Prompt: Imagine Person A of your OTP being absolutely terrified of intimacy, trying to put on a show of wanting it, until Person B confronts them about it and their fears come out. Person B then reassures them and promises to only do what feels comfortable for Person A, and when they finally do have sex, Person A doesn't have any fears or worries about it.

I actually wrote this a while back as an AU Camie sort of thing.

Rating: M. Mature eyes only.


They ducked into the alcove, never breaking the kiss, arms and tongues tangling together. Jamie groaned as his hands found their way to her chest, his pants straining uncomfortably in the front.

Cathy broke away first, face flushed and eyes wild. He realized where his hands were, and immediately dropped them. "I…sorry…"

"No…it's fine."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I don't mind."

He nodded. "You…um…do you want to…keep going?"

He knew she'd say no, probably slap him and storm off, offended he'd even ask that. But there was something about her that drew him in, something she'd always had, even when they were younger; he knew he was falling hard for her, and rather than pull himself away, he found he'd rather let himself be burned.

She looked him over for a moment, finally meeting his eyes and, with a deep breath, said, "Okay."

"What?"

"I said, okay." She kicked off her shoes. "Let's keep going."

"You sure?" Jamie felt his mouth run dry as he watched her tug down her nylons, followed by her panties. "I mean, have you done this before?"

"Yes, I have." She straightened, slowly approaching him. "Last year, over the Christmas holidays. My boyfriend and I were one of the last to leave for home." She leaned closer, unbuttoning his shirt and trailing her fingers over his chest.

"You mean...you've..."

"What, goody-goody Catherine can't make her own decisions? I'm old enough to know what I want." Her voice dropped at the end of her sentence as he pulled her against him, kissing her fiercely and backing toward the wall.

"Just never thought you'd had it in you." He started to unbutton his pants. "I mean, I haven't..." He froze, his eyes widening. "Shit..."

"You haven't what?"

He was silent, his face burning. There was a long pause before Cathy spoke again.

"This is your first time, isn't it, Jamie?"

He shrugged a little. "Say anything to anyone, and you'll regret it."

"I think that's sweet." She lifted his chin so he could meet her gaze. "I don't meet many guys who are willing to wait."

"Just haven't...you know...felt the need to..." He let out a breath. "I feel like I can never do anything right, you know? I'm always screwing something up. And there was one point, about a year ago, when I literally had nothing left to call my own. Nothing except...this. And I promised myself that I wasn't going to ruin things again. Not like with my dad, not like with my mates and their drugs. I promised that I'd only do it if it wasn't completely out of desire. I'd only do it if I really...you know...loved and trusted the woman I was giving it to."

And there it was. He'd never said any of that before, and now she knew. A silence hung over them, and he was about to walk out in embarrassment when she said, almost in a whisper, "I understand."

"No, you don't. No one does."

"You're right…I don't understand. Not completely." She sighed. "But one thing I do understand is that I'm not doing this just because I already have." She regarded him with kind eyes. "I care, Jamie. I care about you a lot more than I thought I would. And I…I want you to know that I'm honored you'd choose me to share this with. But are...are you sure you want to...?"

He kissed her again, harder. "There's no one else I'd trust with it."

He finally worked himself free of his pants and boxers, and lifted her up, gently pressing her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted the hem of her dress, and he swallowed, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. He could hurt her, or maybe he'd miss, or not even fit -

"Jamie?" Her voice was barely more than a breath, her grip on his shoulders tightening. "You won't hurt me." She smiled. "Everything's going to be alright."

He nodded, taking a deep breath and positioning himself. He looked up at her again, and with one last, "It's alright" from her, he gently slid in.

He couldn't think straight, and he heard her gasp quietly, making him pause, but he didn't want to, because fuck this felt amazing, just amazing. "Am I…hurting…you?"

She shook her head. "No…keep…going."

He pushed all the way in, and this time they both sighed, and he had to rest his forehead on her shoulder, and shit he wasn't sure if he could hold back any longer, she just felt so hot and wet and soft and fuck it if he could even form a coherent sentence because he was actually DOING THIS WITH HER and it felt right.

"You're…tight," he said, his teeth gritted.

"I've only done this once, remember?" She gave a short laugh, shaking her head. "You're…not as big as I thought you'd be."

"Are…all guys…supposed to be?"

"No…it's nice, though." She kissed him gently. "It feels nice."

"I can guarantee…you feel…a lot better…than nice…" He sucked in a breath, his eyes half-lidded.

She giggled. "How about you start moving before I get too heavy for you, yeah?"

He nodded. "That's…probably a good idea." He leaned into her lips and whispered, "Let me know if I should stop, okay?"

She shook her head. "Jamie, this is your first time. You're going to let me know if you want to stop."

"I don't-"

Cathy ground her hips into his, emitting an aroused cry from him; he felt himself twitch within her. "You're going to let me know, understand?"

He nodded, biting his lip.

"Alright, then."

He began to move, slowly at first, not wanting to let go too soon. He had to keep nipping his tongue to make sure he didn't get too lost in his movements, and he focused on her, what she liked and how she moved underneath him. Anything to keep from thinking about how Goddamn good it felt to be within her body, to continuously thrust, to fight the growing coil in his belly –

"J-Jamie." Cathy's legs were tight around him, her eyes dark and her voice low.

"Faster?" he gasped out.

She nodded her response, crashing her lips to his as he increased his thrusts.

All too soon, she began to make the cutest little whimpers, and he somehow knew that meant she was close. Shifting her weight, he angled her higher up, reaching between them to brush her sweet spot. He smirked when she started to gasp, breathily moaning as he gently fingered her. Her inner muscles tightened, and with one last quiet sigh, she relaxed against him, pulsating around him in quick bursts, her cheek on his shoulder and her lips on his ear.

He kept moving for another moment before he let out a guttural sound from his throat, a hot jolt shooting through him as he buried himself deeper within her. Her muscles continued to clench around him, heightening the heat that was still in the pit of his stomach. He finally stilled himself, pressing her to the wall, his forehead in her hair.

"Cathy?"

"Mmm?"

He lifted his head a bit. "You…you okay?"

"Yeah." She looked up, a blissful smile on her face. "You?"

"Fantastic."

"You…you wanna sit? You seem like…"

"Oh." He gently pulled out, setting her down before turning his back to the wall and collapsing, catching his breath. "God…that was…wow."

Cathy joined him on the ground. "Did you…like it, then?"

"I don't have…much of a comparison. But it…sure as hell…beats jerking off…to porn DVDs."

"So I'm better than porn DVDs?"

He nodded. "Oh yeah. You're…fuck. That was fantastic."

"It was. Better than my first. Then again, it was his first, so I can't really blame him for that." She stared ahead. "Man, that was…fucking amazing."

"Yeah…" He frowned. "Cathy?"

"Yes?"

"You…I…we didn't use…are you on…?"

"Oh…I hadn't thought of that." She froze for a moment, then shrugged. "I'm not going to worry."

"What? Cathy, we didn't…you could…"

"If it happens, it happens." She looked at him. "I'm not expecting you to marry me or anything if it does. But I'll be fine. My parents won't kick me out, Emma has space in her house…things will be fine."

"I…I could help, if…"

"You would?"

"Well, it's…I'm the one who…"

"Just say it, Jamie."

"If I get you pregnant, I'm going to help." He swallowed. "Happy?"

She snuggled closer to him. "Yes. Thank you, Jamie."

He chuckled. "Thank you for making this…special."

"You're welcome."

They sat in silence for a few moments before they dressed themselves and headed back to the ballroom.