This is just a quick fic and it is not as mature as it may be assumed.

Elena made her way through the door into Nate's apartment.

She was nervous. She and Nate had been dating for nearly 6 months or so, and it was getting really serious. Nate made his way through after her and made some remark about drinks that Elena missed, so she just nodded her head. Nate went off to do whatever. Oh, god, she hoped she hadn't asked for alcohol. They were going to do it tonight, that was a fact and she didn't want to be slowed down by that!

She forced herself to breath deeply. It wasn't that she didn't want it with Nate. No, she'd started having fantasies on that, no problem there, but she had a confession she was probably going to have to make to Nate.

She was still a virgin. Sure, that's not too bad but what if she mucked it up half-way through and Nate didn't like her anymore? What was she expected to do? Just lie there, or did she have a thing to do too?

God, she'd seen movies and read books in which you picked up hints but now she was here… Nate was back with, oh guess what? Alcohol.

"Err, maybe not." She shook it away, happy she hadn't got in that dress. She was wearing a simple shirt. Easy to get off so she wouldn't look like an idiot if she got stuck in it.

Nate frowned. "But you just said you wanted some?"

Elena looked at it. "Sure" she said before grasping it and drinking it as quickly as possible. Nate looked at her with a… amused expression on his face.

"What?" She sat down and kept drinking the drink. If she got drunk enough maybe she'd be sexy. Hopefully. At least she wouldn't be shy.

"Are you okay?" Nate asked sitting down next to her.

She nodded while actually thinking 'Oh God, help me. Let me do this properly. You told us to go forth and reproduce but why couldn't you have made it less scary?'

"Sure?" Nate asked.

She turned and tried to smile at him. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Nate shook his head. "You just… what are we doing."

"Having sex." Elena stated before wishing she could take it back. Great, just look like a whore.

Nate's eyes widened. "Could you excuse me?"

Elena nodded. "Sure." Oh thank God he was going. Time to think.

Nate shot off to the bathroom. Or the bedroom. Who knew which one it was. Was he going to come back naked? Help!

She looked around, spotting the sink. She ran over and threw up a little in it. The alcohol didn't agree with her, obviously.

Jesus, what a mess? She was throwing up! She looked at the alcohol in her hand. Vodka! No fucking wonder! No wonder Nate had looked scared. She'd been downing it like a train! She wiped her mouth, that sick taste in her mouth before making her way to the sofa again, dropping the vodka on the way.

Great, let's look at the statistics:

Did she want sex with this man: Yes.

Did she want to lose her virginity to this man: Yes.

Was she nervous: Yes.

Was he: No.

Should she just get into it, then she'd feel better: Yes.

Should she initiate it: Would he expect her to?

He was a woman in every port guy right? He should make her feel at ease. Not like this!

The answer phone went on suddenly, startling her.

"Hey Nate? You there? Just calling to ask you about that blonde girl? Going well? Elena right? Going to get her drunk? What's your tactic? Is this for real? Is she actually a bit more than the others? 'Cause you said the same about Chloe but we saw where that went? Okay, call me."

Elena gulped. Tactics! Drunk! Who was Chloe! Help. Do you think he would mind if she just… kinda ran off. Would he take that as an insult?

She started to hyper ventilate as she heard footsteps approaching.

4 minutes earlier…

Nate made a good show of getting through the door before sprinting to the bathroom. He turned on the tap and stared throwing the water over his face. Come on Nate, think!

He pictured her there, all confidence, glugging down vodka. He said that as a joke. 'Do want Vodka?' as a reference to a crazy Russian accent she'd done for him earlier that night but he hadn't expected her to say yes! Then she'd drunk it, all confidence.

And it didn't help she was wearing a tight French sweater. She'd made fun of him for wearing one, y'know the things with the buttons to the chest, when he'd turned up with one, asking him if he did modelling in his spare, bullet free time and then she'd decided to wear exactly the same thing! Just to make fun, or for ulterior motives?

It fitted so well, bringing out a figure he hadn't known existed! And those tight jeans, all black, contrasting to her golden hair, which she'd let go for the night, so it cascaded down her back. Was she sent by the devil to tempt him?

She was far too beautiful to be human. And some guy at the restaurant had commented that they made a great couple, both in black, same clothes, so they could match as they had made a promise too, y'know for a joke (though different sizes obviously), and he'd even recognised Elena from her show and told Nate what be already knew.

'Isn't she glamorous out of the dirty clothes?'

Oh really? Think he just noticed that!

He ran a hand through his hair again. Come on, pull it together.

It'd been worse when she'd walked ahead of him in that street and he'd just started staring at that ass, squeezed into those jeans, perfectly shaped.

No Nate, out of it! And she expected sex. You don't ask a girl back to your apartment at, he checked his watch, 12pm! and not expect anything to happen! It's not like he didn't want to. In fact, he hadn't been this attracted to a girl since… well, ever! He wanted to see her naked quite a bit. He could just imagine running his hand over her smooth skin, her perfect thighs fitting into his hands…

No! Not again. He leaned into the mirror. We can do this. Just like the others. Just, she wasn't like the others, not at all.

Why did this have to be so nerve racking? She was all confidence in there expecting him to be too. Crappy shoes to fill.

Wait, what was that? Sully? What was he doing here…

Oh crap!

Nate ran out to hear the voice mail clicking off. Oh crap.

"What did he say?" Nate asked.

Elena looked up at him. "Nothing. Nope. Just… errr. Nope."

Nate made his way over. "Elena, are you alright? 'Cause, honestly, I'm not."

Elena put her head in her hands. "Damn. You don't want to do this. Cause I'm ugly compared to your other girlfriends. Just forget it. It's fine."

Nate laughed. Elena looked up at him, irritated. "What?"

Nate struggled to get words out. "You… ugly… ha, that's a good one."

Elena sat up indignantly. "What's so funny?"

Nate stopped laughing. "Look, I'm nervous out of my mind here. And you're drinking vodka and being sexy and I feel like crap."

Elena smiled. "I didn't know you offered me vodka. I just took whatever you asked. I was too nervous, I wasn't listening."

Nate smiled. "But… you want to do this?"

Elena quivered a little, courage coming out of nowhere. "What? You mean this?" She reached down and pulled off her shirt, throwing it aside. She put her hands on Nate's neck. Nate just stared at her near naked torso as she moved in. But instincts kicked into full power when her lips met his.

Sully whistled as he made his way to Nate's apartment.

He knew this, Elena… Fisher? Was something a little different but he hadn't talked to her too much. Sully was still convinced that Nate would drop her at some point like the others… but the difference would be that this Elena would follow him and punch him again. Ah, the kid was in love. It made him want to skip if he had been a man who skipped but he, by definition, was not.

He reached for a cigar, thought better of his health, and instead raised a hand to open the door, up the steps and to Nate's door, still open.

Kid couldn't even close it, he thought, shaking his head. He made his way in cautiously.

He made his way to the sofa to find it… not quite the same. He looked down at the shirt, women's, thrown near it. He smelt an Elenaish type of smell. Was that Nate's belt across the floor? His mind started to add it up. Elena's jeans there, pants, all making a trail to the bedroom. Bra near the bedroom door. Typical Nate, taking that off last. And look, there were his trousers! Sully had, at this point, decided he was near to interrupting something very… intimate.

He made his way to the door before he heard a scream. He jerked around, prepared for attack. He heard the name 'Nate' coming in rythemetic gasps… and decided it was properly a sex scream. He moved to the door, planning to close it very tightly, before it shut tight, with him not through it. Shit! He tried to open it. Trapped. Goddamnit!

The sex noises got more intense. Nate and Elena were really enjoying whatever they were doing in there.

And he was stuck in here. They got even louder and Sully was glad he'd closed the door, but not with him on the wrong side. Goddamnit.

He looked at the window. Escape. He opened it and leaned out. He could climb this. Any thought of injury was shot out as he heard Elena commanding Nate to do… ergh!

Nate hit the alarm clock as it buzzed stupidly.

Elena made a soft noise of contentment as she moved closer to him, as if she wasn't close enough. Nate ran a hand through her soft hair. She stirred and he thought again how stupidly beautiful she was. Soft skin, cute chin, lips, normal unlike the others which gave him a thrill of… hmm, something he hadn't thought about before.

He rubbed a hand down her curves. She was a specimen which met all of Nate's desires. Smart, but not stupidly so. Kind, fiery, beautiful in the girl-next-door way. Just perfect. Not to mention she was so good, pushing him to give money to that crazy old guy. Just… perfect.

"Nate."

He looked over at her, awake. His heart did a weird thump.

"Yeah?"

"I was a virgin. Before."

Nate grinned. "Kinda got that. Liked it though. It was endearing."

"You're endearing" she gave his forehead a little flick.

Nate smiled. "So… good?"

Elena kissed his chest. "Perfect. Best thing I've done." She paused. "Well, you could have stopped with that panting." She grinned at him.

Nate looked up in mock outrage. "I was getting tired." He looked at her. "You need to stop that keening."

It was Elena to look mock horrified. "For that" she got the pillow and hit him. "You can make breakfast" she stated simply.

Nate grinned. Oh yes, this one was special.

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