Auther: MagnusXXN Disclaimer: I don't own Btvs nor do I own Angel, I'm pretty sure a sadist by the name Joss owns them. Charmed belongs to.....someone, he had a weird name, kinda girly. But be asured, I own nothing. You'd get more money from sueing a hobo. NC-17 Sunrise in San Francisco. Piper awake a few minutes before sun up, she felt full and sore and 'oh my god someone's 'inside' me'. Panicked, the dark haired beauties eyes flew open half expected to see that bastard ex of hers. Only to shift her gaze downward, to meet dark locks and a young man sleeping soundlessly, face pressed gently against her neck. She blushed crimson as the events from the night before returned to her. It had never been like that before. In all her years, since she first went out on a date at 16, Piper Halliwell had never done anything like that before. Sure, she'd had sex. She'd lost her virginity in the back of a station wagon at 19. But last night had been so intense, so alive. They'd argued, and insulted one another, and then came to her house and rutted like wild animals. Her blush only increased as her sleeping parker moved in his sleep, his hips shifting forward. The Charmed one bit her lip; it was all she could do to stop herself from moaning. Xander had fallen asleep sheathed within her, and now he was suffering from morning wood, "Jesus....." She said with a sigh, being able to feel him throbbing within her. I could really get used to waking up like this, Piper thought to herself. It had never been this way with Leo, who was gone only a few minutes after waking up their first time, always seeming to have something better to do then simply lie in bed with her. Ignoring her headache from the large amounts of liquor she'd imbibed the night before, the dark haired beauty opened her legs wider so they she could wrap them around Xander's sleeping waist. With the care a brain surgeon would take with her patient, she carefully rolled him away from her and on his back, never once breaking the contact between them that they shared. Smirking darkly down at her oblivious lover, Piper ever so slowly rocked herself back and forward, riding his rock hard member. The night before Xander had been pounding away inside, as she asked him too, but now....she wanted to take things slow. Leaning down as she continued her sexual adventure, she placed a kiss on 'sleeping beauties' face. And just like the fable, he awoke. ****** The dark haired Scooby's whole body as alive and excited, the night before the single thing on the forefront of his mind, only to awake to find it all true, and not some wild erotic dream. And that 'someone' had more or less started without him. Smirking as only a male can in a situation like this he spoke first, "Aww...so you don't want me for my mind. I feel so cheap," was his sarcastic comment. Caught red handed, but Piper refused to blush this time. After all, they'd had sex, they'd insulted one another, hell he'd ejaculated all over her face. The point of embarrassment was long past. "Ah, well as far as dates go, a couple glasses of tequila and you're in my bedroom. Yeah, you are kinda cheap." She replied, while grinning down at him from her 'erect' position. Biting back a moan as Piper continued her sweet torture, Xander wonder now in the day light hours if things were still good between them. A drunken one-night stand could be forgiven, but he'd stayed the night. And she let him. That meant something, right? Not that her lover was awake, the lone Halliwell sister picked up the pace, thrusting herself with more force against his hard cock. Groaning from her actions, he quickly mirrored her pace, thrusting upward as she came down. Pushing himself deeper within her with each move. His hands were not idle either, roaming upwards across her tone belly to reach her breasts. Xander squeezed her fleshy mounds firmly, and with a pleasant moan Piper leaned towards him so he could get a better grip. "That's it, just like that. Play with my nipples." She begged, her eyes closed now lost in the sensations of her body. Doing as instructed, the dark haired teen popped his left thumb into his mouth, so that it was covered in his saliva then reached upward and took her nipple between his wet digits. It was almost enough for her to cum this very moment, as her lover pinched and toyed with her excited nipple. "Oh god yes, keep doing that. Play with me you fuck." Piper cried out in sensual joy. One thing most people in her life would never believe, but she was rather vocal during her love making. Begging, screaming, cursing, and cringe, she was very versatile when it came to the bedroom. Taking her excited cries as an affirmative, Xander thrust upward and buried himself deep within without warning, and was rewarded with a heartfelt and breathless, "Oh fuck yes," from Piper. But as she redoubled her pace, his hands were forced to abandon their places on her breasts, and to travel downward to her hips so that he could get a better grip on the wild movements of the brunette above him. "God damn, Piper. You're an animal." Was all he could get out before she clamped down on his waist with her knees, and as she did her inner walls clamped down on his cock still buried inside her. He could tell from his lover's labored breaths that she wouldn't last much longer, Xander began to all but piston himself upward, as hard and as fast as he could with the leverage he had from his position. Blindly, she grabbed his shoulders momentarily before she raked her finger nails down his chest and all the way to his belly, drawing blood the whole way down, and once again their sex was mixed with pain and pleasure. And it was more for it. Without a word said, he flipped them over and shot forward in powerful dizzying thrusts. Piper's eyes all but rolled back into her head before her orgasm finally arrived and she went limp with its exertion. But he hadn't cum yet, so reaching up he caught the metal railings on the headboard to give himself better leverage and he had at her. Mercilessly pounding within her spent box, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, you're so damn tight...." He grunted, the whole bed frame shook with his powerful rhythm. She wasn't silent either, even has her body had gone as limp as a wet noodle, a second orgasm was quickly building from her dark-haired mate's frantic movements. Feeling it arriving, Xander pressed his lips against Piper's in a fierce kiss before exploding inside her. Load after load of his white semen shot deep within her cavern, to find a place buried in her belly. Her second orgasm happened as he fell against her body, tired and weak. The pair laid on the white and tangled sheets, panting as they moved into more comfortable positions next to each other. "....what, did you take classes in this during high school?" She finally broke the silence. Snorting at the question he answered, "The only action I got during high school as at the end of my own palm." Eyes dark with humor and lust, she reached up and wrapped her hand around his thick member, though it was soft and well spent. "Oh, I don't think I've been more jealous of an appendage in my whole life." "Tease!" He growled out, tense but not at all displeased. Chuckling from her place beside him, she continued her slow inspection of his member. "You know....I think you're the only guy to ever call me that." "They most not have known you very well..." He meant it in good humor, but from hand stilled and her eyes gave away the insight that he was dead on the money with that slip of the tongue. Trying to think of a way to banish the uncomfortable silence that would soon arrive, and to get that awful lonely look out of her eyes, Xander thought quickly. "We need a shower." "Well....'you' do. I'm as clean and fresh as a Sunday rain storm." Piper retorted, smile forced as she joked. But if there was one thing he was good at, it was getting a laugh out of people. "Yeah, if it was raining 'dogs'." Mouth dropping open in actual shock, she sputtered for a few moments. "Hey! You're not exactly a spring chicken either, buddy." "True....but at least my hairs clean." She looked at him questioningly before reaching up to touch her hair. "Your bangs, you've got a little...well 'a lot' of 'me' there." And true enough, she found the dried evidence of the blowjob she'd given him the night before. "Why you son of a.....Hey!" She shrieked, he'd gotten up while she'd been inspecting her hair and once she was ready to give him both barrels, he'd reached out and snatched her up into his arms. And with all the grace you'd use with a sack of potatoes, tossed her over his shoulder and headed for the door. "You...you.....you NEANDERTHAL!" She shouted, her voice filled with equal amounts of outrage, shock, indignation, and real humor. Paying her no mind, he opened the bedroom door and walked towards the bathroom, the pair of them as naked as jay birds. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, me Tarzan, you Jane. Now shut up and get into the tub." He ordered playfully when they arrived. But instead of waiting for a response, he sat her on her foot in the cold cast iron tub. "Don't you give me that shit-eating grin, you smug son of a bitch. When I get my hands......" She was by this point growling at him. "BASTARD!" Only to be drenched like a wet cat when Xander got bored of her rant and turned the shower head on full blast. The icy water took whatever heat she had in her reply right the hell away. ****** Piper swore loudly, her back pressed tightly against the tiles of her bathroom shower. The water was now a decent degree, not too hot, and thankfully not as cold as it was when they first got in. 'Bastard,' she thought with a sigh, only to "Yip", out load as her lover's tongue continued its invasion. His nimble fingers were at work as well, rolling that sensitive ball of nerves between his digits, the whole while two inches of Xander's tongue thrust into and out of her wanton sex. Her hands were laced through his dark locks, and in the sexual haze she still had enough mental capability to comment on how soft his hair was, almost effeminate. This resulted in a chuckled from his place between her thigh, which made her whole body shudder as he tongue rolled up and out of her like a cat would drink a saucer of milk. Knotting her hands in his hair she spoke softly over the hail of water that fell down across their naked bodies, "...yes, I'm close baby.....so close...." She braced herself against the wall ready for that mind shattering moment when she would cum … only to be denied. "Hey Piper, hurry up and get out already girl. You have 'got' to dish out the info, me and Prue heard you all the way downstairs. Wooh!" They both froze in place, having not heard the bathroom door open or apparently one of Piper's sisters enter. "I didn't even catch a glimpse of your mystery man, guess he's still sleeping it off, huh Pip?" The youngest sister, Phoebe continued talking while grabbing a few of her things out of the cabinet. Hairbrush, makeup, contacts, that sort of deal. "Phoebe...this really isn't the time. Could you...ip!" She turned down to glare at the dark haired young man between her legs, who had nibbled at her while she was talking. He grinned up innocently, the picture of virtue. She wasn't fooled. Turning around, the youngest sister peered through the steamy glass of the shower, trying to make out why her sister had called out. "Pip, you bust your toe in there?" Then smirking darkly, she teased on, "Or are you still 'sore' from your late night activities? Feeling Xander smiling against the inside of her thigh, the beautiful brunette could only glare down at him, and look nervously through the haze of hot water permeating through the small bathroom. "Pheebs, this really isn't the....ip!" "Hey, you alright in there? Or are you trying to pull the sympathy card to get me to wash your back, sorry won't work. After the workout I heard last night, you deserve 'no' sympathy from me." She finished up, before grinning childishly and hurrying over to the door. She opened it quickly. "Ah.....WOW!" She said dumbly, eyes locked onto the erotic position her sister & her lover were in. Only to have her eyes fall downwards to finally stair at the guys fully erect and utterly impressive manhood. "Piper, you fiend......" "That's it, OUT!" Loosing herself from Xander, Piper barley covered herself as she pushed her little sister backwards and finally out the door. Phoebe was to busy to protest, her time divided between grinning at her sister, and checking out the new meat in the Manor. Pun very much intended. "And stay out!" She called through the door, her cheeks a very pleasant shade of red. "Perv..." She muttered to herself, only to lean back with a sigh as Xander came up behind her, and she was pulled into his embrace. "I'm pretty sure its genetic then," He said, his mouth only millimeters away from her ear. Her back was firmly pressed against his chest, her butt slightly rubbing its self against his hard member. "Dirty little bitch...." The nude Scooby took the lobe of her ear into his mouth and sucked on it sweetly. Her whole body shook as he did, and she decided to let him get away with his remark. It was practically becoming his pet name for her. And she sure called him a 'bastard', enough. Matching nick names, it was cute, in a fucked up kinda way. ****** Prue Halliwell was busy fixing herself and her sisters breakfast, frying eggs, cooking bacon, putting out three glasses of juice. She usually was more occupied with her own work, getting things ready at Buckland's auction house. "Prue! You wouldn't believe what I just saw." From the smile on Phoebe's face, she wasn't sure if she wanted to know what her sister saw. "If you were peeking on Piper in the shower, so help me I'll call the cops myself. Perv." The eldest Halliwell said cheerily, meaning every word. Her little sister was just so noisy for her own good. Phoebe pouted for a few moments before continuing, "Nothing like that, I swear. Though I did get a look at her boy though, and woooo. I haven't see a package like that since I went horseback riding." "Eck." She said before flipping over the eggs, "I don't need to hear about your little fantasies. And defiantly not this early in the morning." She joked, sorta. "Just don't you know, make a big deal out this. Alright? We know how you can get." The youngest Halliwell said, trying to cut off any dispute that might start up when Piper and her boy came downstairs. "No 'we' don't know. What's that supposed to mean?" Prue asked, having finished putting the three place sets down, and breakfast. The 22 year old witch just pointed at the table, "That's what it means. You set out 'three' places for dinner. You know Pip's gonna bring him down to eat with us. She's not the type to push him out the front door when she's done." "Phoebe, we don't know anything about this guy. Who he is, what he does, hell what his 'name' is, for Christ sake. I don't want him sitting down at our table." She said sternly. Snorting, the two siblings got ready for one of their many rolls. "Its not up to you, Prue. You might be able to pull this kinda stuff off on me, but Piper actually pays rent here. Hell, she pays two thirds of it. If she wants to invite someone to breakfast, it's up to 'her'." "He could be a warlock, Phoebe! He could be using her to get to us, and the book of shadows." "Do you have any idea how paranoid you sound? Not everyone we meet are demons and monsters. There are actual 'nice' guys out there." For all the fighting the youngest and eldest sister had had over the years, Piper was never the cause. She acted as many middle sisters do, as the peace maker. It was strange twist. "Nice guys don't go home with a girl on the first date. He might not be a demon, but as far as we know he could be some sleaze." The salt and pepper shakers shook from the telekinetic force of Prue loosing her temper. But she rallied her self control, and stopped it before things started flying around the room. "You know what I think," Not waiting for her sister to answer Phoebe continued, "I think you're 'jealous'. I think that since you and Andy are in outs at the moment, you don't want anyone else to be having a relationship around you." "That's absurd!" She answered feverishly, and even angrier because it might be true. Whenever Prue was fighting with her boyfriend, she had tendency to take it out on everyone else's pairings. "But that gives me an idea. You want me to chill? Fine, but I'm getting Andy to do a background check on Piper's mystery man." This only caused her little sister to freak out more, "You can't be serious! Prue, you can't get your cop ex to check out this guys past like he was a common criminal. I mean, that'll only cause Andy to ask more questions." The two beautiful witches glared at one another, the table between them, what a symbolic notion that was. There always seemed to be 'something' between them, so they could never see eye to eye. ****** "Hey! That's my shirt." Xander protested. Piper simply smirked at him, before pulling his shirt over her head. It was big enough to come down to her mid thigh. Not exactly something to leave the house wearing, but it covered up her panties. So it was enough for her to go downstairs and eat, without lewd comments from her youngest sister. If it wasn't for the fact Phoebe was dick crazy, she'd have thought her sister gay many a time. "But what am I supposed to wear?" He stood in his blue jeans, barefoot and bare-chested. If it was up to Piper, that'd be how he always was. But she could see why he was protesting, dozens of red fingernail marks crisscrossed his chest and stomach. It looked like he'd been attack by an angry cat. "Oh come on, I think with that stunt you pulled in the shower that it's 'your' turn to be embarrassed." She exclaimed, still a little sullen by the fact that he'd been nibbling at her while her little sister was in the room. 'Perv', she thought fondly. The dark haired teen just shook his head, "I think I've created a monster." He muttered while turning to look at his chest in her mirror hanging atop her wooden chest of drawers, hissing slightly when he touched one long swollen mark. This gave Piper a chance to look at his back, something she hadn't gotten a chance to do that night. Or even in the shower, since he'd been pressing his 'front' against her. "Shit...." She cursed lowly, hoping not to take his attention away from the mirror. His back was heavily scarred across his left shoulder blade was a four short, jagged marks that looked almost like claw marks. They ended before reaching his arm, but they had to be seven inches in length. Low on his back were honest-to-God 'burn' marks. Like he'd turned away as a fire blazed right behind him, catching his shirt on fire and leaving patches of discolored flesh forever imprinted on his back. 'Oh god, what happened to him?' The amount of violence that marked his body was severe, and not at all what she'd expected from the funny, lewd, if not sweet but slightly perverted young man that she'd taken to her bed. It spoke of a life of pain, and battle. Not at all what you'd see in someone doing construction work. Sure, accidents happen on the job, but not this kind. Piper was so mesmerized that she actually missed what he was saying. "I'm sorry, what?" Xander turned to her with a grin, "Checking out my ass, Ms. Halliwell? I'm shocked I tell you, shocked." It was only now that he noticed that she wasn't joking around with him. And seeing the mirror out of the corner of his eye, he could see what had taken up her attention. 'God damn it', his mind raged. Could I have just a little peace without the evidence of the supernatural coming in and fucking things up? How could I explain what she saw without lying? And if I told her the truth, could she handle it? And if she could, would I really want to put that kind of information on her. God knows, in the four years he'd known of the things that went bump in the night, he hadn't had a good night sleep since. "Let's eat." He decided to put of the explanation, for now at least. "Yeah." She tried to smile up at him, but with was strained. Her eyes were filled with sympathy, and sadness. Xander wasn't sure how he felt about that. ****** Prue Halliwell watched as her little sister and the interloper walked down the stairs towards the dinner table, Phoebe only looked up from her plate to commit about their cloths. Or rather, their lack of clothes. "Pip, this a new look? Or are you just washing everything else?" She teased, and was only mildly surprised when it didn't have much reaction. It looked like her sister was thinking about something. Phoebe decided to be her normal nosy self as soon as the chance presented its self. Though, if she could get Piper to freeze him, then they'd have plenty of time. "I swear, you're a cloths thief," Xander said before taking a seat, "I could spill jam, or butter all over himself." He muttered. Trying to come up with a good enough reason why he wanted to cover up. "Yeah, and that'd be a crime." Piper pinched Phoebe for that line, but thankfully Xander didn't hear it. The eldest Halliwell was through waiting, "Piper, are you going to introduce your 'friend', or do we simply call him 'hey you'." Blushing, the middle witch finally shook her head and followed through. "Prue, Phoebe, this is Xander. Xander, these are my meddling sisters. Ignore them, I do." Dressed in her favorite, tight pink top, Phoebe reached across the table and shook his hand. Prue just nodded over her plate, waiting for her little sister to leave so she could grill 'Xander'. For once, the youngest Halliwell helped her out, for no other reason then to just get this all out of the way. "Pip, could you help me with something … 'Upstairs.'" She almost protested, but the twenty four year old witch needed time to think, "Yeah, sure." Looking back towards Xander before she left, "I'll be right back. Don't talk about me behind my back." Prue waited only as long as it took her sisters to leave the room to start up, "So.....I see you and my sister have hit it off." She tried not to glare 'too' much. The long scooby simply nodded, "Yeah, you could say that. We met up at Quake." He'd never been read the riot act from a potential girlfriend's sibling, though he did catch hell from Cordelia's father. "Let's cut the shit right out, what are your intentions towards my sister?" And away they went. ****** "Well dish girl, don't keep me waiting." Phoebe said with a deep grin, ready for all the dirty details. Piper just shook her head, though she could smother the smile on her face. "I don't know, we seemed to have hit it off great. And the sex was good." At her little sister's look she continued, "Alright, the sex was freaking amazing." Concerned, the twenty two year old witch went on, "I hear a 'but' coming...." Sighing, Piper nodded, "But I don't know anything about him. Where he's from, how old he is. He's a blank spot with a big dick." Her eyes bulged out when she realized what she'd said. Phoebe could only giggle in response, "You don't have to tell 'me.' I saw up close and personal...." She trailed off, her eyes looking off into space. It didn't take a genius, or a witch to know what she was thinking about. "Hey! Don't be mind molesting my date." She said with a swat to her sister's arm. The youngest Halliwell thought it over, and came up with the perfect idea. "That's it!" "What?" "Go out on a date with him, a real one. Go through all that getting to know each other stuff." It actually was a pretty good idea. "Huh, I'm surprised." Piper said, trying to hide the smirk appearing on her lips. "Surprised by what?" Phoebe wondered aloud, not understanding her sister's statement. "Surprised that 'you' could actually come up with such a good idea," It was 'her' turn to be swatted as they turned and headed back downstairs. ****** "So what is this? You sleep with my sister, and then what? Take off'?" Prue demanded. "Hey! That's not it at all. I'm not leaving until I say good bye to Piper, and then if she wants I'll meet up with her. I just need to get some cloths from my apartment." Xander answered back, just as heatedly. This was reminding him 'way' to much of his fights with Cordy. No doubt Prue was the head cheerleader in high school. "And who says you'll meet up with her later? I know for damn sure 'I' didn't say that." The brunette Halliwell said nastily, not sure why she was so pissed off, but knowing for a fact that she was. "And I don't recall it being any of your damned business! Don't you have other things to do, besides lording over what your sister does? You know, like a life? Or is that a foreign concept?" Let it never be said that Xander Harris couldn't give as good as he got. Jumping up from the dinner table all together, Prue stalked towards him, "Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that? In 'my' own home?" He just looked at her, not at all intimidated, which only seemed to piss her off more. "Your home alone? And here I thought your sisters had some say so in what went on." "Listen here 'bitch'..." She started only to be interrupted. "Isn't that supposed to be 'my' line?" He joked. "Hey! What the hells going on here?" They both turned to see an irate Piper, and a less then pleased Phoebe. Not being able to come up with anything other response, Xander stated clearly, "She started it." Before he got up and started towards the door, leaving Piper to glare at Prue, before she ran after him. Leaving a still fuming Prue, and a glaring Phoebe. Catching him at the threshold of her home, "Piper, I really like you. And I want to see you again." He laid it all on the line. Shyly, but determined she answered, "I want that too. Do you, I mean, do you want to go out with me tonight? On a date." She looked downward, only to have him reach over and lift her chin. "I'd love to." She rewarded him with a brilliant smile. "Great! Pick me up at say, 8pm?" "I'll be here." They kissed deeply, not yet ready for the other to leave. ****** Piper Halliwell stomped back into the kitchen a few minutes later, where Phoebe was already arguing with Prue. It didn't take her long to enter into it either, "What the hell was that all about?" Seeing where this was leading, Phoebe made a quick, of not subtle retreat back upstairs to her room. "What?" The eldest sister asked over her shoulder, having put all the dishes in the sink and beginning to wash them. Maybe if I ignore her, she'll go away? Unlikely, Prue thought to herself. "You know damn well what I mean. I'm a grown woman, Prue! I can bring someone home if I want to, and I'd expect not to catch shit from you for it." Now it was her turn to look around angrily. "And what's that supposed to mean?" "What?" The middle sister asked sweetly. "It's alright for you to sleep around with Andy, but God forbid I bring a guy home." "That's totally different." "It's 'always' different when it's you, Prue." They hadn't fought like this in, well, years. Not since Grams was still alive, and they were debating on what to do with the house afterwards. Prue wanted to go to live in New York, and Piper wanted to stay here and live in the Manor. After all, it had been left to all of them. "I've known Andy for decades, Piper. You've known this guy for what? 'Hours'?!?" "And how else am I supposed to meet a nice guy? I can't wait for you to screen through all the guys 'you' think are alright, and then let me know." She said agitatedly. "I live here too Prue, and what I do isn't your business." Angry, and hurt, Prue answered, "It is my business, Pip. You're my baby sister." Sighing, but understanding Piper replied, "And that's never going to change, Prue. But I'm not a 'baby' anymore. You don't have to worry about me anymore. I can take care of myself." "I know, sweetly. I just worry. And this guy, Xander, he just pushes my buttons." Grining a little now, the middle sister put in her two-cents. "Oh, I know, he's 'pushes' my buttons too." Scandalized, the eldest sister squealed, "PIPER!" only to hear laughter in her wake. ****** Xander Harris walked up the driveway of the Halliwell Manor, dressed in a pair of dress slacks, and a dark blue silk shirt. With all that had happened in the last two days, he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be staying in San Francisco. When he first got here, he'd only planned on staying a week or two. Get his head clear about Anya, and Sunnydale. A few days without the constant fear, and horror of the monsters in his home town would do him good. But then he met Piper. And wow, she knocked him off his ass. Dark and brooding looked shitty on Angel, but with Piper? The only word that came to mind, other then smartass, but sexy. And who was he kidding, the sex had been mind shattering. Anya was good, but cold. It was almost like his time with Faith, except when Piper looked at him she was seeing 'him'. God knows what had been running through Faith's mind, nothing he wanted to dwell on. Knocking on the door, he waited patiently. After a few moments, Phoebe, Piper's little sister opened the door. "She'll be down in a second." She said with a grin, "You look great. Have fun, alright?" "Its a sure thing." He answered, smiling back at her. The two of them hadn't gotten a chance to talk much, but she seemed cool enough. A lot less pushy then Prue. Maybe they could hang out. Even now, he still couldn't get any actual 'guy' friends. It was only a matter of time before Piper walked out, wearing a dark blue Sunday dress, coming off her shoulders. Stunning was the proper term, he was sure. "You look beautiful, Piper." Blushingly softly she gave him a once over, "Flattery will get you absolutely `everywhere'. "So where are we going?" She questioned as they walked down the driveway to his car. A light blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air convertible, he'd gotten from his uncle Rory. "I was thinking a movie, then some dinner. How do you feel about Spiderman?" "I think he looks kinda hot in the suit." She joked. He just shook his head, not knowing what he'd gotten himself into. But he'd learned that one movie, two T-bone stakes, and a long debate about who was the best X-men character of late. He'd learn, that even hot chef's with soft brown hair, and beautiful brown eyes could be as geeky as him. And really, geek love, hot sex, and great food, was there anything better? Fin.