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With all the people around and the commotion accompanying midnight, it takes a few minutes for Jenny to lead them through the crowd and off towards the stairwell leading to her room (up now, instead of down, which is strange but not unwelcome. She wouldn't want to be living underground when it's this cold, and she likes having windows to be able to see the snow-dusted streets outside, the atmosphere that she honestly thinks she'll miss a little when it changes back to normal. Not all of the Victorian setting has suited her, but she's much more cut out for a place like this than a beach). If she's honest, she's grateful for that. It isn't like she's having second thoughts — far from it, especially considering she doesn't precisely know what's about to happen — but that doesn't make her any less flustered by the prospect of what she could do, and this brief while allows her to let her heart rate slow a little, breaths coming steadier by the time they reach their destination. This is right, she knows it is, feels it with a certainty that surpasses even her decision to lose her virginity on her seventeenth birthday. She just hopes that she isn't the only one who thinks so, that his going slow has been for her benefit like she believes it to be.

"Well," she says as she opens the door, keeping close to Cameron all the while, fighting off the urge to just kiss him again on the spot. "Here we are." For the first time, it occurs to her to be glad that Santana's moved out, leaving her with the room — or the set of rooms, as the case may be now — all to herself. The last thing she wants is an interruption at a time like this, when they came up here for some privacy in the first place.

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It's a far cry from the chaos of the party downstairs, a fact for which Cameron is grateful. As much as he's enjoyed the evening, he's not about to make a complete glutton of himself just because the food is there (though god knows he can eat plenty and did) and he has no intention of getting drunk tonight. The party is nice, but however rare or special, it's still just a party. When all is said and done, it's her company he'll remember.

"Alone at last," he says, gently teasing. Though he wants badly to hold her again, he waits patiently until the door is closed before he reaches for her, tugging her close enough to kiss.

Teasing or not, it's a sentiment that Jenny agrees with wholeheartedly, and not just where these past few minutes or even tonight is concerned. If she's honest, she thinks she's wanted this for a while, though she wouldn't regret having not done anything up until now. With Cameron, it seems like everything's gone exactly the way these things are supposed to, which makes it seem that much more logical to follow through on her instincts now. She's made mistakes before, but this isn't one of those instances. She's sure of it.

Arms draping around his neck again, she eases close as soon as he's pulled her to him, not hesitating to lean into the kiss, her lips parting gently against his. There's no rush and she doesn't want this to seem like a whim, but she likewise doesn't want to seem uncertain at all. This isn't the time for that.

Bending closer, Cameron slides his arms more securely around her, but if there's one thing to be said against the fashion of these times, it's that it makes her difficult to lift, though she's slender and he's strong. The skirts just get in the way. He has to settle for kissing her where they stand, pulling reluctantly away after a few moments. As much as he wants to stay just where he is, he knows, too, that this isn't the best arrangement.

"Why don't we sit?" he suggests, fingers running slowly down her neck. The couch should be fine for the both of them for now, comfortable enough to let them continue, too small for them to get carried away without thinking about it. Either way, he gets to pull her closer, and everyone wins.

"We can do that," Jenny says, nodding, voice coming out breathier than she'd have liked. It isn't like she can avoid it, though, when he's still touching her like that, so simple and so tender, the brush of his skin against hers feeling like pure electricity. Maybe it's just her own train of thought that's lent itself well to noticing it when she might not have before, but something still feels different, and not in any sort of unwelcome way. She just hopes she isn't the only one who notices it, that he's not about to slow them down when she's becoming increasingly certain of what she wants (him, just him). Reluctant though she is to move away at all, she takes a step back towards the couch, watching to make sure he's with her before she goes the rest of the way. That's one more thing to be grateful for in all of this, too. It would be decidedly more awkward if she'd brought him here and it were just the two of them and a bed. "Over here?"

"Over here," Cameron echoes, though the attention he pays his surroundings now is minimal. He sits slowly, hands moving down to her waist. Being able to look up at her, it's tempting just to pull her into his lap, but still he waits. Anything like that needs to be her choice, her decision. When they've been together longer and he's more sure where the boundaries lie, he'll be more willing to take the lead, but he can be patient until then. It's not like she doesn't make the wait worthwhile. "You're so lovely."

It's the skirts more than anything else that make Jenny take a seat at Cameron's side rather than closer, and even then, she twists her legs up beside her, trying to get as near as she can without sacrificing comfort. She'd much rather just be rid of all of this, but she's not going to move things along quite that quickly, no matter how difficult he makes it to do otherwise (which is to say, very). "You aren't bad yourself, you know," she teases, one corner of her mouth quirking into a crooked grin, though the blush that colors her cheeks can't be helped, the way she reaches out a hand to rest by his neck purely affectionate. "Cameron, I want..."

It's a promising beginning, that much is certain. Cameron twists his head to kiss the base of her palm, following it with one to her lips, slow but soft, chaste. Whatever it is she wants, he wants to be because she really does, not because she thinks he wants something, though Jenny's hardly that weak-willed. If she were, she wouldn't be the girl he's crazy about. She may be young, but she knows her mind, a trait he has to admire, and one that makes him more comfortable with that youth. "Anything," he says, head bowed close to hers. "Name it."

Just the sound of that is strangely thrilling, one corner of her mouth twitching a little higher even as she leans in to kiss him again. Jenny may not have half as much of an idea what she's doing as she would like to act as if she does, but she does know that that's just about the best thing she could hear right about now. If he didn't want this, if he had any reservations, she doubts he would be talking like this, those few words enough to set her heart beating harder in her chest. "I want you," she says, quiet, eyes wide to catch his gaze, fingers curling absently in the front of his shirt. "And, God, to be done with some of these ridiculous clothes."

Cameron looks back at her for several long seconds, searching her expression for any trace of hesitation. There's none he can see, though, and it's not like there won't be time enough for her to change her mind. There's far too much in the way of the clothes she's mentioned not to give her opportunities for that, and unless that happens, he's more than willing to give her what she asks. Leaning in, he kisses her for an answer, slow and deep, hands sliding from her waist up her back. "I couldn't agree more," he says, unhooking one of the buttons that run down the line of her back. "It looks beautiful on you, but..." Sucking her lip between his isn't the most effective way of starting to undress her, and just the thought of doing so makes him want to do so now, but it conveys his meaning.

"It's hardly convenient," Jenny finishes for him, the words coming out half-muffled against his mouth when she leans in to keep kissing him. The clothes have their charm, some of them lovely, but right now, they're purely an annoyance. Much as it's a desire she can't quite wrap her head around for the physical nature of it, like an instinct rather than logic, sex has lost some of its ceremony after the first time, and she doesn't see any need to hold back when she's at least certain of what she wants. That he's only encouraging just helps on that front. Finally, reluctantly drawing back, she twists away from him, brushing her hair over her shoulder and looking over the opposite one to catch his gaze. "Here," she says. "There are far too many of these."

Cameron leans close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, fairly convinced there's nothing so enchanting as her and the way she glances back, bewitchingly coy. "I don't know how you manage it," he says. He doesn't envy girls the fuss they have to make over their clothing even in his own time, and that's nothing compared to the buttons and laces and layers of the Victorian era. Though there's something to be said for them, too, he's happy to leave all that to them, his sole involvement in all that coming down to this, his fingers tracing down her back before he begins to work his way slowly down the row. When he's undone enough of them to bare more skin, he leans in to press a kiss there, too. "You're sure about this?"

Breath catching audibly at the press of his lips, Jenny tips her head farther to the side for a moment before she nods. She might not have been entirely sure in the beginning, but she is now, increasingly so the longer she spends around him. It's a strange thing, this wanting, magnetic and unshakable and yet easy, too, like it's just a natural progression rather than something to be made a big deal of, like that first time was. This is how it should be, she thinks, how she always imagined, except she's not sure she could have dreamed up someone as perfect for her as Cameron. "I'm sure," she tells him, quiet, steady, letting the dress slip forward over her shoulders as it comes undone. "I'm very sure."

So long as that's the case, Cameron has no hesitations of his own, not when just the way her breath catches gets to him. He can't ignore or resist the stretch of her bared neck, raising his head to trail kisses from her shoulder on up, near-reverent in his slow exploration of her skin. There have been other girls before, and he's sure that, at one point or another, he thought that most of them weren't like the others, but with her, he's known that practically from the start. He doesn't intend to waste a moment of this, for his own sake as much of hers. For her, he wants everything to be perfect, always. For himself, he's wanted her for long than he dares to admit. Now that he gets to touch her, feel her, he's going to make the most of it.

With the last of the buttons unfastened, he runs his hands down her arms, helping to push the dress lower. "There," he murmurs in her ear. "That's one layer done with anyway."

There are still plenty of clothes left, especially when she stops to consider what he's wearing as well, but that doesn't make Jenny any less glad to be done with this dress now. Frankly, she thinks it's ridiculous, anyway, if appropriate for the evening, lovely in its own way. That doesn't make it any less inconvenient. She would much rather have this, Cameron's mouth on her bare skin, as much of everything as she can get. She's never been a girl who settles easily, and now is no exception. Trying her best to suppress a shiver when he speaks in her ear (and mostly failing, at that), she pushes the dress down as far as she can get it, fabric bunching around her waist until she finally works it lower, a difficult task when she's hesitant to move away at all. With that out of the way, though, she shifts to face him again, leaning in to press her lips to his. "A good start," she says, quiet, without drawing back much. "With so much to get rid of, I don't even know what to do next."

With it clear now where this is headed, Cameron holds back not out of hesitation or caution, but because he has no desire to rush. This isn't something he wants to hurry through. It's a new year and they have all the time they could want, and eager though he is for more of her, he's willing to uncover it slowly. Drawing back only to remove his jacket, he leans in to kiss her again, the hand at her knee sliding higher under her petticoat, running over smooth, warm skin, taking in the way she reacts to everything.

"I have a few ideas," he says, casual as if this isn't something he's thought about far more than he would ever dare admit — for longer than he would dare to admit, for that matter, considering they've only been dating for a few weeks. He tugs lightly at the petticoat from underneath, vaguely amused this is even an issue. It's certainly not one he's run into before, though he's mindful enough not to say so. "What about this?"

It's more the way his hand feels against her skin that makes Jenny inhale sharply, and the sudden thought that she wishes he would move it just a little higher. Not half as experienced as she would like to believe she is (and is that a good thing or a bad thing here, she wonders? He knows about David, but they weren't married; what if he's expecting her to be something she isn't?), it's all still strange and so new, this desire that's more physical than logical, not about the fact of something happening but rather him. That's not the sort of thing she's inclined to ignore. Right now, she can't think of a single reason why she should, anyway, and she tends to be good at that.

"I think that works," she says, trying for a teasing smile, though she doesn't quite manage. At a time like this, it would seem out of place; she wouldn't dare to put any kind of name on her feelings for Cameron, but looking at him now, that's all there is, humor falling by the wayside in the face of it. Though it's still difficult to maneuver, she keeps her gaze on him as she lifts her hips enough to get the petticoat over them. Teeth pressing briefly to her lower lip, she nods towards his hand. "You're going to have to move that if you want these off all the way, though."

Briefly, Cameron skims his fingers a fraction of an inch higher before retreating altogether, moving obediently out of her way. Even this, the slow reveal, the minutes between clothed and unclothed, get to him completely, his heart starting to race. His intentions toward her have never been anything but honorable, but she's beautiful and they're young and he's only human. Wanting her would be impossible to resist, even if he wanted to. As it is, it's all he can do not to get even more in her way. "I'm... absolutely in favor," he says, an understatement if ever there were one.

"It'll be worth it," Jenny says, finally managing the teasing lilt she was aiming for before. Disappointing as the loss of contact is, she knows it's necessary, too, and in this case, she means what she says. She has the sense not to rush into any of this, but she's still eager to be rid of all of these absurd layers of clothing, to have him closer and more of his near-electric touch. Leaning in to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, she finally makes herself stand, gaze still on him as she pulls petticoat and dress down to let them pool at her feet, allowing her to step out of them before she rejoins him on the couch. Like this, it's impossible not to be self-conscious, but she tries not to let any nervousness show. (She's not sure she's very successful.) "How's this?"

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Cameron has to swallow hard before he can answer, working to keep his gaze on her face, though, for once, he's not sure he's actually supposed to. He's been with other girls, it's not a question of that, but first times are inherently awkward with anyone, at least — especially — when they matter, a series of new lines to cross and to assess, determining what is and isn't allowed, desired, invited. He's been aware for a long time how lovely she is, and especially so recently, with her warm and pliant in his arms when they kiss, but there's no ignoring it now. Leaning in to kiss her, he runs a hand slowly up the smooth length of one bare leg, over the curve of her hip to the place where her waist dips in, corset warm beneath his palm. "Perfect," he says, lowering his head to place a kiss to her throat. "You're perfect."

"I'm not," Jenny breathes, though she smiles a little to hear it, head tipping to the side under the press of his lips to give him more room if he needs. Even just to let those two words slip from her mouth is painfully nervewracking, but this conversation was going to have to come sooner or later, and it's probably better that it do so now, while they're both still somewhat clothed and she isn't interrupting anything too intense to inform him of what he'll find out for himself before long anyway. Still, it's better that he know. She's been victim to too much deception herself to practice the same now, especially with him, and when it's bound to go over if he hears it from her rather than being taken by surprise. God, she just hopes he doesn't mind. It's inherently awkward to even think about mentioning some other man at a time like this, but what other choice does she have? "You should know that — before we go any further, I mean, that this isn't —" She swallows, fingers finding the buttons of his shirt even as she speaks, though she doesn't make to undo them yet. "I'm not a virgin."

The faint uncertainty in her tone is more confusing than the words themselves, though Cameron isn't about to belittle the fact it matters to her. Though he'd hardly mind if she were, it's almost a relief, in all honesty. There would have been an added weight to all this if he were her first, and just the fact that it's their first time together makes this serious enough. He brushes a kiss along her jaw, then presses one to her lips, soft and brief. "I don't care if you are or not," he says, hand at her cheek as he draws back to look at her. He wonders if she thought it would, but she must have, to have brought it up, and he only hopes that he's saying the right thing. Either way, it's the truth. "It doesn't make a difference to me, as long as I'm with you. Do you... mind that I'm not either?" He's suddenly not sure what she expects on that front. He's not all that much older than her, after all, only a few years, but he's also aware expectations tend to be different for men.

"No, of course not," Jenny replies easily, relieved if not necessarily surprised. He'd given her no real reason to think that it would matter, but it's still worth making sure. Though she's learned, mostly from time spent with Santana, that many standards don't continue to apply, the weight of virginity one of them, she's heard enough else on the subject from other sources that isn't so easily forgotten, and she'd hate to mislead, to disappoint. As far as he's concerned, she hadn't actually thought about it, but she would have figured as much anyway. She's glad now that it's the case. She isn't wholly inexperienced, obviously, but she doesn't know what she'd have done if she were the only one of them with a real idea of what they were doing. Leaning into his hand, she kisses him again, as much to be reassuring as because she simply can't help herself. "I just didn't want you to have assumed otherwise, and then... wind up being surprised."

The only thing that catches Cameron off guard about that is the way it makes it impossible for him to think about anything but having sex with her, and while that's plainly where this is headed, it's still enough to make his pulse race. "I... didn't think to assume one way or the other," he says. She was engaged, so it isn't exactly unexpected, but all things considered, he wouldn't have been surprised to find otherwise. As far as he's been concerned, what she's done with any other man in the past isn't his business unless she makes it so. Hand smoothing slowly down her neck to her shoulder, he kisses her again. "All that matters to me is that I'm with you."

"Good," Jenny murmurs, sounding a little more confident now. It really shouldn't come as a surprise that it doesn't make any difference, but it's comforting all the same, if only because it was the one reservation she had, the only thing potentially standing between them and where she's wanted this to go. Now, shifting closer, she tugs at his tie, gently beginning to undo its knot. There's no rush, but he's far more clothed than she is, and being this exposed (and, of course, for other reasons, too), she's eager to even the score a little. "That's the only interruption, I swear."

Cameron laughs, soft, and reaches for her waist, tugging her just a little closer. "Make all the interruptions you want," he says. Whatever she wants to do, however she wants this to proceed, he can be patient. It may take all his willpower when she looks utterly gorgeous in this corset, when he's sure she looks even better out of it, but he can give her that. He waits until she's loosened his tie before ducking his head again to kiss her neck. "There's no rush." Given that she has the place to herself, they have all night, and whatever she needs to say or do to be comfortable, he'd rather hear it than not.