She was nervous, as she had a right to be; This was her first time with a man, and the setting was definitely not what she had in mind. The air in the basement of the Mystery Shack was different, colder. A more mechanical feel surrounded her senses, the lights on the machines seemed to hum in the background, but she focused past it. His hands were shaking just the slightest bit as he cupped her angled face, and they were warm. A calming sensation that seemed to block out the rest of her surroundings.

Ness smiled softly as she looked up at Ford, who mirrored her expression.

"Beautiful. You are absolutely stunning." He breathed out, his hot breath ghosting over her. She fought the tremble that threatened her spine, and reached a hand up to grasp the lapel of his trenchcoat.

"I...Thank you." She whispered, her cheeks blushing a subtle pink. She wasn't sure what to say, she had never been in this position.

28 years and she had never shown interest in a man, or even a woman. For a bit there, she thought there was something wrong with her. Until she met him; Ford caught her attention so quickly she wasn't sure what to think. Out of all the people she had met in her life, this older man seemed to be the only one able to spark those feelings in her.

"I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you...Vanessa." He spoke again, his hand caressing her skin now. There was a look in his eye that she couldn't quite explain. Adoration, infatuation, love...But she was caught off guard, as he almost never said her full name. It caused knots to form in her stomach, dropping down between her thighs and she fought the urge to squeeze her knees together.

"I could say the same about you, Stanford." She breathed out, her face pink now as she caught his eye again. Ford simply smiled, before moving closer, leaning down to close the small space between them. His lips were chapped, and warm, and moved slowly against her own. One of his six fingered hands moved to run through her hair, where he gently grasped a handfull, tilting her head slightly to allow more access. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her breath shaky against his as she felt him press on.

He took a step closer, then another, and before she realized what he was doing, her back hit the edge of his desk, a suprised gasp broke their kiss.

"Ness..." Ford breathed out, moving to kiss the corner of her mouth, trailing down smoothly to her jawline, and down her neck, soft kisses and the occasional nip brought wanton sighs and gasps from her plump lips, her head leaning further back as the sensations warmed her core. Her hands slipped from his jacket, finding his broad shoulders.

"I want you." He whispered against the crook of her neck and shoulder, the warmth and vibration of his voice caused a small shiver to rack her body. Ford had no idea just how much he was affecting her; Her knees were shaking, her thin fingers grasping onto his jacket as she attempted to steady her breathing. She could feel the warmth in her face as her eyes slipped shut, and Ford took the oppurtinity to suck on her soft skin, bringing forward a deep purple bruise she would boast later. Ness let out a whimper of a moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she absent mindedly pushed her hips against his.

Ford pulled away then, glancing at her with a smidgen of concern in his deep brown eyes. He pulled his hand away from her hair to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking over her high cheekbone. Ness slowly opened her eyes, and he didn't fail to notice the glossy look in her gaze, or the way her pupils were blown wide, the almost golden hue of color just a sliver along black.

"Are you alright?" He asked, clearly concerned. She wondered why he had stopped, but realized that maybe he had never had this effect on a woman before. It would be embarassing, had her mind not been clouded by this thick cloud of lust.

Ness nodded her head quickly, a small smile on her lips.

"I'm great, actually. I just...I've never felt this before." She admitted, and she was hoping dearly Ford caught her meaning. His brows rose, an almost cocky smirk crossing his lips.

"Well, good to know I haven't lost my touch." He joked, and Ness let out a breathy laugh, before shaking her head, her expression dropping to seriousness.

"Ford, I mean...I've never done this before." Ness clarified, her eyes scanning his face for his reaction. Ford knit his brows together, before he made an 'O' face. It would have been adorable if it weren't under the circumstances.

He moved a hand to awkwardly scratch the back of his head, a look of contemplation changing his features. Ness looked concerened, worried that he would back off and call it quits.

"So you, you're a..Ah..Virgin?" He asked, his naturally deep voice almost cracked at the word, and it brought a small, sheepish smile to her own lips. Ness nodded her head at this, before moving her hands to his face. Ford stopped fidgeting once her hands touched him, his arm dropping to his side as he looked at her.

"I want it to be you, Ford. I have never felt this way about anyone, ever. I just...I was hoping it would be you." Her words faltered near the end, her eyes scanning his face in earnest. And then he smiled, that warm, soft smile that brought butterflies to her stomach.

"Vanessa, I would be honered." He spoke, and she saw the inner nerd appear for a moment, bringing forth a broad smile on her lips. Her hands pulled him down quickly, her lips meeting his in a deep kiss. Ford was smiling against her lips, reaching up to place his hands over her own, gently pulling them away from his face. Ness pouted slightly when he pulled away, his hands still holding hers.

"But not here. No, this is special. It needs to be done right." He announced, gently squeezing her hands. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her face almost hurt from all the smiling. What on earth had she done to deserve this man?

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He had led her up the elevator, abondoning his work at the moment with her hand in his. He led her up the stairs, and through the secret vending machine door. The Shack was quiet, and dark, the clock reading something around 1:00 in the morning, but she couldn't quite tell. He said nothing as he let her through the Employees Only door, taking her inside the living part of the Shack and heading up more stairs. Ness noticed the T.V was on in the living room, and she caught a quick glimpse of Stan dozed off in the single chair.

She wondered what he would think of her and his brother. They had kept if a secret this entire time, not wanting to offend Stan, as it was obvious he had a thing for her as well. She loved Stan, but more as a father figure, or even a brother. Ford, however...

"I apologize for the mess...I haven't really lived here in thirty years." He joked lightly in a hushed tone, minding the Twins asleep in the attic. Ness giggled lightly, before he led her into his old bedroom. She had never been in his room before, their secret meetings only happened in the basement, surrounded by machines and beeping lights.

She stepped inside, looking around with a small smile on her face. It was so...Ford. There was a couch pushed up against the wall, knickknacks and piles of books sat atop the few surfaces in the room. On the other side of the open space there was a bed, one that she assumed he barely used.

"Is this alright?" He asked, breaking the silence between them. Ness turned around, giving him a warm smile, and a nod of her head.

"This is perfect. Better than what I imagined." And she wasn't lying. In her head, she imagined she would lose it in the basement. It wasn't ideal.

"I'm glad." He replied, before moving to embrace her once again.

Ness welcomed him with open arms, placing her hands on his shoulders as he leaned down to kiss her. It began like all of his kisses, sweet and simple. But this one was different, as lust was driving his motions, the desire to please her very present. Ness felt her breath escape her, as his tongue slipped past her lips in one smooth motion, his hands finding her hips. His thumbs rubbed circles along her, gently pulling her closer to him until they were chest to chest. Ford was much taller than her, and the way he leaned over her, her head tilted back to expose her neck, brought an oppurtinity to the older man. He left her mouth, trailing kisses and soft bites down her neck to her shoulder, tracing over the mark he had left her with just moments before. Except he didn't stop there, instead letting his lips trail futher down, while his hands smoothly slid upwards, under the soft fabric of her shirt.

She noticed the extra fingers when his hands touched her, like he was able to feel more of her than anyone else, his hands large and calloused from years of labor and fighting. She often times forgot just what this man had been through, with the way he treated her. Like a goddess. But despite his years of hardening, his hands still shook when he touched her, like the man he was before wasn't completely gone.

"Ford..." She breathed out, feeling his hands slide up, almost touching her breasts, before ghosting back down to land on her hips. Ness was burning up, her skin felt like it was on fire as he teased her with just the simplest of touches, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him. So her fingers dropped from his shoulders, to his chest. She pushed the jacket off his shoulders, and Ford manuevered his arms to let it drop to the floor in a heap, leaving him in just his sweater.

As though they were taking turns, Ford moved to grasp the hem of her shirt, moving to pull it off, but not before asking, "Is this okay?" against her neck. Ness nodded quickly, "Yes, please." It came out as a whimper, one that showed Ford just how desperate she was at the moment. It brought forward a sense of pride in the older man, and he made quick work of the shirt, pulling if off her her before letting it drop in the growing pile beside them.

And they continued, although it seemed almost unfair. Ford had removed almost all of her clothing, leaving her in her bra and matching panties, whilst he stood before her fully clothed. Ness was blushing furiously as Ford kissed down her chest, torwards her small but rounded breasts. She could feel his hand slide up her spine, and in a split second the clasp was undone, the bra falling loosely on her arms.

"Ford...Y-You're still-Ah!" She went to complain about his clothes, but was brought to a halt when his lips closed around her nipple, bringing the sensative bud into his mouth before gently nipping her. Her fingers moved to grasp his hair, which was suprisingly soft, as the man just about knelt before her. His mouth found her left nipple, while his hand began working the right, the tremble in his fingers gone as he gently kneaded her breast. She could feel his large hand press against the small of her back, bringing her closer to him. She let out shaky breaths and light moans as he tweaked and worked her breasts, her knees literally shaking as she grasped his hair for support.

"You're perfect, Ness." He breathed out, his hot breath spilling against her chest and causing goosebumps to rise on her arms. "I can't believe how responsive you are, either." He added, a thoughtful tone in his voice as he gently pinched her nipple, causing a suprised gasp to escape her lips.

"Ah! F-Ford, please." She breathed out, her eyes slipping shut as he moved in once again. She wasn't sure what she was pleading for, either. For him to continue? To stop and work on the unbearable throbbing between her thighs? As though Ford could read her mind, his right hand left her breast, sliding down the smooth expanse of her stomach to hook into her panties, bringing them down to her thighs. It gave him just enough room to slip his hand between her legs, where his long fingers gently touched her.

Ness let out a shaken moan as she felt his finger slide along her soaking folds, caressing the bundle of nerves at the hood before dipping into into her just the slightest. He groaned softly against her chest, repeating the action.

"You're so wet.." He gasped out, his hands beginning to shake once more. Ness noticed this, and gripped his hair tighter, pushing her hips against his hand in an attempt for more. If she was feeling this aroused, she couldn't imagine how Ford was feeling. She was almost positive he was in pain, the confines of his pants still trapping him. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth then, tugging on his hair to get his attention. Ford looked up at her, and she managed a small smile.

"Let me help you." She whispered, before pulling away. Ford let her move, taking a step back as she gently dropped to her knees before him. His chest tightened at the sight, watching her as she pulled her bra off the rest of the way before reaching towards his belt with trembling hands. She worked the belt off, pulling on the button of his slacks and yanking the zipper down a littly hastily. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she slipped her hand into his pants, grasping his heavy member in her petite fingers and pulling it out.

The gasp that escaped her lips brought a furious blush to Fords cheeks as he watched her.

"Geeze, Ford...I don't know how this is going to work." She commented, half jokingly and half completely serious. Ford ran a hand through his specked grey hair, the blush extending to his ears. Ness was red as well, holding his rather large shaft in her hands was daunting, but she couldn't resist the urge to lean forward and dart her tongue along the head, earning her a sharp gasp from Ford.

The noise brought a spike of pleasure down her spine, hitting her stomach like a stone. She wanted to hear more, and with that, she drew him into her mouth.

The taste was not what she was expecting, salty and musky. But she enjoyed the feel of his velvety skin on her tongue, and the noises he made when she began bobbing her head. Her tongue was pushed flat as she tried to fit more of his girth in her mouth. It seemed impossible, so she used her hands to work what she couldn't fit. From Fords deep moans and sharp gasps, she assumed she was doing well.

His hand reached down to grasp her hair gently, and he fought hard to control the primal urge to thrust his hips forward. She was inexperienced, but just this was going to bring him to his peak before he was ready. No, he didn't want to let that happen.

"Ness," He breathed out, his hand trembling against her scalp, and she looked up at him, his cock in her mouth and her eyes wide and seemingly innocent. Ford moaned at the sight, before gently pushing her away. She breathed out, her hands still around him before giving him a quizzical look. Ford simply shook his head, his breath caught in his throat. It had been quite a long time since he's done this, and it was definitely taking it's toll on the older man.

"I won't last much longer if you keep that up," He admitted, "This night is about you, remember?" He smiled softly. Ness released him, before standing up, grasping his sweater with her fingers. Ford closed his eyes as she pulled the sweater off him, followed by a soft gasp.

Her fingers found one of the many scars that adorned his broad chest, one that was almost to fit to belong to a man of his age.

"Oh, Ford.." She whispered, tearing her eyes away from his torso to look at him. He gave her a reassuring look, placing his hand on her cheek.

"It's okay, Ness. I'm alright." He breathed against her lips, before kissing her once. "Now, back to the matter at hand." He joked lightly, moving his arms to her shoulders and the backs of her knees, suddenly hoisting her up into his arms. Ness gasped loudly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her toward the bed on the other side of the room.

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They finally lay together, completely naked and tangled into a beautiful mess. He was above her, pressed against her chest firmly as he simply kissed her, their tongues dancing yet again. Ness wasn't concerned about time, as she felt like the world has stopped around them.

Slender legs spread for him, resting on either side of his waist as she felt him, pressing against her hip. One of his hands rested on her cheek, the other caressed her thigh and backside, a soothing motion as he knew how nervous she was. He, himself, was nervous. It had been 30 long years since he's felt a woman like this.

"Are you ready?" He broke the kiss, looking into her eyes with that same look of lust, and adoration. Ness gave him a warm smile, her hand reaching up to touch his face.

"Definitely." No hesistation or nervousness in her voice, as she knew that this was it. He was the man she wanted to give this to, no doubts about it.

Ford sat up, adjusting himself between her legs. His face was red yet again, as his eyes skimmed her body. With a little aligning, and a soft caress of her thigh, Ford pressed against her, slowly sinking into the hot heat. Ness gasped, her fingers finding his shoulders as he pressed on, stretching painfully until she felt she could take no more. Her nails had dug into his broad shoulders, her breath shaking between whimpers and hitched gasps. Ford himself let out a deep, gutteral moan as he finally came to a stop.

"Christ almighty, Ford...You're huge." She gasped out, her legs shaking around his waist. Ford let out a shaken breath, shaking his head.

"I'm only halfway there, Ness."

Ness' eyes widened as she attempted to look down between them, but she was stopped when Ford gently grasped her chin, smashing his lips against hers before thrusting quickly against her, forcing himself deep. Ness practically screamed against his lips, and Ford managed to muffle the sound with his embrace. Her nails had broke the skin on his shoulders now, but he didn't care, not when she was like this.

"I'm sorry." He gasped, stroking her bottom lip as he pulled away. Ness opened her eyes then, shaking her head as she clenched her legs around his waist.

"Don't be. Now please, move." She managed, despite the feeling he was giving her. She felt full, like she couldn't breathe almost. The pain was fading, like a dull throb in her core, but the aching need for him to move overwhelmed her.

Ford was quick to comply, rocking his hips against her, and it took every once of will in his being to not ravage her. He gently grasped her thigh, squeezing slightly as he moved, his other hand grasping the sheets beneath them. Soft grunts mixed with her trembling moans and whimpers filled the room.

Ness felt the pain, it was still there, but there was an urge for more, and she ran her hands up along his neck to his hair, burying them in the soft stands with a gentle tug. Ford looked down at her, a small smile pulling at his lips as he worked, and Ness smiled back.

"More, please." She breathed out, and Ford was more than happy to oblige.

Her whimpers slowly morphed into moans, long and wanton as he thrust against her. Ford was no expert when it came to sex, but he knew enough about human anatomy to put it to use. So when he felt she was ready, he grasped her hips, angling her in a position that allowed him to rub against that one spot inside her, and he couldn't stop the smirk that pulled on his lips when she cried out, her fingers grasping his hair tighter now.

"Ah! Ford!" Her eyes widened slightly as she experienced this new sensation, before suddenly clenching shut. Her toes curled on their own accord, hips raised as she rode out her first orgasm, hitting her like a hurricane. Ness couldn't begin to explain the sensations; Tingling, electric, and absolutely mindblowing.

Her walls tightened and pulled around him, and Ford couldn't hold on anymore, letting himself go with a deep moan. He grasped her hips and yanked her closer, burying himself to the hilt as he finally reached his peak. Ness felt the warmth seep into her, an oddly satisfying feeling, before he gently removed himself. She let out a soft gasp at the feeling, suddenly so empty.

She watched Ford through lidded eyes as sat up. His hair was a mess, his cheeks still red as he fought to catch his breath. Ness grinned at the older man; He may be old, but he's definitely still got it. Ford caught her expression, and smiled back, running a hand through his hair.

"That was...Amazing." He sighed, a content look in his eye. She reached her hands out, and he grabbed them, helping her to sit before she grasped his face and yanked him down. With a simple kiss on the lips,

"I couldn't agree more."