Ned Nickerson was never the type of man to complain. He had a great girlfriend, and whenever they were together, well interesting situations happened to follow Nancy Drew like a shadow. It was always fun, and exciting, but Ned wanted more. He was in college! While all of his frat brothers had panties strewn along their walls, Ned hadn't even gotten to second base with Nancy.

Not that he'd ever ask for Nancy to do more. He didn't want her to feel obligated to do anything. But some days he felt no closer to Nancy then George or Bess.

Some days he dreamed it would happen from a case, like people were disappearing from a motel and they had to go undercover as a newly married couple. Or they had to go to the middle of nowhere because of some case, and the motel had only one room left. Of course he'd offer to sleep in the car, but Nancy couldn't let him do that, he'd freeze to death. They'd somehow awkwardly make it okay to sleep in the same bed, someone was above the covers and someone was under them, something like that. But then some time would go by and whether by looks alone or a drawn out conversation they'd end up doing some heavy petting.

It's not as if he were saying sex or bust. Maybe just touching her breasts, if not putting his lips around a nipple. That would be enough for him, for now. He felt like he was going to be forty before he was going to see Nancy Drew naked.

Maybe what bothered him most is that Nancy didn't seem to be having the trouble he was, did she not want to be with him? Was she disgusted with him and she was trying to build up the courage to let him touch her? What was wrong with him.

Disheveled he walked up the stairs of his fraternity house heading up to his room. A frat brother saw his disheveled look and smiled at him, "Get some from Nancy? Atta boy."

Ned picked at his unkempt clothes, "this is from a case, get your head out of the gutter."

"So that means..."

"Solo flight tonight."

He threw Ned some lotion, "Thought that might be the case, here you go pilot."

Ned saluted, and went through his door. He put the lotion on his nightstand and started to take off his sweater vest. He threw it in his dirty clothes pile, sat down on his bed, and began to unbutton his shirt.

Someone knocked on his door, and without thinking he said for them to come in.

He was still concentrating on his buttons when they shut the door so when he had a woman's leg on either side of his he was quite surprised. He was especially surprised to look up and see who it was.

"Nancy? What are you-"

She cut him off with a kiss. And, yup, that was her tongue in his mouth. He carefully, as if approaching a frightened deer, put his hands on her sides, which elicited a sigh from her. He kissed her harder, and apparently she wasn't running away, he decided he'd try. If he got a slap, well it was worth it. He put his hand on her left breast, and played with the nipple until it was erect. At that point Nancy made a noise Ned had never heard before, but he loved it.

She pulled away from him and blushed, "Thanks... for saving my life tonight."

Ned smiled dumbly, "Sure."

She apparently was so embarrassed she had to look away from him. She saw what was on the nightstand.

She nodded to the bottle of lotion, "Think of me?"

"Always."

She blushed and turned her head away again. Then she whispered in his ear, "I think of you too, always."

Nancy got down, murmured a goodnight, then left his room. Ned flopped down on his bed a smile plastered on his face.

Nancy was a girl worth waiting for.