Title: First Time
Author: nacotic
Status: complete
Pairings: none out of the ordinary
Summary: There's a first time for everything… Although it may not always be how you expect it to be…
Disclaimer:All characters in the fiction are not mine and I, in no way, own any of the characters used in it. Although it'd be really cool.
AN: This is my first Daria fanfiction. I hope you like it.
---First Time----
It was only a month after Tom and I had moved in together in a small apartment not far away from college.
It was so disappointing.
I finally took the big step with Tom… We did it for the first time ever. It had taken a lot of convincing on Tom's part to get me to do it, and a lot of convincing on my own part.
Hell even Jane had been trying to get me to do it.
But now I have, I understand what it is to be in a relationship.
Thing is… That's not what it means to be in a relationship. I know that now… I wish I hadn't needed to do it to find out.
It's the little things that are important. Joint invitations, lying together on the verge of sleep saying whatever pops into your head. You know? The things that don't make sense because you don't realise that no one else is following what's going on in you mind. It's him caring about you. It's sitting there reading books and watching Sick Sad World together.
Hell… It's even shopping together.
But it's not that.
It's like… everyone else around you… They haven't done it so they think that's what it must be. That's the one thing that makes the relationship total. They don't understand.
Damn it! It was so embarrassing. Afterward I was just feeling so stupid. I stood on the small balcony that graced the lounge and looked out onto all the other depressing apartment blocks.
Tom came out onto the balcony.
"It's done." He said with a relieved finality, as if it hadn't been the most stupid thing he'd ever taken part in.
"Yes…" I agreed. "I don't want to do it again. I can't, I'm just not interested in that sort of thing. Us finally-" Tom held a finger to my lips.
"Shh it's ok. Even if you never want to do it again. That's fine." He assured me.
"Thank you." I kissed him on the lips.
"C'mon" he encouraged. "No more dinner parties for us. Now, let's do the washing up and get to the good part of the evening." He said, with a cheeky suggestive grin spreading across his face and slowly being reciprocated on mine.
It was an experience… but never again.