A/N: WHOO first Liley let's see how I do with these two.

Disclaimer: 1) I don't own Hannah Montana. In fact, I've watched a grand total of about five episodes LOL;; I just like Liley fanfics. 2) Opening lyrics and chapter title, "On Fire," is taken from the song of the same name by Switchfoot. Awesome song! Closing lyrics the very end are taken from "Awake," by Secondhand Serenade. Also awesome song! Or well, awesome lyrics lol. His voice irritates me a little sometimes.

Also, warning number final: this is Lilly/Miley, a girl/girl couple, so don't like, don't read. Don't complain plz. Also also, this is pretty much unedited... I need to get myself a beta or something. D:

Fiction

Ch 1: On Fire

But everything insides you knows there's more than what you've heard

There's so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words

Well I'm on fire when you're near me, and I'm on fire when you speak, and I'm on fire burning at these mysteries.

It's so hot right now. I can't remember where I am anymore and I don't even know what I'm doing except that my best friend is on top of me and we're both half naked, and my hands are desperately fisting her dark brown curls, and her tongue is dipping into my mouth and dragging down my jaw, and, god, I'm burning and breathless and breaking all at the same time.

It feels like everything's breaking and I don't know why, but it doesn't matter anymore because she's moaning into my mouth and I'm grinding my hips into hers and I don't need to think; I don't need to talk; I don't even need to breathe.

And then, suddenly, we're panicking. I heard the footsteps before, but with Miley's hand traveling up my thigh, I wasn't exactly registering much else. It's only when the knocking starts that the two of us jump apart, looking at each other for only a second before desperately going on the search for our clothes before anyone realizes what's just happened. Or well, what almost happened.

"Hey, bud, just checkin' in. Y'all've gotten awfully quite in the last ten minutes. Not that it's an unpleasant change from the yelling, just… well, you kids okay?" Mr. Stewart's voice echoed in from reality, from the land beyond the locked door.

"We're fine, Daddy!" Miley screams back while pulling up her plaid Capri pants and I watch her while pulling my shirt over my head.

"Oh. Okay, I guess. Well, dinner's almost ready, is Lilly staying?" He was taken back a bit by his daughter's harsh tone and was probably confused as to why she wouldn't unlock the door, and that brought a small smirk onto my lips before I realized it was there so I hastened my search for my jeans.

It doesn't take long, and after successfully finding them I turn to Miley and find her watching me, her questioning eyes pleading... something. I smile because her version of the puppy dog look, although faulty around others, is the most adorable thing I've ever seen.

"Yeah, I'll stay." I whisper to the ground and I don't have to look back to know that she's smiling like she's just won a triathlon in record breaking time.

"Yeah, Dad, Lilly's staying." Miley says more calmly to the door, before she slips a tank top on and walks towards her bathroom.

"Alright, I'll call y'all when dinner's ready then."

I sit on Miley's bed while I wait for her to be done doing whatever she's doing, and listen to Mr. Stewart's footsteps fade away in time with the pounding in my chest. When it's finally normal again, I lay down flat on her bed and close my eyes.

Miley comes out just as I'm about to break consciousness, so I get up so I can look at her and she's laughing.

"Oh man, Lilly, it took forever to get the colour outta my cheeks! I was redder than Uncle Earl when he 'accidentally' fell into that vat of tomato sauce and coincidentally had a bag of spaghetti hidden under his fat folds." She shuddered. "You shoulda seen me! Or well, I guess you did actually, but I… you… uh, yeah."

I smiled because she was cute when she was nervous and ranting, "Yeah."

There was an awkward silence because there's always an awkward something immediately after best friends have almost-sex, and while she spends it averting her gaze to the wall, I spend it looking at her and I can't help myself. If I think about it now, I never really could because I've always found Miley to be breathtakingly beautiful, especially now. Now, I'm staring at her reddened lips and trying hard to remember the feel of her quick, desperate touches while resisting the urge to desperately slam her against her bedroom door and kiss her over and over for fear that the noise might make Mr. S think one of us died.

I guess she notices me, because she squirms under my gaze for a bit before coughing.

"Hey, Lil?"

"Mm?"

"Would you… y'know, stop looking at me like that? You're making me uncomfortable." She looks at me now and she's scared, she's terrified, her eyes are absolutely horrified, and I'm confused.

"Like what?" I ask.

"Like… like you're a dirty old man undressing me in your head." She makes a face and I playfully hit her on her arm (hard) and it's like we're back to normal. It's like we didn't just have an argument over the fact that she was dating Jake again, and that didn't lead to us kissing and touching and onto her bed, and I totally don't feel the wetness between my legs anymore. It's like the last twenty minutes never existed and I don't know if I'm happy about that or not.

But I don't have time to dwell on it because Mr. Stewart has finished preparing dinner and as soon as I hear it's his special "Yeee Doggies!" I rush out the door. Miley smiles and slowly follows me because she knows the only thing she's second to in my eyes is my stomach and I guess that entertains her a little.

Dinner goes by as normal and Mr. S looks relieved that Miley and I aren't screaming at each other anymore but I think he's still a little wary because he keeps trying to bring up happy topics to keep the conversation going at a good pace. Not that I really mind, but he does let his guard down after a while and leaves Miley and me on cleanup duty while he goes out grocery shopping for breakfast tomorrow.

We finish the dishes quickly because there isn't much to wash when you eat hot dogs with paper plates, and as soon as we're done she races me to her bedroom. It's Friday night, our sleepover night, and although it had a very rough start, that won't change. I'm still sleeping over.

We take our showers quickly because we like to spend as much time as possible together on Sleepover day so it's become a habit, and then we start watching movies. Unfortunately, we're picking from Miley's movie stash and she has the most girliest movies in the world… but I usually don't complain. Out loud. Much.

My mind wanders because I absolutely cannot comprehend what the big deal is between the two main characters, and my gaze also wanders because I absolutely cannot keep watching all the crying and useless arguing going on and I find Miley. She doesn't really look like she's paying much attention, but she keeps watching the screen intently, almost like she's forcing herself.

We're watching our second movie now, and I'm paying even less attention to it and even more to her. I'm thinking back now, back to two and a half hours ago when we were last here on this bed and what we were doing and I can feel my heart racing and my face burning.

I put in the third movie five minutes ago, but I don't know what it's even called. I stare at her out of the corner of my eye, and she doesn't move. My eyes drop and I watch her chest rise up and down. I'm watching her breathing. She's trying to breathe slowly, deeply, and I wonder why.

The credits are running and normally we would be doing something else, picking another movie, reading a magazine, anything. But we're both sitting still; watching the names we don't recognize pass by on the screen, just breathing and blinking and bothered.

And when it's over and the screen is back to the menu, we still don't make any moves.

"Do you want to watch another one?" She breathes out, her gaze still glued to the menu. She moves to put in another DVD, and when she gets back I turn to her because I haven't been watching movies and I don't want to and because it's one in the morning and I can't think straight and because I've been doing nothing but thinking and watching her watch movies, watching her think, watching her breathe.

And I reach out to her. I touch her cheek and for the first time in hours she's leaning into me and I can't help myself anymore and I climb on top of her and when she doesn't protest and just watches me with those dark eyes that I can't read right now, it edges me on even more.

I whisper "No," and I lean down slowly, timidly, scared. I'm scared when my trembling lips touches hers, and when she kisses me back I am terrified, and when she flips us over I can't breathe.

God, I can't breathe.

And you're lying real still but your heartbeat is fast, just like mine

And the movie's long over; that's three that have passed, one more's fine...

I'm trying real hard not to shake, I'm biting my tongue

But I'm feeling alive and with every breathe that I take, I feel like I've won

You're my key to survival

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review and and... I, um, actually don't know if this counts as an M rating... I mean nothing happens, really (I did say the word "sex." GASP). This is like Mr and Mrs Smith, which was a PG13 movie I believe and when I watched it in theaters, I was like "HOLY SHIT they can show this is a PG13 movie?" And of course they didn't actually show anything, but it was so implied and so obvious it was just kind of... haha. And I only mention the movie because I saw it again on TV a week ago and lol, I had the exact same reaction. So yeah, if you think I should bump this up to an M, tell me in a review? (I... might bump it up to an M anyway?) :'D Of course, you should review anyway because reviews are awesome. Much love, see you all next chapter.