So I gave in. I've wanted to do one of these for forrreeverr, but it was this song that made me –need- to write. So here you go. A rather… adult start. But not too much. We're keeping it T here. Reviews are lovely, as is your face. You beautiful thing you. ;D

Chapter One; Passion Pit – Little Secrets

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It was when his lips found the spot, yes, that spot, the one behind her ear, where the pulse hammered and the skin flushed, that he realized just how screwed he was.

She fit snugly into his arms, and he liked her there more then he liked her parched in the front seat of his car or behind him in English class. Sure, she looked great in both of those places, but he couldn't exactly kiss her senseless or feel the goosebumps from his touch on her arms in English class, right? As for the car… It just wasn't as comfortable.

Meanwhile, Clare's heart was pounding as he breathed over her collarbones, tracing an intricate design with those long pale fingers at the back of her neck. She was trying hard, really hard, to form coherent thoughts, to make sense of this situation and why she was here, in the alley behind the Dot, back pressed against the dirty concrete wall, with him –him- pressed against her, his lips assaulting her neck, lips, face, and slowly making their way downwards.

In the haze that filled her head, induced by lack of oxygen and over-stimulation, she realized where this was going, why the last few weeks had been so charged around him, why the almost-attempts and brushes of skin on skin had made her spine prickle, made her- Oh.

His hands were grazing against her stomach now, the buttons towards the bottom giving away to his access. Stars spun before her eyes, and her breathing elevated even more as his lips brushed her in a feverish graze.

His eyes met hers, and she felt and saw that those dark green orbs, glistening with lust and excitement and smugness and something deeper perfectly mirrored hers. She raised her hands to the buttons, helping him, and it was then when she thought of God.

Suddenly though, that didn't matter when his fingers were grazing there and there, and…

What He doesn't know won't hurt him, she supposes, and gives in to euphoria.

Let these be our little secrets

No one needs to know we're feeling

Higher and higher and higher

Higher and higher and higher.