AUTHOR: Amber.
RATING: PG-13.
SPOILERS: None.
PAIRINGS: Tammy/Joey, primarily.
SUMMARY: Sex in a hayloft is so cliche.
ARCHIVAL: Just ask.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. I profit in no way.
NOTES: For the daily15 community on livejournal, word 110: loft.
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Everyone has had sex in a hayloft, she thinks as he peels off her t-shirt. It's so cliche.
She's used to expensive hotel sheets on an expensive hotel mattress in an expensive hotel bed frame in an expensive hotel, but this is what teenagers do, teenagers have sex in barns, so she kisses him back and ignores the rough wood against her back. She can only imagine how mortifying it would be to explain these marks to her mother later, to say that Joey was painting the barn and ducked inside to get out of the noon sun and saw her there and liked what he saw enough that, being a boy in the middle of a hard day of physical labor, he saw fit to forgive her for past transgressions. Lying would only be worse.
Now he has his mouth on her breast, and this isn't how she imagined it at all. She never saw herself waiting for marriage, can't imagine unknown hands peeling a white wedding gown from her shoulders and lowering her to an expensive bed and whispering sweet nothings in her ear and taking her virginity gently. That sort of thing only happened on television.
That the same could be said of first times in barns doesn't occur to her.
She hasn't been this scared of a kiss in more than a year, since Lizzie said that two girls could have fun, couldn't they, and made her kiss in front of all those glass eyes, all those childhood toys staring back accusingly. She hadn't been this scared on the balcony with Edmund, even; that kiss had, in fact, felt right. Kissing her dead stepfather's brother, her mother's boyfriend, had felt more right than Joey's hand on the front of her jeans.
Pushing him away, she reaches blindly for her shirt. Before she can pull it on, before she can protect her body from his lustful eyes, he will have disappeared, and she can cry, silent, alone, regretful but grateful.
