And here we are! Jamie and Cathy's first night together. Sorry if it sucks; this was my first honest attempt at writing sex. XD

The stuff in italics at the end are from Happy Anniversary, from The Camie Chronicles.

Their First

She knew, in the pit of her stomach, that it would be soon. Everyone did this at some point. Or…most people did. It was perfectly normal to be nervous, of course. So she really didn't need to worry about it.

She sighed, fixing her pajama top. She couldn't hide out in the bathroom forever. She ran her brush through her hair a few more times before she opened the door and walked out.

Jamie was lounging on the bed, reading the room service menu in a t-shirt and sweatpants. His tux lay strewn on the floor; she couldn't help but cringe and pick it up. She'd at least hung her dress on a hanger.

"Cathy, I'll take care of it later," he said, not even glancing up.

"It'll get all wrinkled," she insisted, folding the pants. "Don't you want to keep it looking nice?"

She felt his hands wrap around her waist, pulling her backwards. She fell onto the mattress, looking up into his smiling face.

"I'd much rather spend my time looking at you," he answered, running his fingers through her hair. "You're looking quite lovely tonight, Mrs. Bradley."

She giggled, sitting up and returning his smile. "And you're very sexy, as always, Mr. Bradley."

He laughed, kissing her and taking her hand. They sat in silence, watching each other. Cathy suddenly felt an uncomfortable shiver run down her back, and she looked down at the sheets.

God, it's hot in here…I hope my palm isn't sweaty.

His thumb ran over the back of her hand, and she turned her head to look at him. He was gazing at her in that way that made her melt. He raised her hand to his lips, kissing it and chuckling.

"What's so funny?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, love." He pulled her closer. "I'm just…" He chuckled again. "I can't believe we're at this point. I mean…I still remember the first day we met."

"Oh, gosh." Cathy buried her face in his chest. "My knuckles still hurt from punching you."

"It still amazes me that…that…" He sniffed, and Cathy lifted her head to see him start to cry. She squeezed his hand, giving him a reassuring look. She knew exactly what he meant.

She leaned forward, kissing him and wiping a few stray tears from his cheeks. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too." He once again wove his fingers through her hair, bringing her to his lips.

How was it that she felt like her limbs were on fire every time they did this? She relaxed into him, draping her arms over his shoulders. She was so caught up in the tingling in her arms that she squeaked in surprise when she felt his tongue run over the seam of her lips. She opened her mouth, allowing their tongues to touch.

A few minutes later, Cathy's eyes flew open. She was now on her back, her hands fisted in Jamie's hair. He was contentedly kissing his way down her neck, gently sucking on her pulse point.

"J-jamie…" she gasped. "Could…could you…stop for…a…moment?"

"Hmm?" He lifted his head. "Everything alright, love?"

"I…" She looked up at him, sighing. "Can we sit up, please?"

His expression changed to one of concern as he sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hands in his. Cathy knew he was waiting for her to speak, so she took a deep breath and finally decided to tell him.

"I…I know that…y-you…probably w-want to…"

"You're nervous, aren't you?"

She nodded, feeling her cheeks burn. "You must think I'm silly and -"

He cut her off with a kiss. "We don't have to do anything tonight if you don't want to. The last thing I want is to make you scared."

"But that's the thing. Part of me…part of me wants to." She felt her neck grow warm. "Very much."

He pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head. "Truth be told, I'm nervous, too."

She looked up at him. "You? Nervous? But…but…"

"I know. Me, nervous about this. But the thing is…I may have done this before, but…I've never done this with you."

They were silent again; Cathy could hear Jamie's heart beat and felt the rise and fall of his chest. She'd never even considered he'd feel the same way about tonight.

"I want this to be…I want you to…" She could feel his chest vibrate as he spoke. She rubbed his right forearm, over the eleven branded on his skin, and sighed.

"Jamie, even if we don't end up doing anything tonight, it's going to be special no matter what." She looked right at him as she spoke. "I'm going to be with you, and that's all that matters." She placed a hand on the back of his neck, pulling his lips to hers.

They took it slow, sharing slow, chaste kisses before Jamie hesitantly slipped his tongue into her mouth. She giggled, deepening the kiss, as well, grabbing at the front of his shirt.

He guided her hands down to the hem, and she yanked it over his head, tossing it to the floor. She wasn't too nervous, not yet, at least; she'd seen him shirtless countless times. She ran her fingers over his chest, moving to kiss along his jaw and slowly trailing her lips over his collarbone. She could hear his breathing change, and could imagine his eyes closing and his head hanging back.

She froze when she felt his hands start to unbutton her pajama top. He gave her a comforting look, his breathing ragged, and she nodded. He slowly slid the fabric off of her shoulders, and soon the two of them were facing each other with bare chests.

Cathy's first instinct was to fold her arms, but Jamie brushed her hair behind her back and smiled a little. He took her hand, kissing it, moving to her wrist, and up her arm, slowly making his way to her shoulder. She closed her eyes, shuddering as he trailed his tongue over her skin.

"I've always wanted to do that," he whispered. He lifted his head, his eyes wandering down to her chest.

She took his left hand, placing it on her breast. "It's alright," she told him quietly.

She felt his hands hesitantly cup her breasts, gently applying pressure. She shuddered again when she felt his thumb circle one of her nipples.

"Can…can I…?" He ducked his head forward, licking his lips. She nodded again, squeezing her eyes shut.

A loud sigh reached her ears; it took her a moment to realize that she'd been the one to make it. Her fingers were tugging at Jamie's hair, his mouth carefully sucking at her breast, one of his hands rubbing circles on the other.

Pulling him closer, she felt something hard against her leg, blushing when she realized what it was. She tugged at his hair. "J…Jamie…"

"It's okay." He pulled away, gently laying her back onto the bed. He stood, taking off his sweatpants and boxers.

She felt her eyes widen. "Oh."

He laughed. "That's it? Oh?"

"What…what am I supposed to say?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. 'Gee, Jamie, look at you. You're unbelievably attractive and I want you so much.'"

She bit back a laugh. "Well, you do look…very…"

He sat beside her. "I was teasing, you know."

She kept her eyes on his face, suddenly aware of how close they really were.

"I…I'll go slowly, okay?"

"Okay."

His fingers were making small circles on her stomach, slowly brushing the waistband of her pajama pants. She quickly pushed them down, kicking them off. She felt his hands cover hers where they rested at her hips. They both gave a nod, slowly removing her knickers.

She felt his eyes take her in, and for once she didn't mind. She had the sudden urge to feel him kiss her all over, feel his hands on her hips, and feel him slowly…

"Wow." She smiled as she saw his face turn red. "I…er…I mean…"

"Thank you." She pushed herself up, taking his hand. "Do you mind…"

"Only if…"

She sighed, kissing him and slowly pulling his hand down her torso. They both gasped when his fingers brushed at her opening. He felt around a bit, making her shift under his touch and groan impatiently.

"Alright, then." He smirked, withdrawing his hand. "I see someone's eager." He carefully laid her back, moving himself over her.

She tried to steady her breathing, watching him put weight on his elbows. She swallowed, her whole body tensing.

"Shh…" He stroked her cheek. "Relax, Cathy."

She exhaled, loosening her muscles. She met his eyes again, a small smile spreading over her face.

"You…you ready?" he asked, settling between her hips.

She nodded, taking him in her hand and guiding him to her femininity. He drew in a sharp breath, letting it out moving his hands to cradle her shoulder blades. They held each other's gaze for a moment before Jamie tightened his hold on her back. He leaned down to capture her lips with his, and then gently pushed into her.

Her eyes widened as she let out a small yelp. If she was honest, it felt like she was being violated; it was weird to feel him inside her. It was also a bit painful, but underneath that she felt a strange stirring in her abdomen.

Jamie held himself still, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed. "You…alright?" he got out.

She nodded, holding her breath as the pain slowly subsided and she got used to the feel and weight of him.

"Oh, my God, you're tight," he grunted, resting their foreheads together. "Shit…I think you're trying to make me suffer."

She huffed out a laugh. "Somehow, that doesn't surprise me."

"So it's true, then?"

"Maybe." She smiled a little. "Jamie?"

"Yes?"

She gasped, glancing downward. "It…it doesn't hurt anymore."

He kissed her nose, her cheeks, her lips. "You sure, sweetheart?"

"Yes." She cupped his face with her hands, whispering against his mouth. "Please move."

He kissed her again, starting to rock slowly. She stayed still for a while, focusing on the way he moved within her. She sighed, widening her legs, marveling at the wonderful feeling that was building in her stomach.

He grunted again when her hips rose to meet his. She wrapped her legs around him, his lips once again covering her face with kisses. His thrusts slowly began to increase, his breathing following them.

Her legs soon tightened around him, feeling herself get closer to release. His left hand snaked its way between them, and she let out a loud moan as his thumb circled her sweet spot. She felt her muscles begin to clench; she heard his name fall from her lips a few times as the most pleasurable feeling she'd ever experienced washed over her suddenly. Her eyes closed as she let out a loud cry, pulling him impossibly closer so she could kiss him.

He gave a few more hard, quick thrusts before they become slow and deep. He let out a low groan, his back arching and his grip on her back tensing. He collapsed onto his elbows, trying not to crush her.

She tried to calm her breathing, her chest rising and falling rapidly and a sheen of sweat covering her body. Jamie lay on top of her, his head buried in her neck.

"You…you alright?" He was panting heavily, slowly pushing himself onto his elbows, gazing down at her through half-closed eyes.

She nodded, trying to find her voice. Funny, considering she'd let out a rather loud cry only moments before…

"It wasn't…I…I didn't…" He blinked worriedly, gently stroking her cheek. "Did I hurt you?"

"Not…not much…"

She immediately regretted saying it. She could see the agony in his eyes, the guilt of knowing he'd caused her pain. He kissed her softly, whispering "I'm sorry," against her lips.

"It's fine," she replied, smiling tiredly. She pushed his bangs off of his forehead. "It was lovely."

He still looked skeptical. She sighed, craning her neck forward and kissing his forehead. She finally felt him relax, and after a moment of holding him to her chest, he sat up, maneuvering them under the bed sheets. She turned over, facing away from him and looking out the window.

His arms pulled her against him, hugging her around the waist. She felt his lips brush against the side of her head.

"You doing alright?" he asked quietly, taking her left hand in his own.

"Just wondering why you're interested in my finger." She giggled, feeling both rings on her third finger being spun and twisted.

"I'm still trying to comprehend that a few hours ago, the most gorgeous woman in the world promised to be mine forever." He kissed the nape of her neck, nuzzling her shoulder with his chin. "Not to mention we finally were able to make love and it was bloody fantastic."

A smile spread over her face, and she snuggled closer to him. She slowly felt her eyes grow heavy, and she decided not to fight to stay awake. She took his left hand and kissed his palm. "I love you, Jamie."

Resting his chin in the crook of her neck, he sighed contentedly and whispered, "I love you, Catherine Bradley."

Cathy blinked sleepily, glancing around the unfamiliar room. It took her a minute to remember the day before, and she smiled, shifting slightly.

She stopped when she realized she couldn't really move. Jamie's arms were holding her close to him; she felt his stubble tickling the crook of her neck and heard him breathing softly. She giggled, not having the heart to wake him up.

She was exhausted from last night, and it wasn't because their exertions had tired her out. She'd had a long talk with Jamie a few hours afterward. She'd gotten up and found that she was a bit sore when she used the bathroom. Closer inspection told her there was dried blood on her inner thighs.

Jamie'd woken up, concerned when she didn't return right away. He knocked on the door, asking if she was alright because there was some blood on the sheets. He'd felt terrible, apologizing and not even giving her a chance to say anything.

Once she'd calmed him down, she was able to tell him that she was fine, that it wasn't his fault. It had taken her a few minutes to finally convince him, but she didn't mistake the way he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her forehead before they'd drifted back to sleep.

Jamie groaned softly, bringing her out of her thoughts. His chin left its place on her shoulder, and she rolled over, smiling up at him.

"Good morning," he said quietly, giving her a loving kiss.

"Good morning," she whispered into his lips, snuggling closer to him.

"You sleep well?"

"Mmm-hmm. Did you?"

"Of course I did. You were in my arms, weren't you?" He laid on his back, pulling her onto his chest.

"Aren't you the charmer." She kissed him again, her stomach growling.

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. "We should probably eat some breakfast, don't you think?"

She groaned, flopped her head on his shoulder. "I don't want to get up yet."

"Neither do I." He glanced over at the nightstand. "How does breakfast in bed sound to you?"

"It sounds absolutely perfect."

He laughed, kissing her. "I love you."

She giggled. "I love you, too."