Ten Moments with Ash and Mary-Lynette

Disclaimer: I don't won Night World.

REWRITTEN.
WARNING: This is the last chapter for this story; and Mary-Lynette could be a little… OOC.

"Maaaare!" Mark called from next door.

"What?" Mary-Lynette yelled when she strode up to her wall.

"Can you get me some food?" His yell-request was faint in her ears, but she heard it nonetheless.

"No! Go get it yourself!" Mare banged her fist on the wall as she yelled back.

Mark sighed, loudly, and yelled, "Nevermind! I'm not hungry!"

The brunette-haired girl heard a snicker behind her and was surprised that Ash got in her room. Again.

"Give him a break, Mare," The blond vampire said as he held out his arms.

Mary-Lynette laughed, and walked up to her soulmate. She opened her arms and launched at Ash.

"How come you always get in my room?" Mare asked, brushing her lips to his cheek.

"Vampire, remember?" Ash murmured while mingling his hand with her hair.

His brunette beauty laughed and nodded, kissing his temples and eyes, "How could I forget?"

Ash shrugged and pulled her closer. Looking around the room, it looked like his one & only got nothing to do (Ugh. BORING.)… though an idea popped (once again) in his mind—about them involving some physical contact…

"I've got an idea of what we can do," Ash whispered as his hand traced her collar bone.

Mare stopped playing with his other hand and looked curiously at her blond boyfriend, "And does this 'idea' of yours consist of us doing some—no a lot—of physical touching?"

He pressed his lips against her forehead, "Probably…"

"Ash—" Mary-Lynette started, attempting to get out of his hold—though she doesn't really want to (she's just afraid to lose control 'cause they might… you know… boink each other)

Ash showed an expression of… need… shame… love… hurt… ? He's thinking that she rejected him? Ash uncoiled himself from Mary-Lynette and looked down.

"I'm… sorry," He wouldn't look her in the eye, he just held one of her hands in his own.

Mary-Lynette was quiet. She doesn't know what to say, what to feel. But of course, she'd forgive him.

"I'm sorry," He said it again—with much ease this time.

Mare was watching intently, raw feelings finally coming up to the surface.

"I'm sorry if—" he paused, "—I forced you to… when you didn't want to… It's just—just hard to—"

She gripped his face between her hands (so she could look at him properly…and maybe more…), "Look at me."

Ash avoided looking in her endless, blue eyes. Shame practically bubbling in him.

"Look at me," Mare repeated, with a pleading tone at the edge.

He closed his eyes, opened them after a moment, and swallowed the next words that he wanted to say. Or rather, she swallowed the next words that he wanted to say. Because, once Ash turned his gaze towards her eyes, she attacked.

Mary-Lynette kissed him hard and fierce, whispering his name over and over again.

Ash tried not to give in—which is a very hard thing to do, since she is just so irresistible (A/N: For you, but for us—other Ash Redfern fanatics—you're the one who's irresistible… XD)!

Mary-Lynette pressed her body—harder—onto Ash until she heard him groan.

Mark heard something.. a groan? From who? Ash? That's impos—he shook his head. Nothing's impossible now. His girlfriend's a vampire. His sister's boyfriend—don't forget soulmate—is also a vampire. So, there's absolutely, positively no way that anything's impossible. Another groan. Or was it a—oh no—a moan? From—Mark strained his ears to get a better hearing—from… Ash.

Mark walked (silently) to his wall that separates his and Mare's bedroom. They're making out, he realized. If they are going to do 'it' tonight, there is no way he's going to let them. I mean, come on! They're not even married! Well, not yet, anyway.

No way is that going to happen when I'm here, Mark thought.

There is just no way.

"Mare…" Ash's breath was hot against her neck.

Her hand was (still) somewhere (roaming) on his well-built upper body—and by the way… he's so hot when he's shirtless!

Ash have got to stop. He might lose control any second now. Obviously, Mare already lost hers a couple of minutes ago, but that makes her even more… sexy, in a way…

He let the thought trail off as Mare nipped at his chest. Oh Gracious…

"Mare… " he tried again, somehow he was trying to look for his shirt—in case of emergencies (and that means her dad… or Mark…)—and soon found out that it was somewhere with Mary-Lynette's shirt…

Mary-Lynette couldn't hold herself… couldn't control herself any longer. She wanted him so badly. And oh God… when he says her name… oh…

Ash clutched her shoulder, gently—as if trying to wake her up from some kind of dream—and shook her, "Mare. We've got to stop. And I mean it, sweetheart."

Even the nickname didn't seem to have any effect on her. Now, this is serious.

Mare shrugged his hands off—and apparently, she accidentally shrugged off her bra strap (A/N: O_O). Ash's eyes widened, and couldn't seem to take off his eyes off of Mare's bare shoulder.

When Ash was about to place her bra strap in place… something happened.

That's where it happened.

"Mare! I know you're with—" Mark faltered and gaped.

Mare looked dazed. Not really processing what had just happened.

Mark glared at Ash. Then to Ash's innocent hand (the one that is almost to Mare's bra strap).

Ash looked at Mark. Then to Mare. And more importantly, to his hand.

Silence. Then…

"It's not what you think!" Ash exclaimed, waving his hands in front of his shocked face.

And at the same time, "Ash! What are you doing?"

And of course… "Mark! Why are you in here?"

They all started exclaiming. Word per word (?). Sentence per sentence (?).

"It's not what you think!" Ash repeated, for some reason, the Carter siblings came to a halt in their exclamations.

Mark made sweeping at Ash, "We'll talk about this tomorrow."

Mary-Lynette gave Mark a fierce glare and looked back at Ash, "I'll see you tomorrow…?

"You'll always see me, anyway," Ash winked—back to his old self.

"No more breaking in tonight, Ash." Mark ordered in a stern voice.

Ash grinned, "Fine. I decided that I'm tired—for now."

"Ash?" Mary-Lynette asked, quietly.

He turned around and smirked at Mare, "How could I forget."

Ash reached down and was an inch away from kissing her when—

"And no more of that, too," Mark said, pointing at their lips.

"Now, go," he made sweeping gestures again and waited for Ash to disappear from Mare's room.

Ash smiled, "Good night, sweetie—" he paused and looked at Mark, "—and to you, Mark."

Then he slid the window open, and jumped out. Mary-Lynette sighed dreamily, and took one of her pillow in her hands—and threw it at Mark.

"Good night Mark!" she yelled as Mark slammed her door.

"Whatever!" Mark shouted as he slammed his door.

Mare grinned and snuggled comfortably in her bed.

I'll definitely consider Ash's ideas next time…

~Fin~