Brynn and Mick were snuggling in his messy bed, sheets tangled and all over the place.  Their clothes were thrown carelessly on the floor; neither of them was concerned with being dressed. 

"What are we doing?" asked Brynn, practically giggling.  She was lying in bed next to someone that used to make her sick to her stomach, but honestly, she really did have a thing for him.

            "Didn't your parents ever tell you about the birds and bees?" asked Mick raising his eyebrows.

            Brynn couldn't help but giggle again.  "You know what I mean," she said curling her eyes up at him.  "I mean, how long have you wanted to do this."

            It was Mick's turn to laugh like an idiot.  "Um," Mick began nervously, "since sixth grade, that day when you entered the dancing contest and won, but I've liked you since I've met you."

            "Shut up," Brynn said playfully punching him in the arm.  "You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?"

            "Yeah, I do," Mick said beginning to bite her neck.

            "That hurts!" she yelped.

            "But didn't you like it?"

            "Yes," she said, her voice full of defeat.

            "Then be quiet," he said stressing on each syllable.

            "You didn't seem to mind me being loud last night," Brynn said with a mocking sense of seduction.