"I let him touch me."

"I know this is a professional setting, so excuse my language, but no shit. When and how did you feel afterwards?"

Tweek couldn't help but let out a laugh at Natasha's forwardness. It's been a while since he's last seen her, and it never hurt to pay his favorite therapist a visit. Considering Tweek also had some questions to ask her, he figured now was a good time to come and pay her a visit.

"It was about two weeks ago and I, um…, hmmm," He murmured, tugging his legs up to his chest. Tweek hasn't thought much about how he felt afterwards, the rest of their evening spent curled up in each other's arms until they fell asleep. But now, thinking back, Tweek could recall how he felt after he let Craig touch him. "I felt…free."

"Free?" Natasha said, readying her pen over her notepad. The subtle notion made Tweek's lips twitch upwards into a smile.

"Yeah…free. I didn't…I didn't feel held back from my past trauma. I felt like I could've gone all the way with him that night. I felt like I could've danced for hours, painted until the sun came up, gone for a drive until I felt my eyes fighting to stay open. Hell, I felt like I could've stopped a fucking bus! I-I just-I had this unstoppable energy and it felt so nice and-and good! I just-fuck-does that make sense?" Tweek realized he was blabbering, hands coming up to cover his mouth as his cheeks flushed red. It made Natasha chuckle, the brunette woman nodding.

"It makes perfect sense! Tweek, you overcame a huge obstacle. This trauma has been something that you have had to deal with for six years, but that night? You showed signs of moving past it. You should feel unstoppable!" Natasha encouraged, Tweek letting his hands fall to reveal his sheepish smile. She was right. He should feel like he could do anything, because Tweek proved to himself that he's capable of doing anything despite his past. It was the most satisfying feeling in the world to him, somehow more satisfying than the intimacy he shared with Craig. (Though, the intimacy was going to push this unstoppable feeling to the number two slot sooner rather than later.)

"I…have a few questions." Tweek breathed out, Natasha giving a curt nod.

"What's on your mind?"

"I…how-how, uh, should I tell him I want to…h-have sex?"

Natasha looked up from her notebook, eyebrow quirking upwards as she leaned back in her seat.

"Sex, huh? Already?"
"W-Well, I don't-I don't want to do oral, and he knows that. Maybe someday, just…not any time soon," Natasha gave him a nod to let him know she understood. "But…god, I want that. I-I want sex. But-But I want sex with Craig. No one else. With Craig." Tweek emphasized his point by smacking the side of his right hand against the palm of his left hand, Natasha chuckling at the intensity behind his words and actions.

"I see. And why with Craig specifically, may I ask?"

"Because he's so beautiful and makes me feel like I'm the king of the world." Tweek said matter-of-factly, Natasha pursing her lips.

"Well…that would make me want to sleep with someone, too," Tweek let out a laugh at Natasha's words, the woman crossing her legs as she smiled. "I haven't seen you this happy…ever."

"I…haven't felt this happy ever." Tweek admitted, Natasha humming quietly.

"Do you see a future with Craig?"

Oh.

"What…what do you mean?"

"C'mon, Tweek. You know what I mean."

Oh. So she was asking about that.

"Like…m-marriage?"

"Mhm."

Tweek blinked, looking down at his lap as he stretched his legs back out. He listened to his knees crack as he did so, the sound resonating deep within him for some reason. Biting his lip, Tweek tapped his fingers against the arm chair, sucking in a deep breath.

"I…I-I'd like to think so."

"Why do you say 'think'?"

"Because…I-I don't know if he'd want that with me." Tweek breathed out, Natasha writing on her notepad.

"Has Craig ever indicated he might not want that with you?" Natasha asked, the question making the blonde stop and think. Has Craig ever indicated that he doesn't want that with him? Thinking back to every single interaction they've ever had, Tweek flushed red as he cleared his throat.

"Well…no."

"So why do you think that?"

"…Because I never imagined anyone would want to spend a life with me…" Tweek whispered, picking at the skin around his finger nail. Natasha frowned.

"Why would you think that?"

"Well…look at me," Tweek said through a sad, breathless laugh. "I-I'm…in therapy for sexual assault, anxiety, depression, OCD…hell, what am I not here for?! I-I just…I could never picture anyone wanting to put up with me for life!" Tweek cried out, hot, angry tears threatening to spill over at any moment. Natasha reached besides her, holding out the box of tissues. Mumbling a soft thanks, Tweek grabbed two tissues, clutching them close to him as he tugged his legs back up to his chest. Natasha gave him a soft smile, moving her chair a little closer to place her hand lightly on top of Tweek's knee.

"Is this okay here? My hand?" She asked, Tweek nodding slowly. "Tweek…someone will want to spend a life with you. Whether it's Craig or-or someone else…you're a really, really great person! From the way you speak about your ballet classes to me, you care a lot for your students. You have so much raw talent with your art! I hung that piece you painted for my birthday in the waiting room. Did you see it out there?" Tweek smiled weakly, sniffling as he nodded. "There's no doubt in my mind that Craig loves you, Tweek. You speak so highly of him and I feel like you wouldn't speak to the extent in which you do if he didn't think the same of you. Am I right to assume that?" She asked, Tweek swallowing hard.

"Y-yes."

"Don't write yourself out of the picture just yet. I have a feeling you and Craig are going to be together for some time."

"How…h-how do you know?" Tweek asked, Natasha chuckling quietly as she leaned back in her chair. She laced her fingers together, laying her interlocked hands across her chest as she stared at Tweek.

"It seems to me, at least from what I've gathered in our sessions, that you two stumbled across each other at just the right time in each other's lives."

"You two haven't boned yet?"

"Jesus fucking Christ." Craig groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What?!"

"Who the fuck says boned, Clyde?! You're going to be a father!"

"Hey, boned? Classic. Will never go out of style." Clyde said defensively, Craig's eyebrows furrowing as he reached for his coffee in the cup holder.

"Was it ever in style?" Craig murmured, narrowing his eyes as he sipped at his coffee.

"Dunno, but I'm making it my mission to-WAIT! This-this isn't the conversation we're supposed to be having!" Clyde shifted in his seat, the two sitting at their usual post on the side of the freeway. "Why haven't you two had sex yet?!" Clyde reiterated, using a different choice of words this time around. Craig shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Just…taking it slow." He said after a moment, Clyde rolling his eyes.

"C'mon, you gotta be horny!"

"I mean, yeah, but it's not like we don't do anything, Clyde." Craig chuckled, ignoring the way Clyde's face twisted up into a grimace.

"Eugh, don't need to know that." The brunette mumbled, Craig blinking as he turned his head slowly to stare at his best friend.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What?!"

"You're asking me if I've had SEX or not yet!" Craig said slowly, Clyde opening his mouth to protest, but snapped it shut as he realized what Craig meant.

"Oh…yeah." He muttered, Craig rolling his eyes as he set his coffee back in the cup holder.

"I just…want to take things slow with him. I don't want Tweek to feel pressured into anything he doesn't want to do."

"Wait, he doesn't wanna have sex with you? You're, like, the epitome of sex on legs!" Clyde scoffed, Craig snickering at the choice of words.

"He does. Eventually. Just…not yet. I don't mind taking it slow. It still gives me things to look forward to in our relationship…," Craig bit his lip. "It…It honestly just…never mind." He grumbled, Clyde blinking.

"What?"

"I said never mind."

"You wouldn't have brought it up if you didn't want to talk about it." Clyde said, Craig grunting quietly in acknowledgement. Clyde had a point.

"…I just want to do everything differently from what I did with Ellie…" He whispered, smiling weakly towards Clyde. The realization seemed to hit Clyde like a truck, his brown eyes widening as he turned to fully face Craig.

"Craig…"

"I just…look, can we not…talk about this anymore?" He breathed out, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, man…yeah, uh, that's cool." Clyde assured, giving him a soft smile.

It's not that Craig didn't like talking about Tweek and his relationship, because he loved it! He just hated talking about Ellie, hated giving her the power she still seems to hold over him. It's been five long years, but Craig still couldn't quite shake the negative energy his ex-girlfriend gave him.

He's hoping to officially change that soon.

Can we go on a date soon?

I just feel like every interaction between us is so rushed lately

I feel the same way, honey

We could go out to dinner? Something simple?

You know I'm always down for food.

Where would you wanna go and when?

There's this little Italian restaurant that's having a Frank Sinatra night

I know it's kinda cheesy but c'mon

It's Frank Sinatra

We don't have to do Italian

I know we did Italian already

Italian is perfect

Plus, I love Frank Sinatra :)

This weekend?

Saturday at like 6?

It's a date!

He wasn't sure why he felt so nervous considering this isn't his first time at the rodeo with Craig. Tweek has gone on multiple dates with the handsome cop dad so many times now! God, why was he calling him the handsome cop dad?! Craig's his boyfriend! Running his fingers through his hair, Tweek groaned loudly into his empty apartment, looking around at the mess of clothes on his bed as he tried to figure out what he wanted to wear. Tonight needed to be special. Tonight needed to go accordingly. Tweek, after all, was planning to lose his virginity.

Yes.

The day has come: Tweek finally feels ready to lose the Big V. To stamp his V-Card. To lose his purity and innocence.

Well, he wasn't that pure and innocent anymore. Not since he's started dating Craig.

But that's beside the point!

Tweek Tweak was ready to move on from his past and into the future with Craig at his side. The only problem?

He has no fucking idea what he wants to wear.

This wasn't a new issue for Tweek. He never knows what to wear on their dates, considering Tweek still feels like he has to dress to impress. He knows that isn't the case, but part of him still feels like he should put in some effort into his outfit choice. Glancing at the clock, Tweek quickly saw that he was running out of time.

"Just-fuck-just pick something!" He hissed to himself, eyes landing on a mustard yellow button up. He grabbed it off the hanger, quickly buttoning the shirt. He yelled out in surprise when his phone started to ring, Craig's contact photo popping up as he lunged for the phone. "H-Hi!"

"You seem busy." Craig chuckled.

"I'm uh…not-not quite dressed yet."

"That's fine, take your time. I'm waiting in my car outside your building. Come down when you're ready, babe." The simple name made Tweek's chest tighten, but he had no time for distractions right now.

"Will do! Bye!" He choked out, quickly hanging up before grabbing a pair of white skinny jeans he had. Struggling to tug them up, Tweek hopped on one foot as he attempted to pull the pants up, eyes landing on a pair of tan boating shoes across the room. Once the pants were on and his shirt tucked into the waist band, Tweek grabbed his shoes, phone, and keys before rushing out the door. He could put his shoes on in the car. It was fine! He looked cute! He was gonna wow Craig!

Rushing out the main door, Tweek waved with his shoes in hand as he rushed to the car, tugging the door open. "Hello!" He blurted out, face already tinted pink from embarrassment, but he could pass it off from his light jog down the steps. Craig smiled at him, soft laugh escaping his lips.

"Hi." He said, biting his lip as he looked at Tweek's outfit. He watched him as he tugged on his shoes, Tweek freezing after he laced up his first shoe. His head snapped to face Craig, eyes widening a bit.

Oh fuck.

He hadn't even noticed Craig's outfit choice for the evening he was so preoccupied with himself!

Black long sleeved button up, black skinny jeans, black converse.

The all black look made Tweek want to explode, especially since the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and showed off his tattoos.

"O-Oh fuck." Tweek choked out, eyes widening as he slouched in the car seat. Did he…did he REALLY just say that out loud?! Oh fuck oh fuck, god fucking dammit, now there's NO WAY he'd wanna bang me!...fuck, do people even say bang anymore?! Screw? Jesus, that sounds so dangerous!

"Tweek?"

"Huh?!"

"You okay?" Craig chuckled, Tweek running his hands down his face as he pushed himself back up in his seat, buckling himself in as he nodded.

"Yup."

"You seem…dunno, flustered?"

"Just…I-I'm, uh, hungry. Haven't eaten much today."

"That's no good." Craig said, reaching over and taking Tweek's hands as he pulled away. Tweek stared at their laced fingers, a small smile tugging at his lips as the simple contact helped him relax.

"Yeah…no good."

"Good thing we're going to a restaurant that's known for large portions." Craig said with a smile, but Tweek just nodded, humming to signal he heard. He breathed through his nose for four seconds, out his mouth for six as quietly as he could. Finally feeling calm, Tweek let his eyes settle on Craig's profile, butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Yeah.

He was definitely ready for Craig to scramble his insides.

The restaurant was quaint, the décor cheesy, but it felt like home in a way to the blonde. Once they were seated, Craig leaned his chin against the palm of his hand as he flipped the menu open. They weren't in the same room as the man singing Frank Sinatra songs, but they could hear him. That's what counted, after all.

"Wanna get a bottle of wine?" Tweek suggested, Craig humming.

"Could be persuaded. Red or white?" Craig asked, looking up at Tweek. They smiled a bit at the same time.

"Red." They said, Tweek grinning as he looked down at the menu.

"Are you gonna order for me again? Like on our first date?"

"Only if you want me to." Craig murmured, chuckling quietly as he hooked his ankle with Tweek's under the table. Oh. This was new. But…a good new. Tweek liked feeling the warmth coming from Craig's leg.

"It might make it seem like you're my sugar daddy." Tweek giggled, Craig snorting quietly.

"Maybe that's my end goal. To be your sugar daddy." Craig purred. Tweek kicked his leg under the table.

"Knock it off." He giggled, Craig smiling as the waiter came over. They ordered waters and a bottle of red wine, the waiter giving a nod before walking off. Craig leaned back in his chair once the waiter left, sighing loudly for dramatic effect.

"So tell me," He started, crossing his arms across his chest. "How have things been for you? I know we haven't really had time to sit and talk like this for a while."

Tweek smiled at the simple words, leaning back in his own chair.

"I've been…really, really well."

"Really, really well?" Craig said, raising an eyebrow with a soft smile. Tweek nodded, thanking the waiter as he returned with their drinks and poured them each their first glass of wine. They ordered their dinners, Tweek picking his glass up and clinking it lightly against Craig's in a silent cheers.

"Yeah!" He sipped at his wine, humming at the taste. "I've just…my last therapy session with Natasha went really well, my intrusive thoughts haven't been as prevalent…," Should you say it now? Should you say 'and I'm ready to be fucked over this table' right now? Tweek smiled softly, opting to wait "And I've just felt…happy." He finished, Craig's eyes crinkling upwards as he sipped his wine. Tweek knew he was smiling.

"Good! That-wow-that's really good news, Tweek. I mean it," Craig breathed out, grabbing Tweek's hand across the table. "Margot says hello. She's excited for dance on Tuesday. She said last week that she gets her outfit this week?"

"Mhm! Since the recital is in a few weeks, I want the kids to have a few classes to dance in their outfits and get used to how it feels on them." Tweek said excitedly, Craig chuckling.

"I can't wait. She's gonna be so excited."

"How has she been? I saw her Tuesday, but not you, and you normally tell me what's going on in her life more than her." Tweek chuckled. Laughing quietly, Craig sipped at his wine more.

"She's been well. Hanging with Olivia, as per usual. She's actually there tonight having a sleep over,"

A ringing formed in Tweek's ears suddenly.

Craig had no one to return home to.

Tweek had no one to return home to.

It was just them.

They could go anywhere for this.

They could-

"Tweek?"

The blonde jumped back into reality, face flushing red as he nearly dropped his glass of wine.

"S-Sorry!"

"You okay?"

"Yup!"

"You've been spacing out a lot tonight." Craig murmured. Swallowing hard, Tweek tugged at the collar of his shirt.

"I-I'm fine! Promise. I just-it's been a while since I've seen you, ya know?"

Craig couldn't help but laugh, the sound instantly calming Tweek.

"I still make you nervous?"

Yes because your dick is gonna hopefully be inside of me tonight.

"Uh huh."

God, he's so beautiful. Waiting to give up your virginity might've been a good choice, Tweek. Look at the man who's more than likely gonna take it.

"You still make me nervous, too."

That was a surprise.

Blinking his eyes, Tweek set his wine down, smiling a bit.

"I do?"

"I mean…yeah! You just…I dunno, you're you! You're just…incredible." Craig admitted, Tweek letting out a quiet giggle. Their food came not long after that conversation, both talking between bites of their meals. It was the perfect evening, really. It felt even more perfect than their past dates, including their night of painted kissing. After they finished eating, Craig leaned against the palm of his hand again, looking at Tweek with half lidded eyes. Tweek looked up from his phone after he checked the time out of habit, blinking as he caught Craig staring at him. He snickered, a grin crossing his face as he picked up his wine glass once more.

"Why're you staring at me like that?" Tweek giggled, sipping at his wine. Craig felt a lump bubble up in his throat. He was going to burst with emotions if he stared at Tweek any longer. He hummed quietly as Tweek set his wine glass down, a smile spreading across his lips as he watched the blonde. He couldn't stop himself anymore, couldn't hold the words in.

"I love you."

Tweek blinked, breath catching as he looked at Craig with parted lips. He stared for a moment, thinking this was some sort of joke. But…then he saw the look of complete sincerity on Craig's face, saw the dreamy smile on his lips. Tweek let out a breathless laugh, hands coming up to cover his face as he tried to calm himself. He loves me! Holy fuck he said I love you! WAIT! Peeking through his fingers, Craig smiled as he could see that Tweek was smiling by the way his eyes were crinkling.

"I love you, too." He breathed out, Craig grinning slowly at him from across the table.

"Wanna dance?" He whispered, standing suddenly. Tweek blushed but nodded, taking the extended hand in front of him. The blonde followed along behind Craig, watching the back of his head as he lead them to where the hustle and bustle was in the next room over. The restaurant had cleared a portion of the floor to create a make shift dance floor, the singer crooning away to the sweet music of Frank Sinatra. Turning suddenly, Craig tugged Tweek to his chest, the blonde letting out a laugh as he wrapped his arms around his torso. Craig smiled, grabbing one of Tweek's hands and holding it lightly in his, his other hand resting on his hip.

"This…uh…this has been a great date." Tweek whispered, smiling as Craig gave him a little twirl. Once he was settled back into position, Craig nodded.

"I agree."

They continued to sway slowly, Tweek smiling as Craig leaned their foreheads together.

"Did you mean it?" He eventually whispered, Craig chuckling.

"Mean what?" Craig asked, Tweek's face dusting pink.

"That…that you love me?" Tweek breathed out, gasping suddenly as Craig ducked down and pressed their lips together.

For what is a man, what has he got

If not himself, then he has naught

To say the things he truly feels

And not the words of one who kneels

The record shows I took the blows

And did it my way

They pulled apart with a soft smack of their lips, Craig smiling at the look of bewilderment on Tweek's face.

"I love you, Tweek."

It took a moment, but Tweek's face broke out into a grin.

"I…I love you too, Craig."

The ride home was quiet, both basking in the warmth that this evening has brought them with their little exchange at the restaurant. It was so meaningful to Tweek, considering he still had to tell Craig he was ready for another step in their relationship. Trying to distract the nervous knot growing in his stomach, Tweek closed his eyes, head tilting back against the headrest. He focused in on the music playing, a smile crossing his face slowly as he recognized the song.

"I didn't know you liked Johnny Cash." He whispered, Craig laughing softly next to him.

"My dad was a big fan. My mom says I could make money being a Johnny Cash impersonator." He said, Tweek letting out a laugh as he opened his eyes and turned to face Craig.

"You don't look much like Johnny Cash."

"Not looks wise, singing wise!" He laughed, Tweek blinking.

"You sing?"

"Well…not really? I'm not that good. I mean, I play my guitar, so sometimes I sing? Emphasis on the sometimes."

Tweek reached down and grabbed Craig's phone that was connected to the aux, starting the song over.

"You're gonna sing this."

"What? Tweek, I can't-!"

"Please? For me?"

Fuck. Curse the addition of the for me. It always gets Craig.

Doesn't matter if it's Tweek or his daughter.

It will always work.

Sucking in a deep breath, Craig laced his fingers with Tweek's as he pulled up outside of Tweek's apartment building.

"I find it very, very easy to be true

I find myself alone when each day is through

Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you

Because you're mine, I walk the line."

Tweek stared in awe as Craig sang, hearing the resemblance in his voice. His eyes grew heavy, lids dropping half shut as Craig continued on.

"As sure as night is dark and day is light

I keep you on my mind both day and night

And happiness I've known proves that it's right,"

Craig had been staring at Tweek as he sang, hand coming up to cup his face as he leaned down.

"Because you're mine, I walk the line."

Their lips collided in a heated kiss, both men sucking in a deep breath as their mouths immediately parted. It had been so long since they've last been alone, last been able to see each other like this. They've been so busy, so pent up.

It felt so exciting to be doing this again.

Tweek whimpered quietly as Craig's hand slid across onto his thigh, the tips of his fingers sending jolts of electricity straight to his groin.

It felt incredible, felt exciting. It made him want more.

Ripping his lips away, Tweek reached across and turned the car off, swallowing hard.

"C-Come upstairs." He breathed out. It wasn't a question, Craig noticed. It was a command, something that Tweek has never done before.

"Tweek, we don't-"

"I'm ready."

Craig blinked, hand resting on Tweek's cheek as he pulled back to look him in the eye.

"You…you're what?" He breathed out.

"I'm ready." Tweek repeated, no falter in his words.

"Tweek, are-are you sure? We don't have to do that toni-" Craig grunted as Tweek suddenly reached across and placed his hand over his crotch. He then grabbed Craig's hand and placed it over his own crotch, Tweek's eyes blown with lust. They were dark, filled with desire.

Craig had never seen this side of Tweek.

And it turned him on.

"I'm ready, Craig. I'm ready to have sex."

NOTE: HI I'M ALIVE I SWEAR!

I'm so sorry for the extended absence!

Classes started up again, my boyfriend (well...now ex) left to drive cross country to California, and, honestly, I ran myself into a wall! I wasn't sure how to move the story forward despite knowing what I want to happen in the story.

BUT I'M BACK!

I hope to update a few times a week, but my classes are really hard this semester and I'm really busy lately, so I might only be able to update once a week.

ANYWHO!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter because next chapter is the big night for our boy Tweek ;)

Any and all feed back is appreciated and I hope you enjoyed!

PS: My headcanoned singing voice for Craig is Johnny Cash's ;)

Songs:

My Way-Frank Sinatra

I Walk the Line-Johnny Cash