Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the arrangement of the words used. They belong to Barbara Hall and whoever else would take legal action if I claimed I owned the characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: According to the actual owners of this story, this story would be out of character, but I disagree. It's a quick fic, but I think you'll get the jest. It was 1 AM when I wrote this story and a little after 2 AM when I decided to post it - so don't be too harsh in your reviews. Please feel free to use my fic as an inspiration to a future story; I'd love to read it.
We both had to lie to our parents to get here. We're in a camper. I don't want my first time to be in a camper. I don't want my first time to be now. I'm not ready. Neither is he, I'm pretty sure of that. But, he kisses me so passionately that it wakes up all kind of new feelings, making me near breathless and logic less clear.
"Adam." I manage as I feel his hand move up the back of my shirt. It's such a confusing feeling until it kicks in just how afraid of the physical action that he seems to be suggesting.
"Adam." I repeat again, but muster up enough strength from my trembling voice to add more. "No."
His hand leaves my back, falling onto his stomach as he rolls over onto his back, giving me space. I feel like crying. I don't want him to be mad at me, but I can't do what he wants.
"Are you mad at me?" I ask him, pleading him not to be.
He shakes his head and tells me quietly, "You aren't ready. I understand."
I manage a smile through the tears welling up in my eyes and move to lay my head in the crook of his shoulder. Gently, his right hand moves around my waist, as if to encourage me to stay there with him.
His lips brush my forehead in an innocent kiss. "I can wait." He says trying to reassure me, as his left hand runs through my hair, soothing me to sleep.