex with him.

Brady stood in the doorway, his frame silhouetted against the light. Mimi apparently hadn’t heard him. Brady found that he was holding his breath as he admired the way the sparse light curved against her smooth, flawless, bare back. Mimi stood looking out of Belle’s window. Brady wondered what she was thinking about so intently. She reached over to Belle’s chair to pick up a gray top and Brady caught a momentary glance of the underside of her right breast. She put the shirt up over her head and wriggled her limbs through the armholes. As she began tugging the top down, Brady cleared his throat and Mimi spun around, her hand over her heart.

"Brady Black, what is it with you sneaking up on people? How long were you standing there?" she hissed quietly, not wanting to wake Belle up.

"Not long enough, apparently," Brady smiled back. "Come here," he told her.

Mimi cocked one eyebrow at him. "Ordering me around now?"

"When are you going to learn respect for your elders?" he sighed.

"When you earn it," Mimi retorted, crossing her arms.

Brady walked into the room and with one hand grabbed hers and began pulling her from Belle’s room. "Did anyone ever tell you you’re gorgeous when you have steam coming out of your ears?" he smiled. "I don’t want to wake Belle. Come out here in the hall."

Mimi allowed herself to be led into the hallway. She noticed that Brady’s other hand was hidden behind his back. "I have a present for you," he said, as if reading her thoughts. Mimi looked up into his bright blue eyes and saw a glimmer of excitement that she’d never seen before. He looked sort of like a kid at Christmas.

"What?"

Brady whipped his arm around and held out a two and half foot long cylindrical piece of wood with a bright red ribbon tied around the top. Mimi reached out and took it from him, studying it as if she didn’t quite believe what she was seeing. "A stick? You’re giving me a gift and it’s a stick? What am I supposed to do, beat you with it?"

"No," he laughed. "It’s for your bedroom window. Seeing as how I sort of broke the lock, I just wanted to make sure that you had something to keep it secure. I don’t like the idea of someone else being able to sneak in there so easily."

It wasn’t much as presents go, but it was very thoughtful and sweet of him. Mimi smiled up at him, her green eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Brady."

"You’re welcome." Brady couldn’t remember the last time he’d said that to anyone. He hadn’t been thanked for something in a very long time. He was getting that funny feeling again, and he didn’t like it. He wanted to push it away, and something whispered to him that he needed to push Mimi away to accomplish that.

But as she started turning the stick this way and that, studying it, Brady knew again that he couldn’t walk away even if he wanted to. He’d fallen. Hard.

Brady smiled that Brady smile of his, and Mimi knew that he was going to kiss her. The air again them was again electrified, fairly crackling with the tension. Brady put one hand on her shoulder and began leaning down when suddenly Belle sleepily called out, "Mimi?"

Mimi took an immediate step back and realized that she was holding her breath. She expelled the pent-up air in her lungs and without a second glance at Brady, headed into Belle’s room. "What is it, sweetie?" she asked.

"I’m a little thirsty. Would you mind getting me something to drink?" Belle asked, snuggling deeper into her pillow.

Mimi went over to Belle’s dresser where Marlena had left a pitcher of water and some glasses. She poured a glass for Belle and went back over to her bed. Mimi helped Belle to sit up and waited while Belle greedily drank most of the water in the glass. Belle handed her glass back to Mimi and in the time it took Mimi to put the cup back over on the dresser, Belle was asleep again. Mimi looked back out into the hallway, but Brady was gone. Mimi went into Belle’s bathroom and finished changing into her pajamas, her thoughts still pounding loudly in her head. She thought again and again about her decision, about what it meant, about potential consequences. Then she thought again of what it felt like to be held by Brady, to be kissed by him, to be told how beautiful she was…and the answer was clear.

Mimi went over to her sleeping bag and crawled in. She’d wait awhile to make sure Shawn went to bed, and that Belle really was down for the night. And then everything in her life would change.

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"Mimi?"

Mimi’s eyes fluttered in the darkened room. "Brady?" she asked in a sluggish tone.

"Brady? What? No, it’s Shawn," Shawn told her, shaking her shoulders lightly.

Mimi sat up, rubbing her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I wanted to stay with Belle for a little while. Would you mind staying in the guest room?" Shawn asked her.

"No," Mimi said, suddenly realizing that somehow she’d fallen asleep. The most important night of her life, and she’d fallen asleep. She pressed a button on her watch and the face lit up. 2:30. What if Brady was asleep, too? Mimi grabbed her overnight bag and let herself into the guestroom. Well, if Brady was asleep, she thought with a sly smile, he probably won’t mind being woken up.

Shawn closed the door behind her, and quietly crossed over to Belle’s bed. He lifted up her covers, and eased himself into the bed behind her. He pulled her back against his front, and nestled his face into her hair as he pulled the blankets up around them.

Belle sighed in her sleep, and Shawn closed his eyes. He’d been dying to hold her all night, and had finally given in. It felt so perfect, so right, being here with her like this. Belle wriggled a little bit and then called out, "Leonardo?"

"Very funny," Shawn murmured back, his lips grazing her ear. "You know it’s me."

"I know," Belle breathed. "Hold me tighter."

Shawn complied and as his arms around her tightened he whispered, "Sleep, Isabella. I’m not going anywhere."

Mimi let herself into the bathroom in the guestroom, and began fixing and arranging. The trick was to make it look like she hadn’t gotten made-up for him. But she didn’t want to look like she’d just woken up, either. Nerves in her stomach were tying themselves into knots, and she was having a hard time holding her hand steady as she tried to apply some lip-gloss. She thought for a second that she might throw up, she was so nervous. Her hands gripped the counter for a second, and she then got herself a drink of water. Don’t be so scared, she chided herself, throwing the paper cup into the trash. She ran her fingers through her hair one last time, and then found herself walking down the hall towards Brady’s room. Outside of his room she put one hand on her stomach, forcing herself to breathe normally, trying to calm down. She closed her eyes as if to fortify herself for the situation, and then slipped into his room.

The darkened room was lit with a dozen or so thick candles. A soft R&B track was pulsing quietly on his stereo in the background. Brady wasn’t in his bed, and Mimi heard water running in his bathroom. The water turned off and Brady emerged from the bathroom, wiping his face off with a towel. He stopped short when he saw her. They stood simply staring at one another, each aware of what this night was going to mean to them. Brady couldn’t believe the sense of relief he had when he saw her standing near his door. He was so worried that she wasn’t going to show up. Mimi quickly noted that Brady was shirtless and wearing a pair of jeans that were unbuttoned.

"So, what were you doing?" she asked.

"Shaving. Getting ready for bed," he told her, winking at her.

"I’m surprised you’re not completely naked," Mimi said, trying to use humor to diffuse the fearful racing of her heart. Brady smiled a lazy smile and responded, "I considered it, but undressing each other is half the fun, don’t you think?"

Mimi’s heart began to thud even harder. Brady cleared his throat. "I was afraid you weren’t coming," he finally said quietly.

"Well, here I am. Same Bat-time, same Bat-channel."

"So, does that make me Batman?" he queried.

"More like the Joker," she responded, trying to look away from his well-defined chest.

"Okay, then you can be Catwoman, ‘cause I am all about you in a leather suit."

Mimi’s eyes flew back to him, widening at his suggestion. Brady’s mouth quirked at one corner as if he wanted to laugh, but he resisted. She was acting like a frightened deer caught in the headlights, and he wasn’t sure why.

"Could you close the door? Sometimes my dad sleepwalks because he has these really strange dreams. Something about being a mercenary." Mimi turned and gently shut Brady’s door and turned back to see him throwing the towel into his bathroom. She watched the play of the muscles along his arm, illuminated and highlighted by the soft candlelight.

"Nice candles," she finally said.

"Oh, wait. That’s not all," Brady smiled, and turned around and grabbed something off of a shelf behind him. He held out a vase filled with a dozen red roses and walked towards her, placing it in her hands.

"You got me flowers?" Mimi managed to respond. No one had ever given her roses before. They were beautiful, and Mimi leaned in to smell one.

"Yeah, I was going to do that whole petals all over the bed thing but then I stopped and thought you’d probably prefer them alive and then there wouldn’t be some huge mess for me to clean up."

"First the daisy, now this…" Mimi smiled, looking at up him. "This was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me."

Brady took the vase from her and placed it on his dresser, next to the door. "Come here and I’ll show you the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done to you."

Mimi was frozen where she was standing, unable to move. Brady felt like he couldn’t take it any more. He couldn’t wait for her to make a move. As his sudden need for her surged, he pushed her up against the door. With the barrier at her back, he pressed his body up against hers. He took her hands and raised them high above her head, his fingers lacing with hers. He could feel that fire growing inside him - the fire that he knew had only one way of being quenched.

"If you’re going to leave, you’d better go. Before I won’t let you go," he murmured, his breath torturously hot against her skin.

Mimi shook her head, trying to drag air into her lungs, unable to catch her breath. This was all so completely overwhelming. "I’m not going anywh…"

Brady swallowed the word with a kiss that was so hot, so hungry, it rocked her back on her heels. Kissing Brady was unlike anything Mimi had expected or envisioned. There was never anything soft and dreamy about what happened between them. It was bright and brassy. Edgy and needy. Elemental and totally, completely irresistible.

Mimi slipped her hands from Brady’s and wrapped them around his waist. She began moving them in an exploratory fashion, loving the way the muscles and hard planes under her fingertips felt. Her touch and her kiss riddled Brady’s body with bullet-like sensations, urging him to take what he so desperately craved. Mimi’s hands moved down to the waistband of his jeans, tugging on them.

Brady broke off the kiss as he grabbed her wrists and held her hands away from his body. Mimi was sure the hunger in Brady’s eyes was reflected in her own. She’d never wanted something so much in her whole life.

"Slow down," he whispered, with a devilish glint in his eye. "We have all night."

to be continued....

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