Drabble 11: Prepared

Warning: This is rated M, so just skip it if you don't want to read it! (Though... seriously, why wouldn't you?)

"Are you sure?" He licks his lips, nervous. Natalie rolls her eyes, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Henry, you're very aware neither of us are virgins. We've fucked before. You've fucked me before."

"But.. we were stoned, so… this is going to be counted as our first. …And stop saying fucked."

"Fucked."

"Naaaat…" He whines and she smirks, motioning him over with one finger. He gladly joins her on the bed, tilting her chin up to claim her lips, once, twice, thrice until he's got her underneath him, tugging at her shirt. She nods and he pulls it off, lightly splaying his calloused fingers across her pale stomach. He reaches higher until he finds the underwire of her bra and she nods again, arching her back for him to unclip her.

"Mmm, that's nice." Natalie comments rather breathily as his thumb grazes her nipple. At his mouth meeting her breast, though, she mewls and pants quietly. He nips it and she makes something of a squeak, "Yeah, mm, keep d-doing that.."

He strips off his shirt and kisses her again, this time pushing her back into the headboard, "Is-" He moves down to suck on her pulse point, "Is this okay?"

"S-shut the fuck up, Henry." She growls as she tangles her fingers in his hair, keeping in place. He grins, kissing down her body until he comes to her jeans, teasing the skin just below her belly button.

Natalie bites her lip, impatient to the point of undoing her own pants and pushing them off, waiting for Henry to do the same. Instead, he grins up at her, touching her lightly through her panties. He pushes down the fabric and she kicks it off, gasping when his fingers part her folds, slipping inside of her. He shudders at her beautifully sharp intake of breath, how she's so violently shaking. Her adds another finger slowly, watching her wince and relax into it, trying desperately to meet his thrusts. Eventually their lips join again, and this time, Natalie tops, grinding her hips into his until neither can take it anymore.

"P-please," She gasps, rolling their hips together again and again, "Please fuck m-me."

As much as he wants to take her right here, right now, he suddenly remembers the pregnancy scare they had the first time. ""Hold on, Nat."" He rolls off of her, fishing around for the little silver packet in the drawer next to his bed. Natalie just whines, stroking him through his boxers. This slows him down in his search considerably, but eventually he finds it and hands it off to her.

He watches as she tears it open with her teeth, wasting no time in rolling it on and helping him position himself, "J-just fucking fuck me already…" She breathes with clenched teeth. He nods, kissing her hard and slipping into her at the same moment. He breaks away and buries his face in her shoulder, slowly sliding in and out of her. Natalie moans, digging her nails into his back. "F-fuck, mmm… harder…" She gasps, struggling to form words. He obliges, slamming into her, grunting loudly.

"Nat… love you, so much…" Henry nibbles her neck, giving another deep shove and she wordlessly cries out, arching her back. He lets go as soon as she does, mumbling her name over and over again. Henry continues thrusting into her until his vision goes back to normal and he collapses onto her. Both lay like that for a moment, breathing heavily.

"That was.."

"Yeah.."

"…round two?"

"I like your way of thinking, Ms. Goodman."