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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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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.

"I know," Jenny says, a little softer, though she can't help the throaty sound of her voice for the way his lips press against her neck. It's important that he know that much, though, even if only to her. She's never felt rushed at all by him, maybe especially not now, and she would never want him to think otherwise. Any eagerness is entirely her own, and only heightened for that fact. There's no rush, she just isn't overly inclined to take her time. Starting on the buttons of his shirt once the knot of his tie is undone, going by feel more than sight, she exhales a laugh. "I still think we ought to even things up a little more."

"By all means," Cameron murmurs, tracing his way down her shoulder to her collarbone. If that's what she wants, he certainly has no objection, even if he's itching to start on her corset, too. There's only so long even he can hold out, the wait sweet torture as it is. Even sitting slanted toward her seems like too much waste space between them, and after a moment, he slides his hands back beneath her, tugging her onto his lap. Kissing her on the lips, he runs his hands up her waist again, one just barely inching higher. "But then I want to get this off of you."

"Yes," Jenny says, barely getting the word out before kissing him again, the very idea almost startlingly appealing. She might already be the least dressed of the two, but just hearing him say that sends a thrill through her, especially when coupled with the way his hand is moving higher, still not high enough. When it comes to sex, she may not really know as much as she's acted like she does, but there isn't a doubt in her mind about what she wants. Shifting a little on his lap, pressing closer, she finishes with the buttons on his shirt, fingers trailing back up his chest. "Absolutely. I — I'm all for it."

It would be easy enough now to shrug out of his shirt, but to do so would require Cameron to let go of her, and he doesn't want to just now. Kissing her tenderly, he moves his hand again, gently cupping her breast, this thumb running over the skin just above her corset. Between that and the way she shifts against him, it's increasingly difficult to ignore the way he's reacting, but he pushes thoughts of that aside for now, intent on taking his time here. She's enthralling — always has been, in one way or another. There are so many things about her he's adored for some time now, but when it comes to the physical things, there's been little enough he could or would do to express that before tonight. "Feeling a little more even now?"

Instinctively pressing into his hand, Jenny hums her agreement, eyes half-lidded. "It's a start," she murmurs, voice breathy. They're still nowhere close to what she wants, but when every step they take is one farther than they've gone before, she can't not enjoy that. They're definitely on the same page, though, when it comes to wanting to get her corset off. Now that he's finally touching her, she longs for more of it, that slight brush of skin like a jolt of electricity. As much as she can without pulling away from him, she pushes his shirt off his shoulders, leaning in for another kiss. She's not sure she could ever get sick of that.

It's a start, that's true, but with the way she sounds and feels, it's far from enough. Cameron brushes a hand through her hair as he kisses her, then makes a decision, abrupt but sure. As much as he's enjoying this, and though he still intends to take his time with her, they both want more, and besides, the couch is hardly an ideal location for their first time. Letting go of her to let the shirt slide off, he wraps his arms securely around her, then gets carefully to his feet, wanting neither to drop her nor to let go of her long enough to change locations. Reluctant though he is to stop kissing her, it's momentarily necessary. "Which way is your room?"

Surprising as it is when he lifts her up, there's something undeniably appealing about his doing so (not to mention the fact that he can at all). Letting out a breathless laugh before she can respond, Jenny tips her head back in the direction of the bedroom, not sure whether she's more disappointed or pleased for the expanded Compound rooms. It means it's longer until they can properly do anything, but with him holding her up, her arms around his neck and legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, she's not in as much of a hurry as she could be. "Just over there," she says, an exhale, before she leans in to kiss him briefly. "Through that door."

Even as he starts forward, Cameron can't help himself, a hand curling in her hair as he kisses her again. The way it feels with her legs around him just makes him want her that much more, and he has to do something about that, even if it comes at the expense of his being able to see clearly. He doesn't want to let go of her for a second, not until he can set her on the bed. Breaking away only to check the path ahead of him so he doesn't knock her into the wall on accident, difficult though it is, he resists kissing her again just yet, at least until they're through the doorway and he can nudge it shut behind them. No one else may be here or going to be, but absolute privacy is preferable. "What do you think?" he asks, mouth barely removed from hers. "Better in here?"

"Much," Jenny agrees, instinctively leaning towards him, though she still has sense enough not to . Not a whole lot has actually changed in the past few moments, but they're still closer to where she wants to be, the bed being far preferable to the couch for something like this (not that she would be entirely opposed to the couch either, but it wouldn't be right for a night like this, their first time together if not individually. There may be little ceremony left in it for her, but it means something, too). "God, you can finally get me out of this thing." Admittedly, she's as eager to be rid of it as much for comfort as anything else. She'd have been short of breath just from what they've done so far anyway, and a corset certainly isn't helping with that.

It's not far before Cameron's able to set her down on the bed, slow and careful, kissing her again once he's done so. Whether it's just that it's her or in part because it's been ages since he's actually been with anyone, he can already feel his heart racing as he runs his hands over her back, up along the line of laces. "I don't know how you manage it to begin with," he admits, sitting down beside her, "but right now, I'm pretty glad you do. Here, turn around." He wants to make sure he can see what he's doing — and, for that matter, avoid getting overly distracted as he goes.

No matter how much she doesn't want to stop kissing him, Jenny has the sense enough left to know that she doesn't want to waste time (as if it could even be considered that) on something they'll be able to keep doing in a few moments, once she's considerably less clothed. Nodding, she does as instructed, drawing her hair over her shoulder again and turning her head. She's unbelievably nervous, there's no denying that, entirely too aware of the way her blood rushes under her skin and the erratic beat of her heart. This is nothing new, but it's still new to him, and she wants so much for him to be pleased with what he sees. That isn't enough for her to hold back. "What, you like it?" she asks, teasing, one corner of her mouth lifting a little. "I'm not entirely sure how I manage it either, honestly."

Cameron huffs out a laugh, leaning close so he can press a kiss to her cheek first. "What's not to like?" Even now, it just isn't in his nature to be overly forward, but there's no real point in being bashful or anything less than honest either. They're young and at the start of a relationship, and it would be ridiculous, if not insulting, to try and pretend he doesn't find her devastatingly attractive. Drawing back from where his hands run over her waist, he starts working slowly at the laces, careful not to tug too much in his attempt to loosen them instead. "I mean, for me. I know it's part of the fashion and all, but I'm very appreciative." He leans closer again, kissing the skin exposed by where she's pulled her hair out of the way. "For you, on the other hand, it just seems like kind of a pain."

"It is," Jenny admits, voice breathy. Even now, she won't pretend otherwise, finding all of these clothes, for the most part, to be too much trouble. With him loosening the corset, though, and the mere brush of his lips sending an electric jolt through her, it's hard to mind that as much as she would otherwise. "I think right now it might be worth it." If he appreciates it that much, then it definitely is, especially now that they won't have to deal with it for much longer. Slightly nerve-wracking as all of this may be, the way it feels to have him say these things about her and doing such tender things more than overrides it. Glancing back at him, she asks, "Think you'll be just as appreciative once it's out of the way?"

"Much, much more so," Cameron says honestly, lifting his head to kiss her. There's plenty to appreciate about that, after all. It would be ridiculous to pretend he doesn't want to see her naked, doesn't want to have sex with her, and those things are more than reason enough to be thankful she wants this. More than that, though, it's the sheer intimacy of helping her undo her corset and knowing this is what she wants, of being allowed these things. The mix of all these things, of trust and affection, adrenaline and desire, is a little overwhelming, but he stays as steady as he can, working at the laces.

Jenny's hands lift to the top of the corset as its laces grow looser, less out of any sense of modesty than so she can be the one to let it fall rather than having it slump forward haphazardly. She has nothing to hide, especially not now, when she believes every word he says (it's Cameron, she thinks; if there's anyone here who's trustworthy, it's him), but whatever she might have lost previously, she can still make sure this goes right, to take what she still has and make the most of it. "Well, I don't know," she teases because it's easiest to do so, watching him as best she can. "You've not seen much yet, you could still be proven wrong."

As he finishes with the last of her laces, Cameron bends down to press a soft kiss to her back. "It doesn't matter," he says. He knows she's probably just kidding, but he means it all the same. "It's you." She's what's important here, beautiful to him at all times. Running his fingers slowly down her exposed skin, smooth and warm, he kisses her neck. As far as he's concerned, there's nothing more he could want or ask for than what she has to give.

From anyone else, it would probably be a ridiculous sort of line. Coming from Cameron, though, it's nearly enough to make her heart stop, breath catching, if only because she knows he means it. More than any physical attraction she's had to him, more than the appeal of the life he comes from, it's the amount of trust she knows she can put him in that's brought her here now, more certain than ever that she's made the right decision. Swallowing hard, she shifts to face him again, legs drawn up underneath her, and sets the corset aside. "Yes," she murmurs. "It is."

Cameron draws in a deep breath, taking in the sight of her, caught between not wanting to let his gaze linger over-long and having trouble looking away. More than that, though, he wants her closer, reaching for her before he's though about it, his hands at her waist as he leans in to kiss her. He has this absurd impulse to thank her, though he doesn't, his mouth better engaged now. It's different, he's realized, from girl to girl, and while some reactions are, quite clearly, the same in every case, the rest depends on who he's with. All this ceremony, the time taken, the newness of it all, Jenny herself — this is something special, something different. She's different, this utterly seductive blend of youth and experience, innocence and knowing, which makes the barely noticeable edge of self-consciousness unspeakably appealing, like an unspoken challenge to show her just how beautiful she is. Drawing closer, he slides a hand up her side, fingers tracing the curve of her breast, moving slowly over soft skin.

Anxious as she's been, there's something relieving in it now, Jenny finds, no longer having to worry about the removing of her corset and able to get more caught up in the here and now because of it. Just the way his fingers brush her skin is enough to leave her wanting more, back arching to lean further into his touch, her lips parting against his. There are still plenty of clothes to be rid of — he has her at a major disadvantage, still being half-dressed as he is — but this is a start, infinitely better than they were even a few moments ago just for what this enables him to do. She would always have suspected that he would be wonderful, but this is something else entirely, the mix of reverence and desire utterly heady. It's never been like this before, and she thinks, suddenly, that the idea of sex is all the more appealing because of it.

Taking her reactions for encouragement, Cameron slips his hand higher to cup her breast, thumb brushing gently over her nipple. As much as he wants to be able to see her, he'd rather kiss her, eyes shut as he takes in every soft sound and motion, the way she feels against him. It's impossible to completely ignore how much he wants her and how hard he is already, but he tries to put it out of his mind. Taking their time, getting the chance to touch her, it's as much for his sake as it is for hers. He's been waiting for this for what feels like forever, more than he wanted to admit, and he wants to enjoy it, to enjoy her, as much as he wants this to be what she wants. Urging her slowly back, he turns his attention to kissing his way down her neck.