A/N: Gah! I can't seem to reply to reviews on here, which makes me super sad. I love you guys and your reviews and I'm very sorry I can't seem to respond. So this is now dedicated to you lovely ladies that left a review! KISSES!

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The walk to her room was over quicker than she had planned. Soon they were standing just inside her door with the lights off and only the moonbeams shining in from the window making the room visible. She heard Wyatt's quite breathing beside her and suddenly felt nervous.

How to go about this?

He saved her the trouble by raising a hand to the small of her back and pushing her further into the room. She took a step forward only to feel a small tug of resistance. The sound of the lace on the back of her corset being untied reached her ears.

Oh, right. Clothes.

She turned to look at him and saw his features glowing with moonlight.

"Sorry…" he muttered, but she shook her head at him with a shy smile. He waited for her to lead and she realized he is probably feeling just as nervous and awkward about taking the next step as she was. She leaned against his chest and laughed softly up at him. He returned her smile with a huff of laughter.

They were being ridiculous.

"I'm not sure how to go about this," he murmured. She ran her hands up his chest and pushed his dinner jacket off of his shoulders. He caught the neckline with his fingertips and tossed it on a nearby chair as her fingers next found the buttons of his vest.

"I very much doubt that, given the existence of Jeb," she chuckled as she pushed that too over his shoulders. A wry smile appeared on his face.

"I meant…do we go nice and easy or go the, how did you so delicately put it earlier?" He leaned in next to her ear and ran his hands up her sides. "The unspeakable route?"

His voice was decidedly rumbly and sent shivers up and down her back. Her hands were clenching and unclenching around his biceps. She leaned back to stare up into his eyes and felt an incredible urge well up inside of her to climb up the man.

Decision made.

A smile slowly appeared on her face and suddenly she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him deeper into the room. When they were next to the bed she turned back and began pulling at the buttons on his shirt. She pressed her lips to his chest as more and more of it became exposed. His chest hair tickled her face in a pleasant way and she couldn't wait to run her fingers through it, but as she leaned back to catch her breath, Wyatt took the opportunity to swoop in and press kisses down the column of her neck.

Her fingers ran through his hair while his hands anchored on her waist and pulling their hips together. She was helpless to suppress the moan building up in her throat. His arousal was quickly becoming evident against her and it had been so long since she had felt that kind of heady power. The power a girl felt knowing that she was the one making him feel that way. She was making him feel out of control. She was the one he wanted. She was the only one that could satisfy his lust at that moment.

It was intoxicating.

She began to wonder why she hadn't thought of this sooner when his kisses began making their way up from her chest and along her jawbone. He came dangerously close to kissing her but she angled her mouth away at the last second.

"Sorry…" he whispered. She flashed quick smile in reassurance. "Got carried away…"

He was breathing heavily and she realized she had a problem. Now that both parties had accepted the plan she realized that she might have overlooked some of the logistics of the actual execution.

Namely, how does one have a romping good time, face-to-face, not kissing or being at all emotionally connected at some point?

"It's fine," she whispered breathlessly as she tugged at the fly of his pants. "I'm not exactly used to the rule either." As she was unzipping them she glanced briefly behind her as she took a step back towards the bed. She did a double take as an idea struck her. "And we've been in a bit of a hurry…"

"What is it?" he asked after a moment and she hadn't looked back.

She ignored his rumbling almost-whisper tone. And the way his hands were running up and down her arms creating goose bumps in their wake. Sort of. She turned back with a sly look in her eye.

"I wanna try something…" She flattened her palm against his lower abdomen. "But first…" She slipped a hand in the fabric of his pants and stroked him over his underwear. His eyes closed and the breath he had been holding whooshed out. She stroked him a few times, and though she couldn't really get the best feel for him, so to speak, she knew she wouldn't be disappointed. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and when she felt he was about to take control of the situation she removed her hand.

She left his pants hanging loose on his hips and turned towards the bed. She lifted up the skirts of her dress and snuck a hand underneath the hem. A few quick tugs and her underwear dropped to the floor. She kicked it aside and raised her skirts again so she could put her knees on the bed. Then slowly crawled to the center before stopping to look over her shoulder.

She watched as his eyes swept over her prone form on her hands and knees. They went from her swaying ass up to her temptress' flashing eyes.

"Your up, Tin Man."

He placed a knee on either side of one of her legs and slowly moved closer. One hand brushed against her leg by her knee, catching the hem, while the other spread out over her lower back and moved up her side that she could feel faintly through the corset. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. His eyes found hers and so she let hers trail down his chest exposed by his open shirt and down to a subtlely defined V his muscles made peaking out of his unfastened pants.

By the Stars she was already so wet just at the thought of what was about to happen.

And then the hand on her back made its way lower to her ass and she arched her back and rocked back towards him. His hand under her dress ran further up her thigh and around the front, encouraging her movement.

He hissed as he allowed their hips to meet and he rubbed his erection against her briefly.

"Gods, it's been so long…" she heard his voice strain to say.

A random and alarming thought struck her. She quickly closed her eyes and felt her palm grow warm with magic. She tossed the summoned condom back at Wyatt's chest, which he caught haphazardly.

"Then don't keep us waiting much longer." She rotated her hips against him and he groaned.

His hand returned to her ass briefly before he began lifting away her skirts and his other reached around to run his fingers along her center. The hot moisture he found there must have been to his liking because he practically growled. He circled her bundle of nerves a few times before sliding two of his fingers inside.

DG about lost it right then. There was only so much you could do yourself, but knowing that someone else was responsible for the sensations had her moaning aloud. She reached up and grabbed a pillow so that she could better muffle her noises.

His hands left her and he began pushing his pants down past his knees and fumbling with the contraception. Unfortunately for DG, her own rear end blocked the view of…him.

Anticipation welled up inside of her but she tried to not get her hopes up. Who cared if he didn't have the greatest equipment? This was purely about getting the job done.

"I hope you're sure about this…" he muttered, and then he was pressing against her.

"Oh, God yes," she said as she let her head hang in front of her. She screwed her eyes shut focusing on the feeling of him pushing his way inside. And pushing. And rocking. And pushing. And holy crap more pushing.

Sweet motherload.

Finally she felt his hips brushed against her ass. She clenched around him trying to get her body used to the sensation of him filling her. His hips jerked slightly and she arched her back, pressing back towards him as she lowered her face into the pillow to suppress a loud moan.

Oh he was definitely able to hit the deepest spots she had. She had alwayas thought he might be packing some serious heat. Seriously, who hasn't seen him in his khakis? But Hol-y –

"Do you need a minute?" His voice sounded strained again.

Why, in the name of all that is holy, is he talking…

"Are you kidding?" she panted. "If you don't move soon, I'm liable to explode just sitting here!"

She must have said the magic words because he began moving and quickly worked up to a punishing speed. Noises escaped her occasionally as he made long, deep strokes and his hands rhythmically pulsed on her hips as he guided her to rock back against him and he moved his hips forward.

DG quickly lost herself in the sensations and felt herself teeter dangerously close to the edge. She began thrusting back harder and Wyatt must have noticed because he changed his tempo, making his strokes shorter and faster. She soon let out a wordless scream, hardly muffled by the pillow now scrunched in her hands. She felt herself go boneless and barely noticed as Wyatt called out as well and his thrusting became erratic. He slumped over her, but managed to withdraw himself and roll to the side before he completely pressed her to the mattress. DG moved to lay on her back and stare at the ceiling as well as she caught her breath.

Heavy breathing and Wyatt weakly tugging his pants up was the only thing heard in the room for the next two minutes.

"Holy crap," she finally broke the silence. A beat or two of silence.

"Sorry I didn't…I didn't last longer…"

"Would you quit apologizing!" Her eyebrows scrunched together. She found she couldn't really be irritated with the man. "You can make up for it next time or something…"

His head rolled to the side to look at her.

"Next time?"

She rolled her head to the side to look back.

"You think you can get away with letting me test drive that thing only once?" She nodded briefly down to his waist before letting out a breathy laugh. He started laughing and looked back up to the ceiling. "You're out of your damn mind." She liked it when he laughed.

"Well when you put it that way…" he chuckled.

He looked back at her with what she now recognized as a shy smile. The man seemed to be caught between feeling smug and embarrassed. She simply stared at him with her wide blue eyes, a smirk on her face. His smile began to fade as he looked at her.

"This is crazy…" he whispered after a minute. She considered him for a moment before looking back up at the ceiling.

"Which part?"

"I dunno. The whole thing? Us? We just…and now…"

She waited patiently as he stumbled through his explanation.

"Yeah…" she agreed. She kept her tone resigned. "We should really try out that couch in the piano room when we get back to Central City…"

He didn't respond immediately.

"I was gonna say I just need a few more minutes."

She smiled up at the ceiling.

"Unfortunately…We gotta get back to the wedding before they notice us missing."

There was a pause before Wyatt rolled toward her and moved to straddle her legs with his and place an elbow on either side of her. She was suddenly very much surrounded by him with his face close to hers.

"How could I forget?" He asked with a small smile and then suddenly he was standing up off the bed on the other side of her. She couldn't help the smile that came across her face at his playfulness, let alone the indirect route he took to getting off of her bed. And then his hands were on her hips and dragging her to the edge of the bed and pulling her up and to her feet. She squeaked and started giggling but he was gone in the next second, buttoning up his shirt and headed towards the rest of his clothes.

She shook her head at him and went to follow him to the door, pausing only to pick up her underwear. She went to put them back on when a thought of retribution popped into her head. The Tin Man just finished shrugging on his jacket when she slipped her hand inside the pocket, leaving her panties inside.

"To be continued…" she whispered in his ear, grabbing the door handle and slipping out with a wicked smile before he could stop her.

This could be really fun.

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A/N: Yaaaaaaaaay safe sex! As randomly awkward and somewhat superfluous the mention of dealing with condoms is in a story like this, I felt compelled to add it in given the….feeling(?)/angle… I'm going for with this story. I mean, why yes this DOES seem out of character for these two, but I'm trying to make this as realistic of a situation as possible and not blow it out of proportion by making their first time together perfect complete with amazing stamina and a million orgasms. (Because, really? We all know better…) …And that's what later chapters are for! Obviously…