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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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Even with the way she traces gradually lower, it hits like a surprise, the feel of her fingers around him making Cameron his, head dropping slightly. He presses a kiss to her shoulder, trying hard not to push into her hand, but it's a losing battle when it's been forever since anyone else touched him and he already wants her so badly, the soft way she says his name as irresistible as anything he's ever known. The urge to hurry along is difficult to push down, but he fights that, too, more successful on that front as his hips buck against her, just to feel something more. "Jenny," he answers, looking down at her for a moment before he kisses her, hungrier now. Fingers running higher to slip inside her underwear and rub gently over her, he groans against her mouth, torn between the desires for something slow and sweet or something fast and hard and now.

Jenny breaks away only to gasp in a breath, startled by her own body's instinctive reaction to the way he touches her, hips shifting against his hand, eager for something, anything more. David could never get to her like this, but he's also about the furthest thing from her mind right now, everything reduced to this room and the two of them, his fingers sending a jolt of electricity straight through her. Though she knew she wanted this when she told him she did, she had no idea she would want it this much, more than she than she could ever begin to articulate, the sensation an entirely new one, a phenomenal sort of agony. "Oh, Cameron," she sighs, free hand slipping around to the back of his neck to pull him into another needy kiss, the other surer where it's wrapped around him, stroking slowly but steadily. She may not know well what she's doing, but she always has been a quick learner. "Oh, I want —"

Cameron makes a kind of desperate sound against her mouth, and it feels for a moment like he has to pick which urges to fight. He can keep himself from thrusting into her hand, but he doesn't think before he slides a finger inside her, wanting just to hear her make that sound again. "Anything," he assures her again, his next kiss somewhat off center, but heartfelt. "What?" He'd give her anything she asks for, he's sure of that right now, but he's close to shaking with wanting her, wanting to tell her how good it feels to have her touch him, and all but holding his breath instead. He was hard already, but this would be embarrassing if he were in a position to think about anything but her and the faint hope she thought to have condoms on hand, because he doesn't know if he could bring himself to pull away from her now.

It's so sudden that it makes Jenny's breath catch, eyes going wide, but she shifts instinctively against his hand even so, in search of something more (it's good, so good, but it isn't what she brought him here for). "You," she says, hips lifting off the bed as much to try to get rid of the last of her clothing as to press closer to him. She doesn't have enough hands for this, and she doesn't want to wait anymore, the combination of having him hard in her hand and his finger inside her enough to shake the last of her patience. Inasmuch as she can still think at all, that makes sense, though. It may have taken them a while to get here, for her to know this was what she wanted, but once she's made up her mind on something, all she can do is go for it. "Just help me get these off, please, I want you."

Edited 2012-03-11 03:41 (UTC)

"Okay," Cameron says quickly, kissing her again, unable to protest that in the least. He wants her too much to think of dragging this out if she says now. "Okay, yes, Jenny, of course, yes." Drawing his hand back again, he reaches to help her, sliding the underwear down over her hips before he pulls away. He hates not being close to her, but it's a necessary price to pay if he wants to get his own underwear out of the way. It's incredibly awkward to do without actually getting off the bed, but at this point, he's not sure either of them actually cares, though he winds up stopping with his boxers halfway down his hips anyway. "Wait, wait, do you have — I didn't... bring any protection. I wasn't expecting..."

It isn't that Jenny has been expecting anything like this, far from presumptuous, and not just because with what she knows she's told him about her past. After only a couple of weeks together without the subject coming up at all, she's had no reason to suspect that they might wind up here so soon, the decision a spur of the moment one on her part. She's always been careful, though, and whatever choices she's made in the past that might not be able to be undone, this isn't something she would take any chances with. Better to have been ready than to wind up unprepared. "In the drawer," she says, nodding towards the nightstand, trying to ignore any self-consciousness at being naked beneath him. "I thought... it might be good to have on hand."

Cameron leans down to kiss her again for that, thankful at least one of them thought ahead. He knows these things are probably his responsibility, but he'd hate to be that presumptuous, too, as if he expected her to just decide she wanted to have sex so soon after they started dating. It isn't pressure he'd ever want to put on her, after all. Being so close to her again makes it incredibly difficult to pull away, but he does so, shifting off the bed to take off his underwear and find the condom. "I'm glad you did," he says. "Which is... my god, is that ever an understatement." He doesn't know what he would have done otherwise, except head out of the apartment half-dressed and hope no one saw him. As it is, the whole business of sitting on her bed naked as he tears the package open to roll it on is moderately embarrassing, but necessary.

"I am, too," Jenny admits, her laugh just slightly sheepish. "It felt a bit ridiculous, but we're definitely better off this way." She doesn't know what she'd have done if she hadn't, but she would absolutely have been more embarrassed to be unprepared than she is to have thought ahead. To have to stop now, or to send him out in this state in search of something, would have been mortifying to say the very least. Carefully pushing herself up on her palms until she's seated, breasts brushing against his back, she lifts her chin to press a kiss to his shoulder, then another to his neck, fingertips brushing against the toned muscle of his upper arm. "I want you too much to have to wait now."

Cameron would tell her it's not even remotely ridiculous to be prepared, but she's incredibly distracting when he can feel her pressed against him, her lips on his skin. He turns to face her, one hand finding her waist as he kisses her, trying to remind himself to take it easy. There's no need to rush even now, though he's desperate to be inside her. "I want you, too," he says, though that plainly speaks for itself at the moment. There's no need to ask if she's sure, not with the way she's talking, and he nudges her slowly, gently back to lie down again. "I have for a long time. No more waiting."

Just hearing him say that, that he's wanted her for a long time, leaves Jenny all but breathless, instinctively lying back at his prompting, gaze still fixed on him. Somehow, the very fact of that alone — not just his having wanted her, but his not having said anything, not pressuring her into it at all — makes her want him all the more, instinctively parting her legs so he can fit between them. She's nervous, all but terrified, there's no denying that, but far more than that, she's certain, and ready to be done with this anticipation. "No more waiting," she repeats with a small smile as she looks up at him, resting a hand at his shoulder. "Cameron."

Settling over her, Cameron kisses her again, nodding as he draws back. Already his heart's racing as he guides himself slowly inside her, fighting the urge to close his eyes. He wants to look at her, to see her, though with his forehead pressed to hers, that isn't easily accomplished. It doesn't matter; he just needs to be close to her, to feel her as much as possible, groaning quietly at the way she feels, so tight around him. He's already admitted to having wanted this for a long time, but he doesn't add that imagination is never as good as the real thing, kissing her instead. "Jenny..."

It's instinctive, the way she tenses under and around him, mouth falling open in a silent cry even as she slips a hand up into his hair. Jenny wasn't lying when she said she'd done this before, but there's a significant difference in having been with David and being with Cameron now, and though she'd expected as much from having had her hand around him, that couldn't really have prepared her for this. It feels good, though — good would be putting it mildly — and that's what registers most, the sharp breath she draws in leaving her in a faint, unsteady moan. "Oh, God," she murmurs, half-muffled as she tips her head up to kiss him harder, shifting beneath him as she wills herself to relax, restless and contented both. "Cameron."

Cameron kisses her back hungrily, couldn't stop himself if he tried, though it makes it that much more difficult to find a steady rhythm that isn't also rushed. He can't remember the last time he felt like this, everything gone out of his head but her. A low, throaty sound rising out of him, he paces himself despite the temptation to go fast, instead drawing slowly back, almost out of her, before pushing in again, the feel of her body around and against his enough to take his breath away even before she says his name. It's incredibly heady, not least when they've barely been together a couple of weeks and he wasn't really expecting to get around to this so soon, for once thankful to be wrong. "God, you feel so good," he says, backs of his fingers brushing along her cheek, stroking through her hair.

Speaking logically, rationally, she knows she shouldn't be surprised to hear that, that it probably has less to do with her and more with the simple fact of his being inside her. Logic has little place at a time like this, though, even for Jenny, and all she can think is that she likes the sound of it, that she wants to keep that the case. She's not the only one, after all, even if the feel and size of him are still an adjustment. Leaning into his touch, she smiles, a dazed, content sort of expression before she leans up to kiss him again, hungry in turn without being entirely aware of it. "So do you," she murmurs, hips lifting against his, a tentative but encouraging movement. "Oh, God, you do."

Careful to keep his weight on one hand, Cameron closes his eyes briefly at the way she sounds, though he likes being able to see her too much to keep that going for long. She's beautiful, as much because of who she is and how he feels about her as simple, physical fact, the expression on her face one he means to remember. There will be other times to push, to rush; now he goes slow and deep, reveling in taking the time to really feel what they're doing. Though he doesn't really believe in luck, it seems auspicious, being here with her now. A year that starts like this, feeling the way he does, can't be a bad one, not when he's so overwhelmingly content to be with her, not when he can make her feel good. "Jenny," he says, just to say her name, drawing away from her mouth only so he can kiss her jaw and her neck down to her shoulder, taking in every beautiful inch of her he can, his hand traveling along her side to keep her close.

Even having done this before (in the most technical sense, because it wasn't really anything like this), Jenny knows she's never been made to feel so beautiful, so wanted before, and without quite being able to explain why, it makes her want him all the more. Then again, she thinks it would be impossible not to; the way he touches her, kisses her, says her name, it's like she's the center of his entire world, a thought that's entirely too appealing. Letting her head fall to the side, she draws in a shallow breath, more exhilarated than she could bother trying to hide, not that she would even want to. Hand skimming slowly over his back, trying to memorize each curve of bone and muscle, she bites down hard on her lower lip, though it can't keep her from smiling, however out of place that might be at a time like this. "God, this was — such a good idea."

"A very good idea," Cameron echoes, sucking lightly at her throat. He doesn't want to leave any kind of a mark, but it's hard not to get a little carried away. She makes his head spin, though not enough to stop him from trying to kiss his way lower. Another time, he promises himself, perhaps even later tonight, he'll take the time he's never had before, use it to learn every curve and line of her body, memorize what she likes. For now, he does the best he can, letting out a muffled groan against her chest. "I can't think of a better way to start the year."

Edited 2012-03-21 21:28 (UTC)

"Me neither," Jenny agrees on an exhale, her breath catching in her throat a moment later with the way his lips brush against her skin. He could leave marks and for once she thinks she wouldn't care. Whatever troubles she may have had with the island, one thing she's been overwhelmingly grateful for is the lack of stigma attached to sex. Chances are, no one would blink, whereas home, it ruined everything. Not wanting to think about that any more than is necessary, she slides her hand back up into his hair, the most she can do with his head ducked, moaning quietly before she's realized it. She wants to say that it's about time; instead, she just moans quietly. "So good."

As much as he wants that to be true for Jenny's sake, Cameron is thankful for it for his own, too, ego admittedly bolstered. It's impossible for it not to be when she sounds like that, when he makes her sound like that. Running his hand up along her arm, he finds her hand, fingers threading through hers as he kisses her again, hips unfaltering even as he can feel the inexorable build that tells him he won't hold out too much longer.

It feels better than she ever imagined it could, really, but Jenny has the sense not to say as much, barely having the presence of mind to anyway. The most she can do is lean up into the kiss and meet his hips with her own, hardly about to be the girl who just lies there and lets whatever happen. The part of this with any real weight is long since past, but she'll still keep as much in her own hands as possible. Her fingers skim down and up his back, into his hair again, still all but marveling at the very fact of him. Other hand curling instinctively around his in turn, she pulls back only when the need for breath requires it of her, the one she draws in shaky, but deep enough to count, to let her say his name again, barely aware of doing so.

There are times when having spent so much of his lifetime being an athlete proves useful in ways that have nothing to do with sports. Cameron is in no hurry to finish this, and for the stamina that keeps him moving slow and steady even now, his mouth finding hers again. It's like he can't stop kissing her, doing anything he can to be close to her. She's everywhere, under his skin, filling his head, and he can't think of anything else he could want like this. "Jenny," he murmurs, but he's much too engaged in kissing her to bother with much of anything else now, gently squeezing her hand where it's curled with his own.

If there's anything at all to be said at a time like this — anything coherent, anyway — Jenny doesn't know what it is, and she doesn't care enough to try to figure it out now. She has too much else to be focusing on that's better, like the way he sounds saying her name and the way he feels inside her. Holding fast to him because it's all she can do, she kisses him harder, a desperate edge in the press of her lips, that alone more articulate than any words she could summon up. She's wanted a great many things in her few short years, but wanting him is something different, like it's taken on a life of its own, no longer anything she has the least bit of sway over.

When Cameron lets go of her hand, it's only so he can touch her again, hand running over her waist to slide between them and cup her breast again. There's something exquisitely beautiful about her, the simple, all-encompassing need in her kiss that he can't help but return, wanting her more than he knows how to express, even when he already has her. "Jenny," he says again, but it's a groan now, a warning, aware enough through the haze to know he's close. He slips his hand lower to touch her clit, hoping that's going to be enough. The last thing he wants is to leave her wanting, though he'd hardly mind having to make it up to her.

Jenny gasps, arching up into his touch in search of more, something, anything, what would probably make her self-conscious if she had the presence of mind left to think like that. As it is, though, there's nothing left but this, nothing she can so much as think about other than him, and the way his fingers seem to send sparks shooting through her entire body, tension building low in her and only serving to make her all the more desperate. "Oh, God," she gasps, teeth pressing hard to her lower lip before she kisses him again. "That feels —" There isn't a word for it, though, nothing about it she could even begin to try to articulate. Something so purely physical can only have a physical reaction, and she thinks he'll get it, with the needy way she presses up against him.

Fingers tracing circles, Cameron tries to nod, though it's next to impossible when he's kissing her, doing everything in his power to hold out just a little longer. He doesn't want this to end, doesn't want to let go of her or this moment, but everything ends eventually. She feels too good around him, and it isn't much longer before he comes, groaning against her mouth. "Jenny," he gasps, hips stuttering against hers, trying to keep moving for her sake even as all he wants to do is let go completely, disappear in the utter bliss of this.