Notes: Thanks to Liz, I decided to pick this up again, it needed more of a voice. Thanks Liz!

Kat's POV

I'm in heaven. I'm lying in the most comfortable bed and I feel so warm. Not too warm, but the right level of warmth, not so much that there's sweat all over the place but just enough that I'm comfortable. And then, there are the arms around me, holding me so tight, making me feel so safe and cared for and important. I'm holding on to a body too, a tight and hard body, a large body that dwarfs me perfectly. I cuddle and drift back into dreams, feeling safer than ever.
I feel his body stir next to mine and I quickly roll out of Andrew's way, bringing the sheets up under my chin.
"Where are you going?" he asks me, pulling me back to him.
"I... uh... I don't know."
"Well, come back here."
He pulls me back into the large curve of his body and tightens his arms around me.

Andrew's POV

I'm holding on to her but her body is tense, kind of like she's afraid or something.
"What's wrong?" I ask her, "you look like you're about to bolt."
"Uh..."
"Babe, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Lie, come on give over."
I feel her release a deep breath, a really deep breath. She sits up in the bed and she's still got that sheet all around her body. I pull on it a little. I want to see her skin with the sun streaking in, it'll look so beautiful. She slaps my hand away. She's not even doing that playfully. That shit stung.
"What happens now?" Kat asks me, her eyes hard on me.
"We play again."
"After that?"
Shit, I don't know. I really don't know. I haven't had a steady girlfriend, or lover, since I've been on the road, except for Tori that is. What does happen now?

Kat's POV

I think I scared him. But I don't know if I really care. I want to know. When I come out of this room, I want to know exactly where I'll stand with Andrew. Am I a good rat or more? I don't want to leave here and wake up the next day with a migraine trying to figure out where we stand.
"I don't know," he says slowly.
That's an honest answer. I can see that in his face. He looks a bit confused, like he didn't expect me to ask. I almost want to laugh. What did he expect me to do? Not ask?
"Andrew, I have to not. And don't worry about telling me you didn't want anything from me but a good fuck, that's OK. I kind of wanted that from you too."
"Kat, I liked you before and I still like you know. You're not an anonymous fuck. I like you. You make me laugh."
"But once you leave Montreal, you'll find another girl to make you laugh."

Andrew's POV

The tone she uses, the way she says that, almost too lightly. As if she really doesn't care if I hook up with another girl on the road. Does that mean...
"Is there another guy?"
"Another guy? No, there is no other guy. But you will have other girls. A lot of other girls."
"You don't know that!"
"Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Boy, there are hundreds of thousands of women out there who will sell their first born for a shot at you. There will be others."
"And you want me to believe there won't be another guy?"
"Not right away. But eventually, there might be someone else in my life."
"See, it's not just me." I almost scream at her. The last thing I want to think about is her with any guy that isn't me. Hell, that would fucking ruin everything.
"No, it's not just you. But Andrew, unless there's something more serious between you and me, why would you expect me to stay put and wait for you?"

Kat's POV

"Maybe because I want you to give a damn about me!"
"Give a damn about you? You've been the only thing on my mind for the past couple of weeks. Hell, I wish you could ask my friends. They'll tell you!"
"Tell me what?"
"That I care too much about you. Way too much. You're just a guy Andrew! But you're the only one I've been thinking about!"
I pull at the sheet and try getting out of the bed but his big body's so damn heavy that the sheets won't budge and the exit I want to be dignified in the bathroom's general direction, is anything but. I'm standing there in the middle of his hotel room, naked and angry, at him and at myself. The tears are close but he's not going to see them. He's not even going to know they're there!

Andrew's POV

Damn, she is so beautiful. Her hair's a mess I made. Her lips are swollen from my kisses. And her eyes are kind of droopy from all the sex I plied her with! Damn it, I AM THE MAN!
"Fuck baby, you look so beautiful!"
She does! Women always look good after sex, it's a proven fact. But when I look at her, damn it, General Martin wants to send the troops in again and he's starting to raise the flag.
"Excuse me?"
Oh, chick should give people lessons in doing that! Her tone, man, reminds me of a bitchy math teacher. But this time, I won't cower.
"You look fucking beautiful."
"You have to be kidding me."
"No, look!"

Kat's POV

The boy slides the sheets he wouldn't let me have off his body and DAMN! Maybe it's the morning one. It'll go away when he goes to the bathroom. But I'm not sure I want it to go away. I mean, this is a fantastic way of boosting my ego. But he can't win that fast. Well, he has, but he can't know he's won me over this easily.
"Is that my cue to be impressed?"
"Yes. General Martin certainly is! Look, he's raising his flag for you!"
General Martin! Raising his flag? Oh kill me!
"You're insane," I laugh, making my way back into bed and into his arms.
"A little. Just a little."
"A little," I agree before easing into his embrace.
Oh right now, I don't care what I am to him. Being in his arms is what matters.

Andrew's POV

All right, so it's time. We're in front of the hotel. I just flagged her a cab. She made her good-byes to Adam and Jason inside right after breakfast. She has a good appetite, loves her bacon. She's not one of those celery sticks and carrots idiots! God, that is so fucking sexy!
"I'll call you when we get to Albany," I tell her, pulling her to me.
"You don't have to," she whispers, not looking up at me.
"I want to. Kat, I don't know. I can't promise you anything and I don't want you to promise me anything either. Except this. I do like you a lot and I mean a fucking lot. But I think I'm going to be turning down a few chicks along the way."
"Don't promise it to me. If you do it, it's all good, but don't make it into a promise thing cause then I'll believe you and if I have to cry, well, that's not going to be good."
"OK, no promises."
I bend down and kiss her once more time. Her mouth tastes like lipstick, Juicy Fruits, bacon and her. So good. Heavenly. I pull away from her and open the cab door for her. She gets in. I close the door behind her and hand the driver a hundred dollar bill.
"Keep her safe," I tell him.
And away she goes. I hope I'll see her again.

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