HOLY SHIT! SHE'S NOT DEAD!

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MPOV

"Hey, Uncle Brown," Shane greeted his uncle cheerfully as I stood in the doorway and tried to be unobtrusive.

"Afternoon, Shane." He eyed him sceptically, probably wondering why Shane was being so upbeat and cheerful. Brown sat down on a comfy looking chair, and Shane followed suite.

"I… I have a tiny favour to ask you," Shane said, turning his head and grinning reassuringly at me. Brown looked at Shane for a second before turning his gaze to me.

"Mitchie, come sit down, love. There are plenty of chairs for everyone." He smiled a warm smile and gestured to the chair next to Shane.

"Uh, thanks," I mumbled and limped my way over to the chair, falling into it softly. I was still nervous about my plan, but Shane seemed so vehemently for it, that I couldn't help but trust him. I played with my bangs nervously and I heard Shane chuckle.

"So what can I do for you kids?" Brown asked cheerfully, his eyes looking between Shane and I.

"Mitchie had a really great idea, and we just wanted to run it by you and see what you thought of it," Shane hedged.

"Go on," Brown said, looking curious. Shane leant over to me and whispered in my ear.

"Mitchie, this is all you now. Trust me; he's going to love this idea." He gave my hand a quick squeeze and straightened up in his chair again. I looked shyly up at Brown who was watching me with kind eyes and a kind smile. Seriously – with family like him, I don't understand how Shane had let his head get so big.

"Shane and I wanted to know if we could possibly perform a song at Final Jam," I smiled shyly up at him. "Please," I tacked onto the end quickly. Brown looked at me for a second and that was all it took for my mind to go into overdrive. "Oh, but of course we don't want to be judged or anything, it's just that I thought… oh never mind. It's a stupid idea anyway."

"Mitchie, calm down, love. So what you're saying is that you and Shane want to perform a song at Final Jam?" He smiled warmly. I nodded and Shane grinned. "I think it's a fantastic idea. First of all, since some press will be there it'll be good to get Shane the good kind of attention," he looked pointedly at Shane who looked guiltily to the floor. I smiled. "And secondly, it'll be a nice way to finish the show; something a bit different."

"Thanks, Brown. See, Mitch? Told you so," Shane poked his tongue out at me and I relaxed into the chair. I can't believe I doubted him. I would trust him with my life.

"So what were you two thinking of singing?" Brown asked, leaning back in his chair and pushing his fingertips together.

"Na-uhh. It's a secret," Shane taunted, standing up and offering his hand to me. Brown just chuckled. "Come on, Mitchie, let's get started." I grabbed his hand and he pulled me out of my seat.

"Thank you, Brown," I smiled at him sincerely and he grinned a massive grin.

"No, no, love, it's my pleasure. I can't wait to see what you two can cook up."

"Thanks, Brownie," Shane called over his shoulder as we walked out of his office.

"Babe, you should trust me more often," Shane teased as the door shut behind him.

"I thought it was a stupid idea," I protested weakly.

"Lies. Nothing you say could ever be stupid," Shane replied.

"Ugh, you're such a suck up sometimes, Gray." I rolled my eyes playfully as he looked mock offended.

"Hey! A million girls all over the planet would kill to have me sucking up to them,"

"Well, good thing I'm not one of them," I teased.

He scoffed and put a hand over his heart. "Ouch, babe."

"Ahh, there's that big head of yours," I teased again.

"Naw, Mitch. You know I'm joking." He scrunched his face and gave me the most adorably cute smile that made my heart melt and my knee's weak.

"I know. But lucky that big head of yours is so goddamn handsome…"

"Well, what can I say?" He shrugged casually, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"That you love me,"

"But you already know that,"

"I know. But I want to hear you say it again,"

"I love you,"

I leant up and planted a soft kiss on his mouth. "I love you too." He grinned into my mouth and ran his tongue lightly across my bottom lip. I pulled away from him slightly. "Come on, pop star, time to work on our song." I gave him one more little kiss before pulling away and intertwining my hand with his.

"Rock star," he corrected me, his eyes still glazed from the kiss. I chuckled and it broke his concentration. "Alright, my cabin, let's go." He slung his arm around my back and his hand rested on my hip, steering me towards his cabin.

We chatted lightly as we walked across the grass. Our hands felt so natural so be linked it was hard to imagine life before this. I'd only known Shane for a little bit, but already I knew that I never wanted to live without him in my life.

Shane was chattering away about something as I was absorbed in my own thoughts. It was weird how Shane had brought out different facets of my personality in this short time. I've always been shy and quiet and I've never liked the spotlight, but now, spending time with Shane, it seems I'm slowly getting used to it.

Another thing is that I've never really been confident about my voice. Mom always raves on about how special it is, but she has to say that, she's my Mom. After singing for Shane, though, and seeing the look on his face afterwards, it just made me think that I could perhaps come out of my shell a bit. He was so supportive and caring – it was amazing to think that things got so out of hand with him.

And then, on the other side, I like to think that I've helped Shane out too. I mean to say, that everyone has noticed the difference. Hopefully, when camp is over, and Shane is back in the public eye, he won't forget who he is. And, if he'll let me, I'll always be right there for him to remind him.

I stumbled ungraciously up the steps to the cabin as we got to them, and Shane just shook his head at me pitifully. I made a face at him and he chuckled before showing me inside.

I'd never been inside Shane's cabin, but it was laid out exactly like mine was, so it didn't take me long to skip ahead of him and into his room. I pushed the door open (somewhat excitedly) and went in, settling myself on his bed.

The smell of Shane immediately wafted around me and I briefly considered stealing all his sheets and putting them on my bed. Shane walked through the door a couple of seconds after me and eyed me appreciatively lying on his bed.

"Now that's something I could get used to," he raised his eyebrows at me. His eyes travelled down my body appraisingly and I shifted in my place to give him a better view.

"Mmm? What's that?" I feigned innocence, pressing my lips together and lightly tracing circles on my upper thigh.

"You in my bed," he growled playfully. He shut the door behind him and flicked the lock – his eyes never leaving me. I raised an eyebrow at his actions and he stalked towards me like a lion stalking its prey.

I giggled as he pounced on me, his hands catching my wrists and pinning them above my head. I wrapped my legs around his body. He brought his face close to mine, staring intently into my eyes.

"What are you going to do now, Mr. Gray?" I challenged him, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled.

"This," he stated and crashed his lips against my own. I squirmed, delighted, underneath him and he let out a guttural moan into my mouth. His tongue ran itself over my bottom lip, begging entrance into my mouth. I obliged and opened it slightly, his tongue darting in and exploring.

As his tongue lightly massaged mine, he let go of my wrists for a split second, before grabbing both of them again lithely in one hand. His now free hand slowly traced its way down my arm; his feather-light touch giving me goose bumps. Shane knew exactly what he was going, and my god, was he good at it.

His hand brushed ever-so-lightly over my neck before continuing its way south and resting firmly on my breast. He kneaded and massaged gently as I tried to squirm my arms out of his grasp so I could wrap them around him. His grasp on my wrists only tightened and I just gave up at trying to get free. I think he felt my submission because he chuckled into my mouth.

His hand, somewhat reluctantly, left my breast and continued down my body, resting at the hem of my shirt. I wriggled down slightly, causing his hand and the hem of my shirt to ride up my body. Shane took the hint and quickly tugged it off the rest of the way, letting my wrists go for a second to pull it off completely.

With his left hand still holding my wrists, his right hand skilfully worked the clasp on my lacy blue bra while my back arched under his touch. He undid it in a couple of seconds, and threw it to the floor, joining my shirt.

"Shane," I breathed out, trying desperately to free my hands from his grasp so I could undress him. He merely chuckled in response and pulled his head back, just looking at me.

His eyes roamed all over my now naked chest, and a small smile appeared on his face. "Fuck," he breathed out, before swooping his head down and attaching his mouth to my breast, nipping it gently and swirling his tongue in circles. Every so often he would graze his tongue over my nipple and I would jerk upwards into his waiting mouth.

"Shane, I swear to God if you don't let my hands go right now…" I didn't have time to finish my threat before he was up next to my ear.

"And if I let go of your hands," he breathed into my ear, "what do you plan on doing with them?"

"Shaaaane," I whined in embarrassment.

"Nuh-uh, Mitchie, I want to know a good reason why I should let them go." He flicked his tongue out and tickled my earlobe, before catching it in his teeth and nibbling softly.

"I want to touch you. I want to slide my hands all over you. I want to feel your warmth under my fingertips. I want to drag my nails down your arms and make you groan," I listed, trying to keep coherent thoughts when he was distracting me quite sufficiently.

"Ohh, baby, I love it when you speak like that," Shane breathed into my ear, wriggling deliciously on top of me. I could feel his hard on through his jeans as it pressed against my leg.

Shane's hand let go of my wrists and he slid it down my now free arm, coming to rest on my face and cupping my chin lightly. His head moved from my ear and attacked my lips hungrily. My teeth caught his bottom lip and I pulled on it softly, before taking it into my mouth and sucking it.

He let out a burst of breath and opened his eyes to stare straight into mine. I was stunned for a moment, as the chocolate brown orbs gazed intently at me, showing me every emotion that was passing through his head. Love, lust, compassion, protection – it was all there, laid out for me to see. And I was lost to him.

I roughly tugged his shirt, bringing it up over his head and messing his hair in the sexiest way. My eyes trailed down from his smirking face to his rock hard chest and stomach, causing me to groan in lust.

'Seriously, is there anything this boy ISN'T amazing at?'

As I was sufficiently distracted, Shane had undone the bottom and unzipped the fly of my black jeans. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged them down my legs. I watched his eyes trace every curve of my legs, and he licked his lips. Without glancing away from my legs, he threw the pants to the floor, and lightly kissed his way up my calves.

Before he could get further than my knee, though, I moved them from his grasp and wrapped them around his waist.

"If my pants are off, I expect you to be the same, Mr. Gray," I raised an eyebrow at him and pulled him closer to me with my legs. I reached between us and grabbed the waist of his pants, quickly flicking the button open and unzipping the fly.

I tucked my forefingers into his pants and swiftly tugged them down as far as my arms would reach. Realising this would only get me as far as his mid thigh, Shane noticed and quickly jumped up, letting his pants fall to the floor in the process.

Embarrassingly enough, I gasped at the sight of his bulge that was straining against his white boxer briefs.

'White! The boy wears white underwear! Heaven…'

"Come join me," I grinned at him, stroking the covers beside me. Shane's face looked as though I'd just offered him a free lifetime membership card to Disneyland… or, you know, sex.

SPOV

I cleared my throat and jumped back into bed where my angel was waiting for me. I swear, I could wake up to this sight every morning.

I placed one knee on the side of the bed, before swinging the other one over the top of her body so I was straddling her. She bit her lip coyly and her cheeks flushed with red. It took everything I had in me to stop myself from rushing this.

I grabbed the edge of the covers from underneath her and tugged them down. Her back arched out of the way, and her soft breasts pressed against my chest. I could feel my eyes glaze and I tried to concentrate on the task at hand.

"You like that, hey, Shane?" Mitchie giggled, pressing herself closer to me now. I blinked at her a couple of times and she burst out laughing. "Shane Gray; speechless. Who would have thought it?" she teased.

Her delicious pink lips were turned up in a smile and I just couldn't help myself. I leant down and devoured it hungrily – Mitchie kissing me back in the same passion. They were fiery, sex-fuelled kisses and it was hard to keep myself in check as this beautiful angel below me wiggled deliciously with pleasure.

I grabbed the comforter and brought it up over the top of us. Slowly, I trailed my hands down her smooth skin and they came to rest on her hips, lightly snapping the waistband of her panties against her skin.

She giggled her adorable little giggle and ran her finger down my nose.

"Not the best way to get into my pants, Gray," she winked at me. Growling playfully at her, and in one swift movement, I tugged them down her thin legs, making her gasp in surprise.

She composed herself quickly. "Much better," she winked before wiggling out of them completely.

MPOV

Shane trailed one hand down, brushing lightly across my hipbones before I could feel him slowly inching down further. He caught my lips in a kiss before shoving one long finger inside me. I gasped into his mouth as his finger moved in and out; mimicking the sex act.

I ground my hips against his palm, hoping to create some friction. He moved his mouth to place kisses all over my neck and collarbone as he slowly started to press another finger in.

I let out a deep breath I didn't even know I was holding and arched my back up.

"Shane, please, stop… Stop teasing. I… I need you," I panted, looking up at him pleadingly.

"You need me to do what?" he teased, nibbling up and down my ear.

"Godammit, Shane. I need you to fuck me. I… need you to fuck me. Please," I almost begged.

SPOV

"I can certainly oblige with that, baby girl," I chuckled, before pulling my fingers out. I positioned myself at her entrance, and with one last longing look from her, I pushed inwards.

"Oh! Fuck, Shane! That feels so good. Keep going!" she moaned from underneath me, her eyes closed as she concentrated on her pleasure. I slowly pulled out of her before thrusting back in, falling into a steady rhythm.

I clenched my eyes tight and thought about everything under the sun that would help me last longer. It was a feat, especially when her muscles tensed around my every time I slammed home. I was going to make sure that she would come first; that's the gentlemanly thing to do, right?

"Shane, I can't… much longer…" she moaned breathily, biting her lip and throwing her head back.

"Come for me, baby girl. I want to feel you tense around me and make me come," I growled into her ear. It was enough to tip her over the edge as a stream of profanities left her mouth. I loved when she turned her gutter mouth on, and right now was no exception.

I thrust into her one more time and it was enough to make me join her. I buried my face in her shoulder and tried to be as quiet as I could just so I could hear her.

I rolled off the top of her and laid down, facing her – our bodies still connected.

"One day when we're out of this place I'll take you on the real date you deserve," I smiled, kissing her forehead. She looked down to where we were still joined and giggled.

"Don't people normally get to this stage after the dates?"

I shrugged. "I suppose so. But we're not normal."

"Mm, so true," she smiled. "Baby, I'm going to go have a shower and clean up a little, then we can get to work on that song." She kissed my lips lightly before slipping out of the bed and towards the bathroom. I watched her ass sway slightly as she walked off to my bathroom.

Slipping out of bed to find my clothes and put them back on, I saw hers scattered everywhere. I could hear the shower was on, but I picked her clothes up and knocked on the door.

'No answer… She musn't be able to hear me.'

I slowly pushed open the door to reveal her standing behind the clear glass door, shampooing her hair.

"Sorry, love, for barging in, but I thought I'd bring your clothes in for you," I said to her, putting them on top of the counter.

"Thanks, baby," she said, turning her head and winking at me. It took everything I had in me not to strip down again and jump in with her, but I knew she just wanted a bit of time to herself right now, so I quietly slipped out and shut the door behind me.

I walked over and grabbed my acoustic from its holder before sitting on the floor leaning against my bed. I strummed a few chords and thought about how we were going to do this.

MPOV

After my lovely refreshing shower, I dressed in the clothes that Shane had so kindly brought in for me. I continued towel drying my hair as I walked out into his room, spotting him sitting against his bed strumming his guitar.

He heard the door open and turned to smile at me, his brilliant white teeth glinting at me.

"I have an idea," he smiled as I sat down next to him.

"What's that?" I asked him, tilting my head to the side and running my fingers through my hair like a comb.

"Just start singing," he instructed me as he started playing the opening chords of my song.

I looked at him weirdly but he just nodded.

I've always been the kind of girl
That hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I've got to say
But I have this dream
Right inside of me
I'm gonna let it show, it's time
To let you know
To let you know

This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

Do you know what it's like
To feel so in the dark
To dream about a life
Where you're the shining star
Even though it seems
Like it's too far away
I have to believe in myself
It's the only way

This is real, This is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

I paused, as I usually do at this part, and his chords changed slightly. Before I could ask; he started singing.

You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you, I gotta find you
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you, I gotta find you

I realised where this was heading, and joined in for the last part.

This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me (This is me)
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

We finished the song as he let the guitar chord fade away.

"What do you think?" he asked, smiling.

"I love it," I assured him.

"And so do I. Brown will too. This is going to be excellent," he said excitedly.

Honestly though, if I went back in time and told myself that one day I'd be singing a duet with Shane Gray, I'd slap myself. Now that it was actually happening, I couldn't contain myself and just burst out laughing.

Shane looked at me incredulously before submitting to his own fit of laughter.

"What are we laughing about?" he asked, in between fits. I merely shrugged. He shook his head at me and put his guitar to the side, grabbing me around the waist and tickling me.

"Ahem!" we heard in the doorway, and we both sat bolt upright looking at the intruder.

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