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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 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."

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"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.

Somehow, though it shouldn't, it comes as a surprise, mostly because Jenny can't help thinking that she's the one who got him there. It isn't the first time, of course (for the two of them, yes, but not for her), and the same would have happened if he'd been with someone else, she's sure of it, but he isn't. She's the one who's here now, her name on his lips, and that's as stunning as the way she makes him feel, body tensing with what she knows must be herself getting close, too. "Oh, oh, god —" she manages to get out, gasping for breath, and then, suddenly, she's gone, too, clinging to him as the only way to see her through it, head tipping back and eyes fallen shut as she lets out a moan.

It's a relief, though admittedly eclipsed by the other, when Cameron feels her coming, too. He buries his face against her shoulder, stifling another low sound, slowly going still. The way her hands hold tight to him is comforting, the word striking him as strange and out of place at a time like this, but no less accurate for it. There's something about her that simply feels right, and it needs no further explanation, that alone enough for him. After a few moments, he draws back, breath still shallow, ridding himself quickly of the condom before pulling her to him. As much as he'd like to just linger, there are drawbacks to doing so, let continuing to support himself when he mostly just wants to relax, as he does now, a loose-limbed pile beside her, leaning in for another kiss.

Even if she wanted to, which she absolutely doesn't, Jenny's not sure she could do anything but lean into his touch, curling against him at his prompting. A part of her, more so now than before, with everything actually done, can't shake a slight feeling of self-consciousness, but that hardly matters. It's worth it to be here beside him, his skin warm against hers, her own breaths still shallow and shaky as she tips her head up to kiss him again. There are things she could or should probably be saying, but for once, she's at a loss for words, albeit momentarily, and she can't even mind it much. "Mm," she hums contentedly, fingers brushing against his jaw. "Happy new year, indeed."

"Happy new year," Cameron murmurs, leaning his head against hers. Though his heart is racing, everything feels so warmly subdued, so quiet and easy. He reaches down to draw the sheet up over them, mostly in an effort to keep her warm and provide some half-thought through level of modesty. If there's anywhere else he would rather be, any other way he would be as happy celebrating, he can't think of it. As wonderful as it would be to go home, he doesn't think he could give up this night. Hand smoothing over her back, he kisses her again, soft and slow.

If there's anything else to be said, Jenny doesn't care what it is, shifting closer to lean into the kiss. Even so near him, though, there's nothing heated about it now, everything drawn out and lazy, filled with a quiet sort of contentment. She can barely stop shaking, but that, too, is an entirely pleasant sensation, if only because of its cause. There isn't a thing about this she could ever object to. Eyes falling half-shut, she parts her lips against his, gentle as she deepens the kiss, more because she can than anything else.

Now with her curled against him, it's Cameron's turn to follow her lead, letting her determine how this goes, his hands moving slowly down her back just to feel the soft expande of skin beneath his palm. She's exquisite. He's thought that virtually since he met her, but now, with her naked in his arms, warm and sweet, it's utterly impossible to ignore. "Jenny," he murmurs, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "This is... not how I expected tonight to go, but... I'm glad we're here."

"Me, too," Jenny murmurs, the words leaving her mouth unbidden, utterly true. A few hours ago, she wouldn't have seen this coming at all, not the sort of girl to rush into anything physical, but then, after the first time, so much of that weight is gone that there wasn't any reason to wait, not when she knew she wanted him. Feeling this good beside him now, she can't think it was anything other than the exact right thing to do. "To both of those things."

Thumb brushing over her cheek, Cameron kisses her again. He doesn't want to stop, has no reason to stop, and if ever there was a time to give in to such desires, it's here with her. What he expected was to walk her back up here, maybe make out, and go back to his place alone. Now he intends to stay where he is until she gives him a signal to do otherwise.

Though she's exhausted still, more than she would have anticipated being, Jenny is only eager to lean into his kiss, eyes half-shut. Even this part, she thinks, is better than what she's known before. She just never realized then that it could be this different, so warm and satisfying. As long as she feels this good, as long as she has him here, she means to make this last, back arching so she can press closer.

He can feel her pressing against him, warm and sweet, and there's something to it Cameron's not sure he's ever really felt before. He wouldn't call it something as serious as love, and certainly not as soon as this, but it's something, a progression of what was already there, a strong sense he would do anything in the world it took to protect her, to keep her safe and happy. Arms slipping more tightly around her, he smiles against her mouth. "You're incredible."

Jenny wants to bask in that and to tell him that she's no such thing, but that is, she thinks, one of the many nice things about this. There are no pretenses, there's nothing about her he doesn't really know; if he thinks that, it's an opinion based in fact, on a whole picture, and especially considering the kind of life he comes from, she can't pretend that isn't flattering. "Am I?" she asks, teasing, and kisses him again, soft. "That makes two of us, then."

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