Getting Closer

"OK, I know th- Oh, sorry," Fred muttered as he entered Skyler's room without knocking first. He found Skyler changing, she was currently in only her low-rise jeans and bra. He could see all but one of her tattoos, her belly button ring, and her black victoria secret bra. His jaw dropped, he'd found her very attractive since day one, but now he could see every curve of her toned body. He tried looking away, but couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her.

"I don't mind," she smirked, walking over to him.

"Sorry, it's just...uh..." Fred couldn't stop staring, but he was also feeling guilty for not turning away. Skyler just smiled, trying not to laugh. She was enjoying watching him squirm.

"It's OK," she assured him.

"You're beautiful," he told her. Skyler looked taken aback.

"Thanks, but I should warn you, I'm not the girlfriend type," she told him honestly. Fred looked confused. "You seem like the boyfriend type, and I wouldn't want to hurt you." She paused, placing her hand on his chest, and then looked him in the eyes. "I don't do relationships, I do casual."

"What if I said I can do casual?" he asked flirtatiously, cupping her hand in his.

"Are you sure?" she asked seriously, looking him in the eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he assured her, leaning in and kissing her lightly.

"Oh-kay," she muttered.

"So? What do you think?" he asked, nervous.

Skyler didn't answer him. She just pulled him in closer and kissed him passionately.

"You ready for this?" she asked when she released him. He exhaled.

"Oh, you have no idea," he said, pulling her into him and kissing her passionately.

They continued kissing as Skyler pulled him over and down onto her bed.

Fred and Skyler were laying in her bed, naked under the covers. Skyler had her head resting on his shoulder, while Fred was caressing her. He seemed to be taking in everything that had just happened. She could tell he seemed to be trying to remember everything.

"Was that your first time?" she asked him, looking him in the eyes.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Are you mad?" She smiled at him.

"No, it just didn't seem like it was your first time."

"Thanks. I just want to remember this," he told her sincerely.

"Do you regret it? Making me your first?" she asked, watching him to gauge his reaction. He smiled.

"Not at all," he replied confidently. She smiled.

"I'm glad." She leaned up and kissed him.

"So what was yours like?" he asked, curious. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I was just curious."

"No, it's OK. I don't mind," she told him. "Honestly, it was a little scary."

"Do you regret it?"

"No, he was my best friend and we wanted our first time to be with someone we trusted. We even stayed close afterwards too. We never got romantically involved after that though, we didn't want to complicate our friendship."

"Where is he now?" Skyler broke eye contact.

"He died last year," she told him dismally.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Fred replied earnestly, wrapping his arm around her and squeezing her closer.

"It's OK, but thanks anyway." They smiled at each other.

"Where did you get this scar?" he asked, noticing a scar on the side of her stomach. She put her hand over it to cover it up.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just a childhood accident," she told him, though hesitantly.

"I won't pry," he assured her. "I can tell it's a sore subject for you."

"What?" she asked looking back up at him.

"Every time you or someone else mentions your childhood or your mother, you tense up and start evading questions," he observed. She looked back down. "It's OK. If you don't wanna talk about it, we don't have to."

"Thank you," she smiled, leaning up to kiss him again.

They fell asleep together after talking for a while.