This update is for Yugioh13 because it's her birthday tomorrow and this is my gift to her. xoxo

And just a note, for anyone who's read the previous chapters to this, this will obviously be more mature than you're used to but I hope you like it regardless.

As we stepped through the door a wave of warmth enveloped me and I was glad to be out of the brisk wind and light blizzard that had seemed to magically appear before us. The hallway was dimly lit by a lamp and christmas lights that were wrapped around the bannister of the staircase, entwined with garland. As soon as the door closed behind us the smell of shortbread filled my nose and made my stomach grumble from the lack of food that I'd supplied it with for the day. "Your house is beautiful."

"You've barely seen it."

I slipped my coat off of my shoulders and my nervous feelings began to overcome me once again. I'd never had to meet a boyfriend's parents before. Had he told them about me? Did he say I was pretty? Please tell me he's mentioned that he's no longer with Katie so that we can avoid a seriously detrimental first meeting with the parents.

"Mum?"

For a moment I thought that maybe everyone had gone to sleep already. After all, Oliver had traveled to my house earlier in the day to come and pick me up - I thought it was terribly sweet of him. He'd met my parents and spent some time with them for a while before I packed up my things and we made our way to his place. It had taken longer than we'd meant for it to.

I jumped at the site of a small woman bounding around the corner. "Oliver!"

A smile erupted on his face as he bent down and hugged her tightly. "I've missed you, mum."

She pulled back and grabbed his arms as she stared at him for a moment as if she were in complete awe of him. I suddenly felt very awkward and worried that she wouldn't be impressed by me. I felt Oliver's eyes gaze down at me before he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, "this is Elena."

She paused for a moment and I could tell that she was debating with herself whether to hug me or not but she chose otherwise and held her hand out. "It's really nice to meet you. Oliver's written home about you so much I feel like I know you."

I smirked, "has he?"

He shrugged, "she's lying... is everyone asleep?

"Your father's upstairs changing the linens on your bed. Said he wanted everything to be clean for your new girlfriend." She smiled, and I felt slightly better about being there.

I felt him nudge me forward and towards the stairs as he followed behind with my bags. "My rooms to the left."

As I stepped through the threshold I spotted who I naturally assumed was his father. Once he finished tugging the sheet under the attress he looked up at me, "you must be Elena."

I nodded. "Yes, that's me, the one and only." Shut up.

I was happy when he let out a small laugh and pointed towards a cot on the opposite side of the room. "That's for you, Oliver. Though I don't expect you'll be using it," he smiled as he looked from him to myself. He loudly clapped his hands and rubbed them together, "well... I'm gonna turn in for the night. Sleep tight and we'll see you in the morning."

As his father exited and closed the door I let out a sigh of relief. My eyes roamed around the room as I tried to take in as many details as I could. The dark, hardwood floor that was almost half-covered by a cream rug, the muted colours on the walls were covered in certain areas by various posters and pictures of people and things that I'd never seen before. His bed was newly and neatly made, along with the cot that was as far away from the bed as you could put it. "So if your dad doesn't think you'll be using it then why put the cot out?"

He laughed, "I'm sure it was my mum's idea. She knows what I do but that doesn't mean she won't hold out hope."

"Oh... your parents seem nice."

"Just wait until morning when you actually have to spend time with them. They'll be a holy terror, I swear it."

My eyes widened before he swiftly walked towards me and cupped the sides of my face, "I was just kidding. Don't freak out."

I raised my hands to his and pulled them from me, "I'm sorry, this whole thing just makes me nervous. When I met you I never expected this to happen."

"What? You never thought we'd get together?"

"Not particularly."

"You mean all those smouldering looks I gave you didn't register?"

I bit my bottom lip and crossed my arms, "that wasn't smouldering and you know it. You were just...being manipulative."

He unzipped his sweater and tossed it onto the chair that was pushed in to meet his computer desk, "I was being manipulative?"

"Yes! You were being all like, "oooh, I have a girlfriend but oooh, I think you're hot, Elena, please kiss me." That was you."

"That doesn't sound like me."

"Want me to do it with an accent?"

A loud laugh emerged from his lips before he leaned down and kissed me so delicately that I almost didn't realize that it happened. I felt heat rush through my body, a sensation that I was being forced to grow increasingly accustomed to. I couldn't stop myself from letting out a moan as he traced his fingers up my arms and pulled me into him. He picked up his pace and I desperately wanted to journey with him but I pulled back and held a finger to his lips, "you haven't gotten your Christmas present yet."

He raised his eyebrows and licked his lips, "I want it." The unexpected growl that emerged from him caused me to lose all sense of what I was about to say before I told him to turn around and face the door. "No peaking."

I unzipped my bag and dug into the bottom of it where I had stored the undergarments that I had purchased specifically for this. I slid my hands down my stomach and pulled at the bottom of my shirt, lifting it over my head, letting it fall to the floor beside me. I looked in his direction and noticed that the lamp situated behind me caused a shadow of my form to be projected in front of him. A sudden urge took hold as I undid my pants and shimmed out of them, trying my best to make my shadow tantalizing for him. I oh so carefully placed my hands on my back and unclasped my bra, gently removing it from my shoulders and off of my chest before I slid out of my thong and kicked it off of my feet.

I bent over and stepped into the pair of black, lace panties and slid them up over my ass, letting the elastic snap around my waist. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his head start to turn. "Uh-uh. I said no peaking."

I hurridly did up my bra which extended to my waist in a corset fashion before I pulled the ponytail out and let my hair down, shaking it out. I pushed my suitcase off to the side and tried to relax. "Alright."

He turned around in a painfully slow movement as I held my breath. I'd been in bikinis in front of people before but this was an entirely different situation and felt extremely intimate. My breath hitched as he faced me, letting his eyes wander up and down my body, soaking it all in.

"Elena..."

I shifted my weight and rested my hands on my hips. "Happy Christmas."

He said nothing which caused me to suddenly question my decision to give my virginity to him as a Christmas present. I wanted him to say something, anything, he could yell at me for all I cared, I just needed a reaction from him.

"Oliver, I -"

I hadn't even seen him move. All I felt was the impact of my body being slammed against the adjacent wall, causing me to hit my head. I knew I should be in pain but the realization that he wanted me completely made the pain turn to pleasure.

His hands were everywhere, I couldn't keep track. They skimmed my neck, collarbone and stomach before he lurched away from me, the sudden loss of his body pressed against mine made me whimper as he lifted his shirt above his head, throwing it to the ground. He reached behind me and cupped my ass, lifting me slightly off the ground and moved me onto the edge of his desk, knocked his alarm clock onto the floor, causing a bang. "Oliver..."

"I don't care."

His mouth became attached to my neck as he sucked, hard. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning loudly as he slipped my bra straps off of my shoulder. He detached himself from me and ran his hands to my knees, pushing my legs open as he stepped even closer, causing me to feel the hardness beneath his pants. His eyes pierced mine as I felt his hand rim the top of my bra, sliding down to the clasps of the corset. His eyes never left mine as he expertly undid each clasp, slowly, but surely, each movement causing my body temperature to rise and my pulse quicken.

I moved my arms to help him slide the garment off of me before he gently placed it onto the desk beside me. He allowed himself to look down at my bare chest. I felt overexposed and uneasy waiting for a response.

"You're beautiful."

I let my head fall back as he ran his fingers through my hair and pulled me back towards him, connecting our lips together. "The bed."

I nodded and slid off of the desk, trying my best to move towards his bed without forcing our lips apart. I pushed on his chest and watched him fall backwards before adjusting his position, silently calling me towards him with his eyes. I careful climbed onto the bed and straddled him, gasping as his rubbed his hips against mine. He reached out and touched my thighs, encouraging me to move my hips in a circular motion against him. He groaned as my hands shot down to his belt, quickly undoing it, followed by his pants. He looked at me expectantly as I slid down his legs, pulling his pants and underpants with me in one go.

His cock sprang upwards and I abruptly felt immature and inexperienced. I shook my head, trying to physically rid myself of my thoughts as I pulled his clothing off of his feet. I repositioned myself above him as he slid his hands around me and rolled us over. "Are you sure you want this?"

My breathing slowed as I took in what he'd just asked me. After the sudden buildup of this experience, the rush that I was getting from him and that he was so obviously getting from me, I felt deeply cared for. The fact that he would stop to ask me, I knew, had to have been difficult for him but he did it for me and I so terribly wanted to do this for him.

"I want you, Oliver."

He smirked and sat up, gripping the sides of my panties, gently running his fingers over my hips, tickling me. He looked up at me one last time before he slowly began to pull them down my thighs, revealing my most cherished body part to him, over my knees, down my shins, and off my feet.

"Oh, Elena."

I felt so vulnerable to him but all I wanted was for him to go further, to be closer to me. I raised my arms, begging for him before he positioned himself above me.

My stomach twitched as his fingers found their way to my core, slowly slipping into me. "Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop."

My eyes jammed shut as I became absorbed in the sensation of it all. Everything was so new, so much to take in, I couldn't stand it. My head felt as if it were spinning and my body felt feverish I was sure I would pass out of this were to continue.

"Oliver, please."

He eased his fingers out of me before he ran his tongue over them, enjoying the taste of me. I felt his cock touch in between my legs when he gave me one last chance.

"I don't want to hurt you."

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, spreading my legs further. "Please. I need you inside of me."

I knew it took everything in him not to ram it in, but instead be incredibly gentle. A guttoral moan escaped from him as my body sheathed itself around his cock. The pain was more than I had imagined as he first began to thrust and I willed my muscles to relax around him, causing the pain to slowly subside and turn into immense feelings of gratitude. I wanted more, I needed more.

"Oh God, Oliver."

He read between the lines and began to pump into me faster, causing me to arch into him with each thrust. The feeling of him inside of me was insatiable as I slid my nails down his back, stopping at his ass, begging for him to go harder, deeper.

I tried to stop myself but I let out a groan as he gripped my arms and held them above his head. I wanted to touch him but I felt an incredible amount of eroticism as he pinned my arms down. "I can't last much longer, Elena."

My sexual instincts took over as his head fell next to mine, "I want you to cum for me." A struggled sound emitted from him as I felt his body shake and his juices explode inside of me.

He pulled himself out and moved off from on top, laying down beside me. I felt sticky and hot but perfectly content as I turned my head to look at him.

I smiled and snuggled into his chest as I felt him kiss the top of my head, our ragged breathing slowly subsiding.

"Happy Christmas, Oliver."

"Happy Christmas."