A/N: So, I decided since you all wanted it so much that I would give you a small taste. Here's some much needed/wanted Jake and Cassie love. I hope you enjoy it. Please keep reading and reviewing.

"Are you sure," Jake asked, brushing her hair behind her ear.

He leaned closer to catch a glimpse into her eyes but she was hiding from him and that was the last thing he wanted. Moving forward, he brushed a kiss into her hair and forced himself to tear away from her embrace. There was no way he could take advantage of her and that's exactly what he would be doing in her current state.

Jake didn't know why, but from the very beginning he had loved her. He had denied it at first because at the time she was the very thing he hated; he thought her magic and her bloodline evil and responsible for everything that had happened to his family, especially since Nick had been killed. Still, there was something in her smile and her touch that soothed his anger and roused his own chivalrous, thoughtful, protective manor. Cassie Blake made him a better man though he didn't delude himself into thinking he offered her anything that came close in comparison. What he did offer was complete, blind faith and trust. Love not being the least of all because it was all he had to give.

Cassie grabbed his hand before Jake even had the chance to take two steps away. Looking into her eyes, the blond saw something different that hadn't been there before, or rather what wasn't there now.

Standing, the bold determination she felt to know; to love him replaced the feelings she had held so dearly for Adam. Cassie didn't understand why fate had been so cruel as to make for her a perfect mate and then decree that they could never be together, but somewhere along the lines as the Blakes and Conants struggled with the weight of the curse, destiny had lead her down another path.

Cassie hadn't always treated Jake with the unwavering faith that she had put in Adam but she had always felt that he could be trusted, if not to do what was right than to protect her at the very least. Bringing his hand to her cheek, she gazed into his eyes and pressed a soft, seductive kiss to his palm. There had been no choice but to give her love to Adam and to then find her heart broken. He had taken with him the largest piece, but the choice Cassie was making now was 100% hers to trust Jake to guard the remaining pieces she clung to so closely.

Using his other hand to tilt her chin up, Jake slowly descended to her lips and let his fingers dive into her hair. It was tender and loving but most of all it was free to be exactly what it was; a boy kissing a girl. There was no supernatural influence or forces to link them together or to tear them apart. It was free will.

That will turned that simplistic, sensual kiss into a hot, torrid fire of passion as Cassie buried her hurt and fury and Jake summoned more love than Cassie knew was still in her heart. Being with him here, like this, finally made her realize that she was more than the love she had given away. Cassie was also the love she gave and received to all of her friends and family.

Jake trailed his lips down to her neck, marking her with his kisses and sending shivers up her spine. Now she knew why people created the vampire fantasy; as his tongue flicked across her flesh, his hands pressed into her back which arched into his own perfect form, Cassie felt as if she was being emptied into him. Jake was drawing everything from her and it was sexy and fulfilling and in that moment if he had sported fangs and tried to bleed her dry she would have been more than happy to give herself up to him willingly.

Her reaction to him was so strong that she held him there with her nails dug into his flesh right between his shoulder blades. Intoxicated by her reaction, he ripped his shirt over his head and reached for hers. "Are you sure," he asked again.

Cassie bit her lip and nodded, hooking her fingers into his belt and pulling him close enough to feel his arousal and a moan crept past her lips. Kissing him, she freed him of his pants and then rid herself of her own and was surprised when he picked her up bridal style and carried her upstairs to the only renovated bedroom in the abandoned house.

It was the bed where he had slept off the symptoms of the curse after she and Adam had made love for the only time. Her father, who owned the house, had decided that since he would be in town for an unforeseeable period of time that it should be returned to its former glory. One day this house would be hers and she connected with it just as much as her Grandma Jane's home.

They made love in that bed both the first and last time they had been together; their son had been conceived in that bed…

Nick led Grey into the abandoned house. By the time they got there the brew he had imbibed had taken affect, and the younger boy was blitzed out of his mind.

Nick laughed. You think Karma's a bitch, he thought, but she has nothing on Margaux Conant.

Loading Grey into a chair, Nick moved over to Maggie's secret stash/bar and mixed up another drink for his buddy. Grey was gonna need another drink for what they were about to endure.

"Adam is Grey's—"

"Father," Melissa muttered as her friend repeated the original sentence that was the source for her shock. Turning away, she muttered a curse and pushed her hand through her hair before facing her friend again. "Who else knows about this?"

Diana grimaced and Melissa became suspicious. Walking up to her, she repeated the question. "Diana, who else knows about this other than me," she said more forcefully.

"Well, maybe Cassie," the other woman said.

"That's not so bad," Melissa said. "I mean, you two are best friends and you're practically sisters. Better sisters than Cassie and Faye make," she added.

Again, she caught the quick flash that disappeared from Diana's face as quickly as it had appeared. Her friend was hiding more from her. "Cassie's not the only one, is she?"

"I might have had to have told Faye about it," Diana said bracing for impact. She was shocked to see Melissa throw herself backwards into the computer chair. "Are you okay?"

"How long have they known?" Melissa finally looked Diana in the eyes. "The whole time?"

Diana's eyes swelled with tears and her breathing became shaky. Nodding, her breath hitched and she struggled to gain her composure. "I'm sorry. We had to use a spell in order to be able to hide his paternity; a deception spell," she explained, "so that Adam would never find out."

"And because the circle was bound," Melissa said more for herself than her friend, "you needed other witches for it to work. And since it was a deception spell you needed to keep it balanced, which means no more than three members of the circle and no less could know. Half of us had to be in the light and the rest in the dark."

"I'm sorry," Diana whispered. "But I couldn't risk Adam knowing."

Melissa was strangely calm and detached. "Why Faye? I mean, I understand Cassie, but why not me or Jake?"

"Well, Cassie had her own secret to hide so we couldn't use Jake and Faye's magic is strong. Almost as strong as Cassie's."

"What do you mean, Cassie had her own secret? Diana, what aren't you telling me?"

Celeste and Mark met Phoebe at the high school for the fall festival event they had all volunteered to do. Grey was supposed to pick them up but he hadn't shown up or called any of them to let them know that he wasn't going to be able to make it so they were running late.

Celeste had to admit that she liked Chance Harbor. It wasn't her home; that would always be Long Island with her mom but finally getting the chance to get to know the rest of her family and the circle was surprisingly nice—with the exception of Margaux—and she was glad that her mom would be visiting in the next couple of months.

The blonde liked the old fashioned traditions the town kept and so when Phoebe had asked her to volunteer for the fall festival committee she had agreed. It was a whole social season of hay rides and haunted houses, apple picking and crafts, something she didn't do a whole lot back home.

Tonight was a craft night, and Celeste could see Chance Harbor's magical roots as the volunteers taught the community how to make totems and poppets using local plant life and herbs and spices. Celeste was showing a group of middle schoolers how to make women out of corn husks as a symbol for wisdom.

Afterwards, Celeste moved to the snack table and poured herself a cup of hot apple cider where Mark and Phoebe stood awkwardly not saying a word to each other. "Could you guys pretend to get along for two minutes? I feel like I'm sinking with the titanic," she said, "since you're being so glacial to one another."

She had barely caught the exchange between them when the gym doors suddenly slammed shut and Greyson came stalking toward them.

"Hey, Grey. You're a little late—"

Grey pulled her into his arms and kissed her, leaving a strange herbal taste in her mouth. Phoebe and Mark just looked stunned and then Mark was lying flat on his ass; Grey had stopped kissing her to turn and punch him directly in the middle of his face, while Celeste's eyes remained closed as she gloried in the kiss that had ended too shortly.

Phoebe let out a gasp and fell over Mark to make sure that he wasn't hurt too badly. "Grey! What the hell is wrong with you," she exploded at him.

The entire room was watching and waiting to see what was going to happen. Well, they didn't have to wait long because Grey was in the mood for revenge and a show.

"What the hell is wrong with me," he laughed and turned to face the audience. "Maybe it's the fact that my best friend and whore of a girlfriend are fucking each other behind my back," he yelled and the audience gasped at all the right parts.

"Who needs enemies with friends like you," Grey's voice boomed right before he left the same way he appeared.

Phoebe could hear all of the whispers and accusations muttered throughout the room, but none of it was as bad as what happened next.

"You three," a loud voice barked. "My office now," she said and Diana stormed out of the cafeteria while Melissa looked at her daughter with an unforgiving face before following her friend.

Celeste helped her cousin off the floor and Mark ushered Phoebe to the Principal's office. While he tried to console her he noticed that her eyes were on everyone else in the room, even though she was the only one he was concerned about. For the first time during this whole thing started, Mark had the feeling that he had made a giant mistake.

Cassie ran her fingers through Jake's hair ever so gently. They had made love twice and both times had been absolutely perfect. She was glad that their on-again off-again relationship had finally been solidified into something more permanent, though Cassie knew the blame lied with her for it taking so long.

It had been two years since she had taken the elixir with Adam, and while Jake had been there to comfort her the blonde hadn't exactly been open to his advances while she was being forced to love Adam from afar, knowing that he would never love her again.

Still, he had worn her down time and again, the only obstacle being herself. Now she was done running to him only to push him away. It wasn't as if Jake hadn't proved his devotion to her, because he wouldn't have put up with so much if he didn't love her. And that was why she loved him; because Jake would never allow magic to come between them. Cassie had 100% faith that no matter what happened, Jake would find a way back to her.