November Sun

Summary:

Bailey returns home after a year of traveling the world with her parents. Will things be the same as they were before she left or has everything changed? Pogue/OC

Rated M for the cursing, sexual content, and so forth. If these aren't your things I highly suggest you pass this one up. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the pure smut my mind has conjured up.

And just to clarify, I don't own anyone except for Bailey and the odd characters that don't appear in the movie. So you, no sue me. K, thanks.

I woke up to the wonderful aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Nothing, absolutely nothing, is more refreshing than a cup of fresh coffee early in the morning. I looked over at my alarm clock, which was sitting atop my nightstand.

5:45.

I still had fifteen more minutes until I had to be up. But that coffee smells so good. I should probably grab a cup before my parents finish off the pot.

I reached over and turned my alarm clock off. No use using it if I was already up. I walked over to the window facing opposite the room and pulled open the curtains. The sun was barely awake itself. Maybe I should offer it a cup of coffee? I mentally laughed at my lame joke while I threw on my robe. It was a chilly November morning.

I made my way downstairs towards the delicious aroma, hurrying as my feet were getting a bit cold, as they made their way down the marble staircase. Maybe I should have put on my slippers? I shrugged the thought off as I poured the coffee. The first sip is always the sweetest.

I made my way back upstairs. I had a few hours until I actually had to be at school. Just the very thought of school made my stomach turn. I had left Spenser's last November, in an attempt to explore the world. And now, I was about to find out if the friends I had left behind were still my friends. Friends or not, with the cup of caffeine in my hand, my spirits lifted. I was ready to start the day.

Maybe not so much, as my mind rotated around the flashback I was having of last year.

FLASHBACK:

"What do you mean you're leaving tomorrow?" Pogue looked at me questioningly.

"My parents and I decided that it would be best if I was able to explore my surroundings" I said, trying to sound grown up, and trying to hide the fear in my voice. I didn't want to do this. Not to him. Not to me. Not to us.

"Explore your surroundings? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He was getting angry.

"They think I'm not getting a sense of the world if I'm stuck here. They said they don't want to limit my abilities by staying here. They want me to go with them, while they travel country to country. Why can't you be happy for me?" A tear now escaped my eyes and was falling down my cheek.

"Because I know this isn't what you want." His voice was softer. He looked at me and wiped the tear from my cheek with his thumb. "I love you Bailey. I don't want you to leave me."

"I don't want to leave you either" I said, unable to stop the emotion from within. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. "I love you" I said, continuously, through kisses. "I want to be with you forever."

I pulled him closer to me. The fire in the fire place was burning hot, the flames were blue and white with glowing red embers from the pieces that had fallen off the logs. This last night together, at his parents house, was going to be a night that I knew we would remember forever.

The intensity of the fire paled compared to the intensity that was building between us. Our kisses had become harder, longer, and deeper. Our hands were doing their own dance, his reaching up to unbutton my sweater, mine reaching down to unbutton his jeans.

We kissed and caressed our way closer to the fire, closer to the soft rug that awaited our passion. Lost in desire, we continued our dance of hands and lips, of teeth and nails, our tongues intertwined pleasing each other.

He slid his body between my legs. Kissing my lips and chin, my neck and shoulders, licking and sucking each breast. I could feel my own fire burning deep within, my body was telling me that I wanted… no I needed this man. I needed the fulfillment that I knew was to come, my own desire was making me squirm beneath him, beneath his chest as he worked his way down to my swollen clit.

Pogue's hands reached down only to find my hand already there caressing my clit in little circles, increasing the pressure as the stimulation had built. Not wanting me to stop, he removed my hands replacing them with his tongue. Going to work down there, he managed to tell me how sexy I was and much he wanted me, needed me.

"Don't stop. Don't ever stop" I managed to breathe out. My heart was beating faster than it ever has, this sensation completely new to me. My body started to quiver as I came for the very first time.

"Pogue" I cried out, "I need you. I need to feel you inside me."

He climbed up and slid his very hard, very swollen cock easily into my waiting pussy. As he began to pump inside me, that familiar sensation started to build again. Knowing I was only moments away from another screaming orgasm, I rolled him back so that I was on top, taking control. I wanted to make this feeling last. Fprever.

I lowered my body onto his awaiting cock, lifting back up again, then back down. Our rhythm was in perfect harmony, our bodies in tuned to each other.

"I cant hold out much longer" He grunted, which only inspired me to bounce harder and faster… bring my own orgasm that much closer.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, getting ready to explode. "I love you" I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

His cocked pulsed with every pump, deep inside of me, as he came. At that same moment I was working furiously against him, grinding harder and faster, my hands reaching up to grab my breasts and squeeze my nipples. And then, the rush of wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.

"I love you too." He whispered in my ear as I collapsed next to him. "If you really love me, you won't leave me."

"I won't leave you Pogue."

And the next day, I left.

END FLASHBACK

As 8:00 o'clock started to approach I felt my anxiety increase. I had managed to make myself look nice, even if I was feeling like shit. After debating with myself for most of the morning whether or not I should, I left my dark blonde hair down and curled because I knew that was how Pogue had liked it. I even wore the blue necklace he gave me for Valentine's day the year before, (he said he bought it because it reminded him of my eyes), along with the Spenser's uniform. I gave myself another glance in the mirror before I left. Deciding that I had liked what I had seen, I took a deep breathe to calm my nerves, threw my book bag into my black BMW, and drove off towards school.