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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 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.

Reluctant though she is to put any distance between them at all, Jenny eases back slowly, carefully, at his prompting, weight on her palms and then her elbows before she's lying down completely, eyelids fluttering closed. Being so torn between patience and eagerness is a difficult line to walk, but for now, she's more than content to enjoy this, the way he touches her and his mouth on her neck prompting a small, soft sound from the back of her throat. None of this is really new, and yet it feels like it is; somehow, being with Cameron has infused all of this with a meaning she never thought it could have, a thought that's almost frightening when she considers that they've barely even done anything. It can go a long way, it turns out, when it isn't about the act itself. "You're still —" she starts, almost a gasp, one hand sliding up into his hair as the other moves between them, fumbling for his trousers. "You're still overdressed."

Cameron's ready to say that's alright, that he isn't concerned about his clothes so much as her state of undress, but what comes out instead is a startled groan, the brush of her hand making his hips jerk forward before he can think to stop himself. Keeping his mind off how badly he wants more is difficult enough without her hand moving against him, entirely impossible with it. He doesn't want to rush this, but a desperate litany of stats really isn't much guard against the desire for more, anything else, and he gives up on his plan to make his way slowly downwards, instead drawing back enough that he can drag his tongue over her nipple before he responds. "Can you reach?" he asks, hoping the answer's yes so he doesn't have to stop, the taste of her skin irresistible as he sucks her nipple between his lips, hand moving down up thigh.

Jenny means to respond, the question simple enough, but he's made that momentarily too difficult, a faint whine catching in her throat at the way his mouth feels. Back arching, head tipped back against the pillow, it's like everything in her is pulled tight, and all it does is make her want more. She told him she'd done this before, and she thinks now that might have been wrong; before, everything seemed entirely overrated to her, a formality, something to just go through the motions of, not remotely like this. His hands, his mouth, they're both electric, and it's all she can do to remember what it was she'd meant to be doing anyway, swallowing hard to work up the ability to speak. "I — I think so," she says with a slight nod. She has to strain a bit to try to reach, but she does manage to get them undone, pushing fabric down as best she can. "God, that feels good."

"Good," Cameron echoes, shifting enough to let his pants slide further down, though he doesn't want to move enough to take them off yet, careful not to get tangled in them. Drawing back just enough to kiss his way across her chest, he draws her other nipple into his mouth, somewhere between slowly enjoying the moment and determined to make sure she does. "That's what I want." Just to make her feel good, to watch her like this, unbelievably exquisite — there couldn't possibly be a better way to begin a year. He smooths a hand slowly up her thigh, tracing soft skin, and he wants so badly to do everything at once, his usual patience worn thin.

Somehow, that doesn't strike Jenny as a surprise, though the words hit hard anyway, warm and wonderful and any number of other things. He's always been like that, she thinks, practically since they met, always wanting to do right by her, to make sure she was happy. It's no wonder that the same applies in bed, too. Another soft sound catching unbidden in the back of her throat, she slides a hand gently into his hair, not able to do much else yet given his position, but not about to hurry him along when just this feels so good. "I want the same for you, you know," she says, voice light. "I do."

Cameron eases back up to kiss her, soft and slow, weight on his arms as he leans close. "I know," he murmurs. Sweet isn't necessarily the first word anyone would associate with Jenny, but she is, and he expected nothing less. It's how it should be, he thinks. There have been girls he didn't really care about much, and he can't pretend they weren't fun at the time, but it's different with someone he cares about, someone he really wants to take the time for, not just because it's the considerate thing to do, but because he wants to give her that. He wants to know he made her feel good, no one else, just them tonight. He traces his fingers along the inside of her thigh, gradually higher. "And it will. I will. It already does."

Shifting under his touch, a half-conscious attempt at getting more, something, anything, Jenny leans up enough to kiss him again, one hand at his jaw, the other between them. She hardly knows what she's doing, more inexperienced than she would actually have wanted to admit to being, no matter how worried she was about telling him that this wouldn't be her first time, but she knows enough, and instinct takes care of the rest. Backs of her fingers brushing down his chest, they find the edge of fabric and slip beneath, curling around the length of him, more to encourage than to accomplish anything else. "Good," she says on an exhale, breaths coming short and shallow, eyes wide as she looks up at him. "Cameron."

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."

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"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.