Nervous

Kerry and Kim

Author's note: This is my first f/f fic, so…please excuse me. Haha.

"It's good to see you, Kerry."

"I didn't mean to just drop in like this, I…I had a bad day."

"You're always welcome here," she leaned forward and kissed her lightly, "do you want to talk about it?"

"No, not really," she sighed. "Kim?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not sure how I feel about this."

"About what? Us?"

"No. I care for you. I just feel that it's unfair to you that I have to hide our relationship."

"I don't think it is. "

"Really?"

"Really. Why don't we get some rest, Kerry?"

"All right." She managed a slight smile.

"You want something to drink first?"

"That'd be nice," Kerry sat down softly on the couch and curled one leg under her. Her hip was throbbing. She hadn't noticed. Kim entered later with some wine; she handed it to Kerry and took the spot closest to her on the couch. They sat in silence while they let the liquid warm their throats. Kim put her glass down, and Kerry mimicked the action. Kim looked at Kerry intently. She took her hand and trailed her lips from the fingertips to the inside of her wrist. Kerry twitched slightly. She wasn't used to enjoying sensations brought on by a woman's touch. She didn't want to feel the way she did, but she couldn't help loving the power that Kim held over her. So, she let her continue. She had kissed her way up Kerry's bare arms and to her neck, and by this time Kerry had surrendered. This was better than the hungry, demanding touch of her previous lovers. Kim was taking the time to make sure they were both satisfied; she wasn't just taking what she wanted.

Kerry, wanting to return the favor, pulled back and looked Kim in the eyes.

"I'm nervous," she whispered.

"Don't be, Kerry, I don't bite"

"I know," she leaned forward and captured Kim's lips in a fiery, needy kiss. It had been too long since she last felt this way. She sighed with contentment into the kiss. Kim giggled slightly. "What?"

"Nothing," she grinned, pulling Kerry's shirt from beneath her belt and pushing her down into a reclined position. She reluctantly laid back as Kim positioned herself over her, fumbling at the buttons on the shirt.

"Kim?"

"Yes?"

"Can we turn off the light? I have scars, and freckles. I am a bit older than you," Kim smiled at the fact that Kerry Weaver was intimidated.

"Kerry, you're beautiful. I want to see you."

"Kim…" She sighed, knowing it was a lost cause. Her shirt was being pulled off her arms before she could argue.

"See. Look how beautiful you are. I love your freckles. And as for your scars…" She kissed each tiny knick, scrape and bruise, trailing light kisses along the longer scars that curved around her breasts. Kerry let herself enjoy the feel of her lips on her bare flesh until she needed to let Kim know how she felt about her. She grabbled blindly for the edges of Kim's shirt and helped her to pull it over her head. They sat up so Kim could now recline on the couch. Kerry kissed her neck timidly and bit lightly at the skin. It surprised Kim to see how gentle the normally dominant woman could be. She was timid and shy about her body, perhaps more than the normal person. She ran her shaking hands up Kim's sides to her neck, and she leaned in for another heavy kiss. She sighed softly against Kerry's lips as Kerry covered her body with the pressure of her own. They lay there, biting and tasting each other softly, until Kim spoke again: "Kerry, why don't we move to the bed?"

"Oh…okay," Kerry spoke so softly that it was hard to hear the quaver in her voice.

"Are you okay?" Kim asked as Kerry sat up on the couch.

"Yeah, my crutch is all the way over there," she motioned to the door, and Kim smiled, helping her to stand.

"It's okay, I'll help you," Kim took her arm and led her to the other room. Kerry was embarrassed by the tenderness moving her across the room required. It wasn't often that her hip caused her embarrassment.

She sat softly on the bed, distraught that the light still shined upon her.

"Kim, the light, please," she begged.

"Of course," Kim switched off the light and joined Kerry back on the bed. She lay her down gently and straddled her body. She ran her fingers through the short red hair. "You're beautiful," she whispered again.

"No…" Kerry moaned, moving beneath her lover's weight.

"Yes, you are," Kim argued playfully, kissing Kerry again. "Are you still nervous?"

"Not really." She whispered, wrapping her arms around the blonde and pulling her close.