You were shocked when it happened and you couldn't have pin-pointed the exact moment it would have happened, but you knew it would happen one day.

That one day was today, of all days. Who it was took you more by surprise, but the more you thought about it the more right it felt.

It seemed like any other day, but you were knocked breathless as he leaned over you and casually pressed his body against yours. Your heart skipped a beat, your body ached with a very familiar need, and you wanted him. You wanted him there, hard against the wall, and you didn't care if the others were there or not.

It was just a casual exchange on his part, but you felt something different this time, a spark, and you craved more.

You tried hard to ignore the other voices around you, but you couldn't deny that you were at a party, a celebration for your friend's wedding. The others joked and laughed, not noticing the reaction your body had to his, the brief flutter of your eyelashes as his hand touched yours, the slightly tinted color to your heated skin.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to fight the urge with everything that you had. This couldn’t be happening to you, not now.

There was no denying it; you were in love with him.

He smiled and turned to her, his girlfriend for the last few years, and you wanted to kill your treacherous heart. She was like a sister to you and now all you wanted to do was to take her boyfriend away and fuck him senseless.

After that brief touch and the revelation it brought, you couldn't keep your eyes off him. You watched his every move and you felt sudden wave of jealousy as he leaned in and kissed her instead of you.

You excused yourself quickly, needing to leave and clear your head. You escaped through the back door and made your way out to the old swing set littering in the backyard.

Your gaze traveled back to the house where the party was taking place and you hoped that just maybe, he would realize your absence and come seek you out. But, it's a foolish thought, you know that she's there taking up his attention. He doesn't need you; he may never see you as you see him.

With a frustrated sigh you sank down onto one of the rusted swings and pouted. You wondered briefly how you might look, a grown man, pouting on a swing. It wasn't a very becoming sight, which made you even more depressed.

You dug the heel of your shoe into the dirt and pushed back, letting the swing rock slightly, and just for a second you felt young and carefree again, even though that's a foolish whim as well. You didn't have a very carefree youth, especially since that fated day that your mother left. Growing up was hard, and the typical high school education you craved also didn't happen as planned. You were enlightened by the existence of aliens, and in fact one of them healed you.

"Hey," a voice called out to you and you simply shrugged in response, the voice was a tad to feminine to be the one you wanted it to be and your heart ached.

"Hey," you managed to reply as you glanced up at her and forced a smile to your face.

"Why did you leave the party?" She questioned and you shrugged once more, not wanting to divulge your dirty little secret. "You've been out here for almost an hour."

You gasped at her statement, frowning slightly as you tried to figure out where the time went.

"Um, Earth to Kyle," she quipped as she waved a hand in front of your eyes and you glanced back up at her, still feeling guilty that you wished her boyfriend had come out instead. "Are you going to come back in?"

"In a bit," you replied quickly as you stomp your feet on the ground, stilling the swinging motion. "Just needed some air all that Max, Liz lovey, dovey stuff can get to be too much."

"See, that's what I thought," she grinned. "Michael, the big lug thought you were bailing on us."

"Why would he think that?" You questioned quickly, wondering if he noticed more then that, your heart beating faster at the thought that he noticed you.

She laughed out loud, her voice echoing in the stillness. "Cause I think he wanted to bail just as bad, you know him mister anti-social."

"Yeah," you agreed, smiling slightly. You wished that you could be anti-social with him.

"Maybe I'll send him back out and keep you company," she chuckled as she turned back toward the house. "Someone needs to keep an eye on you."

You blinked after her, your heart skipping a beat at the thought that he may come out after her. You prayed to Buddha, and then for good measure, to anyone else that might be listening.

You were so concentrated on your own thoughts that you didn't hear him approach, but you felt him.

You sucked in a quick breath and you glanced up at him. Your eyes locked and you immediately wished that you didn't look up.

"Hey," he grunted as he sat down in the swing beside you.

"Hey," you replied quickly, your nerves on edge.

"What's wrong?" He questioned after a slight pause and you closed your eyes, digging your fingers into the chains of your swing.

"Getting in touch with your emotions?" You countered quickly, almost jokingly; you didn't want to talk to him about this, not unless he felt the same for you.

"You feel different," he whispered and you struggled to make out what he said, but once you did your heart skipped a beat.

"Huh?" You muttered as you turned to look at him. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged in response, almost dismissing your comment. "You just feel different," he sighed after another brief pause. "I feel something different."

"How different?" You found yourself asking, hoping against hope that he felt something more for you.

He rubbed his fingers over his brow, like he always did when he's in deep concentration and the fact that you knew this threw you even more for a loop.

"You feel different to me too," you confessed as his gaze snapped up to yours and for a second your heart soars.

"What is it?" He questioned as he shifted in his seat. "Why do I feel tempted to-" his voice trailed off and you groaned in disappointment.

"To what?" You voiced as he suddenly surprised you by leaning over and brushing a quick kiss to your lips. Your eyes snapped shut at the contact and you tried to memorize the feel of it, just in case you couldn't taste his lips again.

He pulled away quickly, almost as if burned, but you can't comprehend any logical thought at this point and you can't help but wish for him to kiss you again.

"I'm sorry," he grunted as he jumped off the swing and started back toward the house.

"Michael," you almost hissed as you ran after him. "Don't go back in."

He paused and glanced over his shoulder at you. "I'm confused."

"I'm not," you replied more confident then you actually felt. You reached out to him and your hand trailed down his back. You grinned as you felt him lean into your touch, he wanted this too.

"Kyle," he sighed and he turned back to you. "I don't know-"

"Don't care," you grumbled as you pulled him into another kiss and you moaned as he eagerly opened up his mouth to you.

This time the kiss was deeper, longer and it only cemented your feelings for him. You gasped as you parted, panting for air. His fingers that once lingered on your arms were now wrapped around you and trailing down your back.

This time he kissed you and you found yourself being pressed up against a tree, the rough bark scratching your skin through the thin t-shirt and you're more turned on then you've ever been in your life.

Your hands grabbed at him, pulling him harder against you. And you practically come when you feel his hard erection digging into your side. "Michael," you growled as he pulled away, looking completely lost.

"This isn't right," he gasped as he took a step back, rubbing his hands against his chest as if he was wiping away what had just happened. "I can't do this," he confessed as he glanced toward the house. "Maria-" he began and you turned your gaze away from him, your heart breaking.

"Fine," you muttered in response, trying to hide the overwhelming need to cry. "If that's what you want", you replied dryly as you touch your swollen, kissed lips.

"Kyle," he snapped as he ran his hands through his hair. "It's not that simple."

"Isn't it?" You challenged, taking a step closer to him. "You either want me or her, you can't have us both."

"Don't make me chose like this," he groaned as you continued to stare at him.

"You already have," you replied dryly, turning away. "Just go back in, be with Maria, and celebrate with the happy couple."

"What about you?" He questioned and you clenched your fists together, determined not to let him realize how you really feel.

"I'm-" you began as you squared your shoulders and attempted to be nonplused about what had just happened, your heart and body screaming at you to beg him to choose you. "I'm going to just retire for the night- I have a big day tomorrow."

"That's bullshit," he practically growled, it surprised you and you couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe he may feel more then he has shown.

"What the fuck do you expect me to do?" You countered. "I don't want to go back in there to see Max and Liz cuddling up- I'm not in the mood. And forgive me if I don't want to go through the agony of seeing you with her." You admitted, shocking yourself in the process.

He simply stared at you in response, his mouth hanging open slightly. "Do you-" He gasped, his fingers running through his hair. "Do you-"

"Do I what?" You questioned, crossing your arms across your chest.

"Do you love me?" He asked his voice almost hopeful and you wanted to scream in response. This was too much, you couldn't do this.

"Guerin, you're full of yourself." You managed to laugh as you turned away from him and probably any chance of being together. "It was just a fucking kiss, I was horny."

"Fuck you," he growled in response and you couldn't help but laugh, oh how you wished.

"That wasn't an option," you snapped. "I want you, Buddha help me, but I do. I want to taste you, I want to touch you, and I want to fuck you." You admitted as you glanced back at him. "But, it seems that you don't."

He blinked at you and then before you can do anything he literally pounced on you, pinning you to the ground. His mouth was on yours, claiming it- his hands burned your skin as he touched you.

You didn't fight him, you wanted this, your body craved this. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire every time your hard erection brushed against his, your arousal spiking to a new dangerous high that you've never experienced before. This was so raw, so real, and so fucking right.

You were so lost in the rhythm and the feeling of your bodies together that you didn't hear her until you heard her exclaim. "Oh, god!"

You pulled away quickly, like two horny kids caught by their parents but this was worse. You glanced up at Maria's shocked expression, and you knew that any second she'd break into full hysterics.

"Maria," you both began at the same time.

"It's about time," she grinned and you stared at her in confusion as you gasped in response, paying no head to how he was reacting. "God, you two have been driving me insane, did you want me to leave? You two just really need to fuck and get this sexual tension out-" she continued as you looked blankly over at him. "Ah, damn it, Liz won the bet; her powers are a tad freaky." She took a deep breath and glanced over both of us. "Um, Michael it's been grand and all, but I think you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't at least give this a shot- heaven's know you both have wanted this for years now."

"We did?" You questioned as she laughed once more, shaking her head in reply as she turned to leave.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she chuckled and started to walk away. You glanced over at Michael's dazed expression and then smiled at you.

Your heart skipped a beat at the grand smile, for you know it's rare when he does and this time it was for you.

"So," he chuckled as he shook his head, clearly still trying to process what had just transpired.

They knew- they all knew that you loved him. "Would have been nice if they had said something sooner," you commented and laughed at how ludicrous that sounded.

"I wonder what the bet was," he mused as he reached out and touched your arm.

You didn't care; all you wanted was to finish what you had started. "Guess it doesn't matter, we still win."

He cocked his eyebrow up slightly and then laughed, "yeah." He smiled at you once more, and you felt even weaker at the knees. How could you have denied yourself this for so long?

He leaned in and brushed a soft kiss against your lips, the touch brief and electric. It felt more carefree and relaxed then any of the previous kisses. It had promise of more to come- and for once you let yourself believe that your fleeting of a dream together just might come true.