Author's Note: I realize that there was a glitch in this story, it was a repeat of Need. I have no idea how it happened. So here's the original one. Thanks for all your reviews!

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"Put a shirt on," she calls, tossing one at him, "You know I hate it when they stare."

He turns to look at her incredulously. "Are you trying to imply that-"

"You're a overgrown idiot?" she cuts him off swiftly, "Why, yes. Yes I am."

He ignores the jab. "This is me implying that you think I'm pretty effin' hot." He grins.

"And this is me," she sighs, "implying that I am going to wipe that arrogant smirk off your face."

"Try me, Clearwater."

She walks over slowly, deliberately. Brings up at hand...and wraps it around his neck, pressing her lips to his. His hands are instantly around her waist, pulling her closer. One of hers snakes up his shirt.

They break apart, gasping.

"Might I imply," he asks thoughtfully, "that the others won't be seeing too much of this evening?"

"I'm getting a very good implication here."

And they head in the direction of her bedroom.

The things a simple implication will lead to.