A/N: I couldn't let you kittens down. A trilogy must happen here for our dear Chuckie Finister. But I must warn you, twists and turns are in store here so get ready. To be honest, I am an avid Chuckie and Angelica fan but after doing a lot of research (mainly watching both Rugrats and AGU all over and reading a lot of wiki entries) Nick secretly put in hints that Suzie and Chuckie liked each other. I kind of like the idea of them together….

Anyhoo, here is my final installment to 'Dangerously In Love'. This will be the longest installment so expect more than my usual seven chappys (IDK why I chose seven). Again, love you kittens and I am humbly grateful for your support! Thank you for enjoying my dark, twisted fantasies. –SP

Prologue

Chuckie

Chapter theme song: 'Holy Grail' by: Jay-Z ft. Justin Timberlake

Sipping my coffee, I tapped my pen against my open notebook impatiently. I glanced over at the clock and saw that only fifteen minutes had passed since class has started and I was already dying of boredom. Professor Boris, Professor Boring as students eloquently called him when he was out of earshot, was writing dryly against the whiteboard something pertaining to abnormal blood cells and T-cell counts but I was not paying attention. My mind was clearly elsewhere and judging by the light snoring behind me and the faint sounds of Amber, my lab partner, tapping away at her computer on some chat website, I was not alone. I wanted to shoot myself in the face for choosing an eight am class again this semester. I was exhausted and this black coffee was not kicking in as quickly as I had liked it.

My phone vibrated against my desk, her name popping against the screen. I smiled.

I'm here. Should I take a cab to your place or wait here for you?

I replied back, telling Suzie to wait for me at the bus station and I'll come pick her up shortly. I closed my textbooks, stuffed my notebook back inside my backpack and quietly exited the lecture hall into the early autumn breeze. I zipped up my sweatshirt, pulling out my car keys as I walked to the student parking lot. I could not help but notice that I was somewhat…nervous in seeing Suzie. April and I had decided to remain friends and take another 'break' to allow ourselves to sort out our feelings. I had to admit, I felt a little incomplete without her beside me but she was right; I needed more time than a few quick days over the last weeks of summer vacation to sort out my feelings for her.

One thing was for sure, I was falling for her and that was an undeniable fact. However, her infidelity and deceit had left a permanent scar over the deep wound Angelica had left when she had her little rendezvous with countless of men. I have been going to therapy with Dr. Lyles for some time now, talking to him about the stress of school and applying to medical school, but also my issues in forgiving. Dr. Lyles said that the most important step for me in my recovery of emotional well-being was to forgive all those who have hurt me, but careful to not forget since it made me stronger. As much as I knew the middle-aged man was right, I cared to not dwell on the fact that I had to forgive the woman I could have been married to and the woman I was falling in love with in order to finally be at peace.

Lately I have been suffering from insomnia, and my recreational smoking had morphed into a full-blown habit. I still did not care much for alcohol and I knew smoking was going to send me to an early grave- especially with my sinuses and asthma, but I needed something to take the edge off when the gym was closed. That's why I am so…anxious to see Suzie. Since that night at the general store, she and I have been talking and sending text messages every day, all day. There was nothing the least bit romantic about our conversations, just general small talk that catapulted into hour long conversations about things we had in common.

One thing I loved was that Suzie was equally as intelligent as I was and I was finally able to engage in a civil debate. I'm not saying Angelica or April weren't the least bit educated on current and historical events, but they easily grew tired about talking about things like that and would change subject to arbitrary things like Kim Kardashian's daughter or what the latest celebrity was wearing at the music awards last night. I had no interest in limelight vixens or overpriced fashion choices of the ridiculously wealthy. Suzie…she was different and I loved that about her. Our first time hanging out since that evening, I assumed she wanted to touch more on the subject of the infamous Cyrus performance at the music awards that week but she, instead, wanted to discuss the war on Syria. Not only was it surprising but highly arousing as well…

Aside from her intelligence, Suzie was a down-to-earth woman with the same core values. Suzie was very humble, modest, and always thought about others before herself; something I loved most about her. I remember coming to pick her up one afternoon to take her to the train station to go on a trip with one of her best-friends, Janessa, at a soup kitchen feeding the homeless. Her smile damn near lit up the room and she was not one of those volunteers that did it for the sake of being charitable; Suzie was a natural born saint that genuinely wanted to help people, a savior to those who had lost all faith in humanity. I immediately grabbed an apron and joined her, slipping in occasional side glances at her with my signature awkward smile to which she returned with small giggle fits.

Lastly, Suzie was absolutely…stunning. Her intelligence mixed with her divine personality in addition to her profound beauty had me at a loss for words most times. I hated to be that stereotypical white guy that made benign racist comments, but as much as I believed race was a social construct to maintain a social hierarchy I could not deny that there was something special about darker skinned women. Before April, I had never ventured outside my bowl of vanilla ice-cream, although I thought about it. I was always too scared and intimated; I figured they laugh at me and send me at my starched jeans back home with my tail between my legs. April broke those barriers for me and allowed me to see what I had been missing with Angelica that, now, Suzie outshines them both.

Her luscious lips, curvaceous, full hips, ample bottom, and full chest- all much shapelier than what I am usually accustomed to- were any man's fantasy. Lately with all the time we have been spending together, I could not help but wonder what it would be like to devour Suzie sexually. We cuddled together the night before I left to some terrible horror flick and overly buttered popcorn. She accidentally fell asleep on my leg, sprawled out like an angel on my sofa. I managed to watch her chest fluctuate up and down, her lips parted slightly as her stomach showed gently through the sheer of her blouse.

I carefully tried to cover her with a blanket, brushing my palm against her nipples by mistake. I feared she would wake up and slap me before cursing me to hell, but, to my surprise, she remained in her peaceful slumber. I watched in wonder as her pearls hardened to the cool breeze of my air conditioning, her long, coiled hair framing a halo against her picturesque face. I forced myself to take a small walk around the block to calm my nerves…and hormones. Suzie was lethal and I knew I could not fool myself much longer in thinking I was not starting to catch feelings for her. In my eyes, Suzie was perfect. She had the intelligence I always wanted, the wit and sass of Angelica I adored, the compassion and love of April, and her own unique personality that wrapped her in this neat package underneath my personalized tree as if it were an early Christmas.

But I was still scorned and had to get my moral compass back on track before I could even think about a relationship, let alone admitting that I could possibly have feelings for someone after all I been through. As wonderful as Suzie was as a person, she was still a woman. Dangerous and manipulative; no matter how much the mask of kindness etched into her gorgeous skin. I don't know why I did not see this coming, especially with us communicating daily and spending a lot more time together since my 'break' with April. I was, once again, a fool…

I pulled up to the bus station, putting my car in park before getting out the car to meet Suzie. She smiled at me when she saw me, embracing me in a bear hug before kissing me on the cheek. My face grew hot and I prayed she could not see the crimson hue that swept over me. What was getting into me? It was just a meaningless kiss!

"Are you cold, Chuckie?" she asked, smiling. I snapped back to reality. "Your face is all red."

"Oh." The blush deepened. "This early September breeze is killing me." I grabbed her overnight bag, lugging it over my back as I took her soft hands to lead her towards my truck. Her hands were warm… her fingers fitting perfectly between mine.

"I have some cold medicine if you need some." She paused to dig inside her purse. "Are your allergies acting up again?"

I nodded my head. "They are off and on. They come and go as they please." I paused to throw her bag in my trunk before closing the door. I opened the passenger side door next, helping Suzie into the car. She thanked me.

"Such a gentleman." She giggled, removing her cashmere scarf from around her neck to reveal the necklace I had sent her for her birthday.

I smirked, admiring how beautiful it looked on her. "I see you like your birthday gift."

"Thank you again, Chuckie."

"No problem, Suzie. I'm just glad you liked it; I was afraid my lack of expertise in women's jewelry would make you hate it."

"I appreciate whatever you give me, Chuckie." She beamed, hugging me briefly before putting on her seat belt. I took a moment to observe her. In a simple black turtle neck, denim jeans, and sneakers the woman looked simply amazing. Her hair was usually in a ponytail but it was refreshing to see her full culs cascade down her back with a simple white headband. She wore no makeup, just a fine layer of chapstick that I could see underneath a veil of nude gloss. I watched her move a few curls from in front of her face behind her ear, turning to face me with that moniker smile I love.

"Are you hungry?" I asked her, trying to get my mind off her lips. I wanted to see what they tasted like. Maybe peach since I knew her favorite lip gloss was the peach flavored one from the lingerie store. "I know how much long bus rides with strangers irks you into an uncontrollable appetite."

She laughed, slapping my knee. "I could go for that Thai place you took me to last time I was here."

"Ah, Joy Yee?" she nodded. "I take it you enjoyed the noddles?"

"Yes, I can't believe I never had Thai before then. It's so delicious. Muy delicioso."

She referred back to one of her many languages. I stifled a groan, starting my engine to drive to dinner. She was definitely lethal.