A woman I knew very briefly some years ago claimed to have this same 'hobby'. I've no idea whether it's true or not, but I thought it was a great line and decided to use it here. Obviously these ficlets have no real chronology; this one takes place after the First Time (TM). You can pick your own timeframe within the series.
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He's got his arms wrapped around her and his lips tickle a line up her stomach. Abby strokes his sweaty hair and he looks up at her, big brown eyes tired, and smiles. He arches up to plant a kiss between her breasts, then settles back down and rests his cheek on her like a pillow. They're both sweaty, tired—sated. Her body is still humming in quiet pleasure. Connor surprised her tonight—once his nerves wore off he explored her body quite thoroughly with his hands and his mouth, getting bolder with every cry she voiced.
"I love you," she murmurs.
"Love you, too, Abbs," he says, kissing the warm skin of her stomach again.
She sighs contentedly, then giggles when he tickles her. "Good first time, hm?" She purrs, still stroking his hair. He looks up sharply and frowns.
"What makes you think it was my first time?" He asks, his eyes narrow.
She raises her eyebrows and bites back a giggle at his indignation. "Well you weren't fumbling and clueless and you didn't go off the second I got my bra off, but…" she pauses to trace her finger over the reddening curve of his ear. She frowns. "What's the matter? You were a virgin, weren't you?"
He doesn't answer right away.
"Connor?"
His face is red with embarrassment. "Well… yes, I was," he says finally. He bites her and sucks on her pale skin, leaving a red mark. "I just resent the implication that I must've been."
He's grinning and she knows that means he's not cross, and neither is she—she can't be, not with him looking up at her with those big eyes and the crooked smile with that devastating little dimple. She laughs so hard it shakes them both.
"I could tell—that was my hobby at university," she tells him.
"Oh?" He rolls off of her and onto his side, holding his head up with his arm. His other hand strokes slowly up and down her side when she turns to face him. "What was?"
"Deflowering nerds."
Now he laughs really hard, flopping onto his back and covering his face with his hands. The whole bed rattles and he loses his breath.
"I've had more virgins than a pagan sacrificial rite."
When he has his breath back, Connor rolls over and pins her wrists over her head and kisses her. His mouth is hot and he still tastes like her and he's nowhere near finished yet.
"Am I more than a hobby to you?" He asks, breath hot in her ear. She knows he knows what her answer is but he wants to hear her say it.
"An obsession," she says.
