Warning: graphic sexual content ahead

Uncas and Ali spent the majority of their free time together over the next two weeks, which admittedly, wasn't very much. When Uncas was on his own while she rehearsed he worked on his paintings or carvings, throwing himself into work until they were together again. Then he would pick her up from the studio and they would catch a few hours together before she had to return home and sleep before starting the process over again the next day.

Sometimes they ended up by the lake or at his father's cabin, where they would try to watch a movie, but usually ended up making out on the couch. Uncas never took it too far, everything they engaged in was simply of the 'through the clothes' variety, but it usually left them panting anyway. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep with her; in fact it was a feat that he hadn't ripped off her clothes and taken her like someone in a bad movie. The sounds she made when he touched her, the small gasping moan she let out when he did something she liked, was almost his undoing.

It was the look of utter amazement in her eyes that made him pull the reins. He was about seventy five percent sure she was a virgin and that, in and of itself, gave him pause. Some girls guarded their virginity the way other people guarded their bank account number, and though she hadn't told him his touch was inappropriate or unwanted she hadn't given him a clear signal to take things further either. As a result, Uncas never pushed it farther than heavy petting and he couldn't tell from her expression or body language if she wanted him to.

As the clock ticked down to performance time for Ali's dance company, she had to put in longer rehearsal times at night. Because their evenings were that much shorter now, they usually ended up finding a restaurant or coffee shop that had later hours and spending their time there. The rehearsals were now taking place in a performance hall rather than the studio, as they had moved onto dress rehearsal, and needed to familiarize the dancers with the new performance space.

"Would you like to come to opening night?" Ali surprised him one evening, startling him with the question and making him swallow suddenly on a mouthful of hot coffee. He nearly choked and spilled a decent portion down his shirt.

"It won't be that bad, Uncas." Ali scoffed in teasing indignation as he continued to cough and sputter, the coffee sliding down the wrong tube.

"Do you want me there?" he asked hoarsely once he could breathe again. Ali handed him a napkin with a look of sympathy and he mopped at what had spilled down his front.

"Well, it would be nice to have someone there who cares about me," she answered a little forlornly. "Cora's all the way in Texas with Duncan and I'd be lucky if papa even remembered." She looked down at her coffee dismally and Uncas felt a sudden rush of tenderness flood through him. He laid down his coffee and reached out a hand to take hers. Ali looked up at him, coming out of her sad reverie.

"Just tell me when." he said with a smile. The light that light up her face made it worth it, even if he had very little interest in the theatre as a general rule. What mattered was that she did and she needed support, which he was more than willing to give.

That weekend they both had the day off, so he picked her up early and took her back to his place under the pretense that he had forgotten his wallet. The truth was he had a surprise for her. They were on their way to the Reservation Museum where he had a few carvings on display. Ali had been gently pushing him to try and sell some art to the galleries in town and he thought that showing her he didn't just hide his stuff in the house might help alleviate that a little. It wasn't that she was domineering about it or even overtly pushy, more that she assumed he was too shy to show anyone his artwork.

Paul's warning that the outside world not understand or appreciate the Blackfoot culture rang in his head from the first moment she brought it up and Uncas made himself push the thought away. Alice wasn't being dismissive about his culture at all; she just thought he could make some extra money if he displayed his work outside the reservation.

The difficult part of was making her understand that most Blackfoot residents had a distaste for making money off the reservation. A lot of the older generation regarded it as disrespectful and the younger generation regarded it as selling out. It wasn't a concept that would make sense to someone who was not raised with it but he had faith that Ali would come to understand these things eventually.

Uncas unlocked the cabin door and Alice followed him inside. He had left her 'surprise' on the table and he heard a gasp followed by an amused, throaty laugh as she noted the basket sitting on the coffee table that contained the infamous 'Nightmare Bunny.'

"I cannot believe you bought that thing." Ali laughed as she walked forward to lift the monstrosity out of its basket. Uncas smiled as he leaned against the counter, watching her touch the badly sewn face with its scary, bucktoothed smile and the uneven, misaligned button eyes.

"Like I said before, when that's the only thing you can afford, you take what you can get." he chuckled. Ali smirked and laid the rabbit back on the table before dancing her way over to wrap her arms around his waist and hug him.

"Well, I love it anyway." she told him as she stood on her toes for a kiss. He had to bend down to reach her and often made jokes about getting her a box to stand on. It always earned him a playful punch to the stomach.

"Although, if we ever have children, you probably shouldn't give them toy's that will give them nightmares." Ali joked when he finished kissing her.

"Oh, are we having kids now?" he responded teasingly, pulling her in close. "Are we shooting past engagement and marriage and jumping straight to kids?"

"Well, the practice might be fun." Ali answered with a little bit of heat in her eyes.

Despite his hesitation not to push her in terms of intimacy, her words made him kiss her again. As always, the way she molded herself against him made him forget any self-imposed restraint and they ended up pressed against the opposite wall with his leg pressed between hers and her hands tugging at his jacket, trying to pull it off. He was kissing along her neck when she laughed huskily. She pulled back to look up at him.

"You know if we start this, we'll never make it out to the Museum before it closes." she told him a little breathlessly.

"Aw, you're such a buzz kill." he answered with a throaty chuckle.

"This coming from the man that always stops half through?" Ali joked back, her tone was amused but he saw a little bit of frustration in her blue eyes.

He gave her a playful grin and his hand trailed down her front and darted between her legs to rub her through her jeans. She let out that gasp and moan that he loved hearing, her head falling back against the wall as his fingers created friction with the fabric. He liked the sounds she made when he did this and her legs parted a little as he leaned in.

"We have a little time." Uncas said softly, putting his mouth near her ear as he removed his fingers to fiddle with the button at the front of her jeans. He felt her breathing increase as the zipper went down and he nibbled at her lower lip as he moved his hand inside to fondle her through her underwear. She made a little inarticulate cry of pleasure as his fingers drummed at her through the fabric.

"Oh my god," she gasped, eyes shutting at the feeling. After a moment they opened again and she grinned up at him invitingly.

That grin made him dart in to capture her mouth as his fingers moved over her. Ali rolled her hips against him and he decided that, maybe, it wouldn't hurt to go just a little bit further. At the worst she would pull away or tell him no. He tugged the panties aside to feel her with naked fingers. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers slid between the wet folds, seeking upwards for her clit.

"Are you ok with this?" he asked softly, pulling back to study her face before continuing any farther. Ali gasped, biting her lip before nodding.

"Yes." she whispered then turned her heat filled blue eyes up to his. "In fact, I'll be a little mad if you stop." Her tone was both serious and teasing. He smiled as he slid his fingers back and forth over her, making her writhe.

"Well, we don't want that, do we?" Uncas answered as he parted her folds to slip a finger inside. He had to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her from sliding down the wall. Her fingers dug into his arms and she cried out, but it was a good sound not a pained one. Adjusting his hand against her, he began plunging his finger slowly in and out of her. When her breathing increased he added a second finger.

"If you keep doing that I-I…" her voice became inarticulate as he increased his finger thrusts.

"That's the idea." Uncas whispered raggedly in her ear. "I'm not stopping unless you want me to."

"I don't." she said back, swallowing convulsively.

Ali arched against his hand as he added a third finger, using his thumb to massage the bundle of nerves above her opening. The sounds she made combined with his own imagination made him hard against his pants. He felt himself moving instinctively against her as she let out a whimper and bit her lip.

He found himself imagining putting his mouth where his hand was, of feeling her hands in his hair as he brought her with mouth and tongue. The image was so vivid in his mind that when she came, he did too. He covered her mouth with his, plunging his tongue into her mouth to stifle the cry he almost let out. He delved his tongue into her mouth as he plunged his fingers into her core.

Her tongue moved over his as her muscles constricted around his fingers, sending a warm wetness down his palm. Her head fell back against the wall and he collapsed next to her as they both breathed heavily. With his chest heaving, Uncas pulled her underwear back into place and pulled the zipper back up. Lastly, he redid the button and realized he was going to have to excuse himself to get cleaned up and change his boxers.

"You are really good at that." Ali told him appreciatively when she could make articulate sounds again.

"I'm pretty rusty, actually," he said, back to feeling sheepish and shy now that whatever had taken hold of him was fading "I haven't done that for a long time."

"Well, I'm sorry you were on you own with…" she gestured at his pants and he groaned and laughed.

"Oh god, I really hoped you missed that." he rubbed his eyes in embarrassment and Ali giggled.

"It's kind of hard to miss when you're grinding against my leg." she pointed out and patted his arm. "I think we might have traumatized 'Nightmare Bunny' though."

He looked over his shoulder at the stuffed bunny that was supposed to look like it was wearing an excited smile. From his vantage point, it just looked horrified.

"Yeah," Uncas drawled with a laugh "We're awful people for doing that in front of a kid's toy."

"It was fun though." Ali replied, grinning.

Uncas disentangled himself from her and went to his room for a change of pants. Once he was sufficiently cleaned up, he rejoined her in the living room and they left for the Museum. He found to his surprise, that what they had done in his living room didn't make their interactions in any way awkward. Another reason he had held off on doing anything too intimate for as long as he had was a fear that it might ruin what they were building.

What if they discovered they weren't compatible in the sex department? They got along well together in all other aspects of their relationship and he had been afraid to change anything by adding sex to the mix. He found that their encounter actually made them more at ease with one another. Now he wished he had been less hesitant all those other times they made out. He looked forward to remedying that very soon.

Authors note:

(This ended sooner than I intended, it was going to be a much longer section but I didn't like what I wrote after this scene so I need to work on it some more before I put it up for public consumption. I also didn't intend for them to do anything sexual yet but they took that choice out of hands, the horny bastards ^^ Oh well, who doesn't enjoy some sexual filler.

It also gave me a chance to bring 'Nightmare Bunny' back. I wanted an excuse to use that joke again and it presented itself here. Unfortunately, Nightmare Bunny got a little more of a show than he was expecting XD

Still not feeling great, its most likely allergies. I'm in some kind of holding pattern where I don't have any of the common cold symptoms; I just feel like crap and have no energy. Anyway, enjoy my nice, graphic sexual chapter; there are more of these coming. I should probably warn anyone that doesn't want to read graphically written sex scenes away now. Doesn't stop here, folks ^^)