AN: The plot bunnies did it! I don't own Tin Man or the characters. What do you think... should I continue?... Oh and watch out for that cliff, Kids. :)

She was dreaming. She had to be. Kissing was something DG had a little bit of experience with. She'd kissed plenty of guys before. And it hadn't felt like this. Especially when he moved the kissing down her neck, right above her shoulder. That would be when she made a noise that was a lot more like a mewing kitten than anything else, and practically melted into his arms.

Her back hit the wall behind her pretty hard.

When did that happen?, she wondered. She vaguely remembered being in the middle of her room, arguing like hell, screaming at each other (over her wardrobe of all things), and this look had settled on his face. He looked mad enough to punch her. But then his lips had come crashing into hers instead.

She was pinned to the wall, his hands were ghosting all over, making more extremely un-DG like kittenish noises come out of her; her nails digging into his shoulders. She was gasping and dizzy and didn't exactly know when it had happened but it was way too hot in there and she was shivering.

This wasn't fair, she decided, him doing all the kissing and the touching. While he was slightly distracted by trying to get her tee shirt to lift just a little more, she dotted kisses along his jaw. Bringing his face back up to hers, she smiled and kissed him back, more so than before because he'd caught her off guard. He was starting to hesitate now just a little. She kid of missed the pissed off kissing. So she nibbled on his bottom lip when he went to pull away from her. Not so much nibbled as bit down on, she'd later admit.

He made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and an outright growl. And it was back to the pissed off kissing. But she pushed him back until his knees hit her bed and they tumbled down into the covers.

Now they both had hands going everywhere, her shirt was somewhere across the room; having been thrown off on the way to the bed. Her skirt (which had started the argument in the first place) was getting very close to not mattering anymore it was riding up so much, when he pushed away from her.

"Wyatt... what's wrong?"

"No." he all but grunted and stalked out of her bedroom. She flinched when she heard the door to her outer living room slam.

AN: What do you think? Would you like some more? See the pretty blue button down there? Review Love!