A/N: Woo-hoo. Chapter three. I'm mentally jumping around like Sylvester Stallone in Rocky. I did it! Wrote my first sex scene ever. Let me know what you think. Alexandri.

Joan stood at the foot of Adam's bed watching him. In the time it had taken her to go to the bathroom then get a glass of water and come back, he'd turned on his side toward the wall, pulled the covers up to his chin, and gone to sleep. She sighed. Tonight had not gone at all as she had hoped. Awkwardness, embarrassment, pleasure, eagerness, some pain—these things she'd expected. Disappointment she had not. She certainly hadn't expected Adam to be the disappointed one. As far as she was concerned, it hadn't been that bad.

When they'd gotten back to his building, they'd both been eager. They'd kissed all the way up the stairs to his apartment door. Once inside, he'd clasped her to him, claiming her mouth again. It was a careful, deliberate kiss like he was searching for answers and he could only find them in the hidden recesses of her mouth. Then she'd arched into him, her hands buried in his hair, and slid her tongue in his mouth. He'd groaned, low and deep, almost a growl. His hands clutched fistfuls of her sweater as he drew her tight against him. Gasping slightly at the feel of his body aligned so intimately with hers, she'd ground her hips into his.

Adam tore his mouth from hers and released her. He collapsed against the wall behind him while she sank onto the arm of the sofa, both of them panting for air. Finally, he said, "Jane?"

She'd looked up at him; she hadn't quite caught her breath yet.

"Are you positive?" he asked, his eyes boring into hers. "You're ready to do this?"

Joan nodded slowly.

"I need to hear you say the words," he said softly.

Eyes never wavering from his, she cleared her throat and said, "I'm positive I'm ready to do this. I want this. I want you."

For a long moment, Adam didn't move or speak. Finally, he held his hand out to her. Joan stood, took his hand and followed him upstairs to his room.

"Do you want me to turn on the light?" he asked.

"I don't know. Do you want the light on?"

Shrugging, Adam glanced around the room before crossing to the window and opening the blinds. Cool, bluish moonlight mingled with the warm, yellow streetlight as it filtered into the room. "Okay?"

"Yes."

He nodded and sat on the side of the bed. He tugged off his shoes and socks.

"Um, Adam?"

Smiling sheepishly, he met her questioning gaze. "I hate these shoes. I've been wanting to take them off all night."

Joan laughed. "I know what you mean," she said, gesturing at her shoes.

"Come here," he ordered softly.

She did as he asked, coming to a stop in front of him. Adam leisurely removed her shoes, his fingers caressing her ankles. He carefully set them aside then looked up at her. His hands slid up her legs, drawing her closer before settling on her hips. Joan marveled that he could make her body tingle so sharply with such innocent touches. As she leaned down to kiss him, she wondered what would happen when they got to the more intimate stuff.

Joan sank onto his lap as the kiss deepened. She was so caught up in it and the feel of his hand gliding over her stomach that she didn't notice he'd plucked the combs out of her hair until it cascaded around them. "I love your hair," he murmured as he kissed his way up her jaw toward her ear. "Have I ever told you that?"

Nodding, Joan swallowed and sighed, "Last year after I cut it."

With a vague hum, Adam traced her ear with his tongue. She dug her fingers in his back as his hand cupped her breast. He kneaded it as his mouth trailed down the length of her neck. She cried out when he nipped her collarbone. "Did I hurt you?" he asked anxiously.

"No," she said against his neck. She tugged his shirt out of his pants and pulled it over his head. Carelessly tossing it behind her, Joan ran her hands over Adam's chest, delighting in the way his muscles flexed beneath her touch.

"Jane?" She raised her gaze to his. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"

She nodded. "It felt good. See?" she asked as she leaned forward and nipped his collarbone. His groan made her smile and she licked the spot she'd nibbled. She had made her way to the pulse throbbing at the base of his neck when she felt his hand slip under her top. "Wait."

"What?"

Grinning at his dismayed yelp, Joan stood and said, "I have on stockings."

"Okay," he said, clearly not getting the significance of this statement.

Joan brushed a reassuring kiss across his lips. "I need to take off my stockings."

"I can take them off for you, Jane."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "It'll just be awkward. It's best if I do it."

"All right."

"Close your eyes."

Adam gaped at her. "What?"

"There's really no sexy way to do this so it kinda helps if you don't watch." When he just stared at her like she'd lost her mind, she said, "Please?"

"Okay, Jane." Chuckling, Adam covered his eyes and shook his head. He plainly couldn't believe the current turn of events.

Cursing herself for wearing them in the first place, Joan quickly stripped off the offending garment and tossed them aside. Then she ran her hand through his hair. "Thank you," she said when he looked at her.

He grasped her hips and pulled her to him. Once she sat astride his lap, he said, "Anything for you."

Joan grinned and cupped his jaw in her hands. "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

"Never."

"Yes, you do," she laughed. "But that's okay. It's true."

"It is?"

"Mm-hmm. I'm crazy about you."

Groaning her name, Adam claimed her mouth and fell back on the bed. Joan closed her eyes and followed his lead, relishing his hunger. Then his hands were on her, stroking her skin, pushing up her sweater. He pulled it off and caressed her stomach and sides. His hands climbed her back, burrowed under her tousled curls, fondled her nape. A whimper escaped her as he idly tasted the curve of her neck while he shoved her bra straps off her shoulders.

So lost was she in the desire coursing through her veins, Joan didn't even notice that Adam had lain her on the bed until he pulled away from her, taking her bra with him. When had he unclasped her bra? She watched him through half-closed eyes. He simply knelt between her thighs and drank in the sight of her. As the need to be touched overwhelmed her, she wrapped her legs around him and urged him closer. Adam came willingly, his eyes growing hotter the nearer he got. Finally, he lay atop of her, his mouth hovering inches above her breasts. Cupping them, he slid his fingers over the soft mounds, learning their shape, texture and weight all the while staring in her eyes. Impatiently, Joan arched into his touch, silently requesting more.

"Soon," he whispered as he kissed each one in turn.

"Now," she demanded, her hands gripping his hair as she tried to pull him closer.

With a sly, almost arrogant smile, he said, "Yes, Jane." He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. She bucked beneath him. She'd wanted to say something but she couldn't think past the rasp of his tongue over the sensitive point or the way he gently twisted it with his teeth. Amazed that such a concentrated action could electrify her entire body, Joan merely held on as Adam tended to each breast in turn while he stroked her stomach, thighs, and back. He seemed to be touching her everywhere at once and she wondered how anything could possibly feel better than what he was doing.

Adam raised his head eventually and peeled her arms and legs from around him.

"Don't stop," she begged.

"Shh," he soothed. "I'm not stopping." He pulled her skirt and panties down her legs and dropped them on the floor. Then he looked at her. "You are so beautiful."

"You always say that," she whispered.

"I never meant it more than I do right now." His hands skimmed up her thighs with such reverence and hot-blooded eagerness that it fired her already surging blood. Gently, he parted them and pressed his lips to the inside of her knee. She sucked in her breath and slowly released it. Adam kissed, licked and nibbled his way up her thigh, mirroring his movements on her other leg with his hand. Squirming a little, she wondered if he was going to do what she thought he was going to do. Somehow she knew that if he tasted her there, she wouldn't last long enough for him to make love to her. She moaned his name.

"I'm right here, Jane. I promise it'll be good," he said as he kissed the springy curls covering her entrance.

"Oh, God. Please stop."

His head jerked up. "Stop?"

Joan tugged him toward her. He was too stunned to resist. She took his mouth with a hungry kiss. For a few blissful moments, he kissed her back as intent on ravishing her as she was on ravishing him. Then he ended the kiss and searched her face. "I don't understand, Jane."

"I want you." When he still seemed confused, she clarified, "Inside of me. I want you inside of me."

"Now?"

"Now."

Adam pulled back and sat on the side of the bed. "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure," she answered as she sat up, too.

"Okay," he stammered. He took a deep breath before undoing the fly and shimmying out on his pants and boxers.

She offered him a condom. As he reached for it, she tightened her hold on it. "I could do it for you," she said haltingly.

Adam shook his head and took the condom. "I think it'd be best if I did it," he said softly, blushing.

Joan nodded and covered her eyes like he had. She sensed that he didn't want her to witness this. He kissed her fingers and she found him smiling at her. "Thank you."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Anything for you."

His smile widened as he captured her lips and pressed her back into the pillows. Joan clung to him as his tongue delved into her mouth. She was only vaguely aware of him twining her legs around his waist, but tore her mouth from his and gasped when she felt him ease into her.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No," she breathed. As he slid into her inch by tantalizing inch, Joan's fingers gripped his shoulders.

"Are you sure this doesn't hurt?" he asked again, concern evident in his voice.

She managed to nod. The sensation of him filling her, stretching her was so intense, it dominated her. She'd never known anything could feel as good as he felt inside of her.

Finally, he was fully embedded in her. He brushed the hair off of her face. "Jane?"

Her eyes fluttered open. "Don't stop."

"You're sure?"

Joan chuckled. If she wasn't, it was too late now. "I'm sure." She was most definitely sure.

Adam began to move. He took gentle, languid strokes as if she'd lied about it hurting and he wanted to minimize the pain. It wasn't until her shuddering, clearly pleasured moan that he relaxed and began to make love to her like she wasn't fragile.

Joan felt like she was adrift on an endless wave of sensation. His breath, hot and urgent on her neck, his back muscles rippling beneath her hands, the increasingly relentless advance and retreat of his erection, and the dark, hungry look in his eyes combined to make her feel like she was drowning. The pressure became sharper, making her want all of him. She met him thrust for thrust, straining toward some presently unknown something.

"Jane?" She opened her eyes to find him staring at her with desperation in his. He closed them and buried his face in her neck even as he struggled against what she suspected was his impending orgasm. Wrapping herself firmly around him, Joan tried to give the extra bit of pleasure he needed. His grip on her shoulders tightened. "No," he whispered followed almost immediately by "Oh, God." He tensed then shook as his climax ripped through him.

Settling above her, Adam managed to cover her while bearing most of his weight on his arms. Joan stroked his back while he tried to regain his composure. He couldn't seem to catch his breath and the hot puffs of air sent pleasure pulsing through her. She felt as breathless as Adam yet oddly peaceful. Lying there, his weight pressing her deeper into the mattress, Joan realized that she was perfectly content to stay like this, enveloped by him.

She didn't know how long they'd lain there before he finally stirred. The sorrow on his face stunned and hurt her. He tried to smile but couldn't quite manage it. He touched his lips to hers and she clung to him. She kissed him earnestly, almost frantically, sucking at him as if she could extract his disappointment through his mouth. When she finally released him, she searched his face for some sign that he felt what she felt. Instead he swept his fingers over her cheek. "I'm sorry, Jane." Then he rolled off of her and turned his face to the wall.

Eyes closed, Joan willed her tears back. She felt deflated. How could he not have felt it? She knew he'd come. She'd seen it, held him while it consumed him. Wasn't that supposed to mean he enjoyed it? It was. Of that she was certain. But he hadn't. Instead, he'd felt let down.

Joan raised her hand to touch him but thought better of it. What would she say when he looked at her? Would she ask what she'd done wrong? She couldn't do that. Not yet. The hurt was too fresh. Tonight was supposed to have been beautiful, magical even. And it had been. But not for Adam. The tears came then and she couldn't lie there anymore. She got out of bed, put on his robe, and cried in the bathroom.

Which brought her to the foot of the bed watching the boy she loved sleep. She had to talk to him. She'd never get to sleep if she didn't. Sucking up her trepidation, Joan got a t-shirt out of his drawer, slipped it on, and climbed on the bed. Making herself touch him, she shook his shoulder. "Adam? Adam, wake up."

Passing a hand over his face, he squinted at her. "Jane?" He caressed her cheek then sat up. "What's wrong? You're crying. Are you okay?"

Head bowed, Joan shrugged.

"You're scaring me, Jane. Tell me what's wrong."

Taking a deep breath, Joan looked up into his worried face. "I just want to apologize."

"For what?"

"For pressuring you. I know you weren't entirely comfortable with . . ."

"You didn't pressure me."

"Us doing this," she continued as if he hadn't said anything. "You're always doing things just to make me happy, but we shouldn't have and . . ." She broke off and stared at her hands.

"Jane?" he said tentatively.

She sniffed. "I'm sorry you didn't like having sex with me." Saying the words aloud made it real and she covered her mouth with her hand as her shoulders shook with the sobs she was trying to hold back.

"Oh, Jane," Adam murmured as he gathered her in his arms.

"I'm sorry," she repeated as she buried her face in his neck and cried.

He hugged her to him and stroked her back. "You have nothing to be sorry for." When she shook her head, he squeezed her. "Look at me, Jane."

Reluctantly, Joan raised her eyes to his. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he repeated slowly, making sure to enunciate each word.

"I saw your face, Adam," she whispered. "You were so disappointed. You apologized for it."

Sweeping his thumb tenderly over her cheek, he said, "It's not what you think."

"What else could it possibly be?"

"I was disappointed in myself," he admitted.

"Why?"

"I couldn't hold out long enough." Joan just stared at him, mystified. Adam gave her a rueful smile. "I came and you didn't. That's why I apologized. I didn't please you."

Joan didn't know what to say. How could he think that? He'd been so gentle and considerate and sexy. She'd felt such amazing things when he was inside her; she couldn't begin to describe them. Stroking her hands over his abashed face, she tried to convey all the wonder and beauty and pleasure she'd felt with a kiss. "You did please me, Adam," she said when the kiss ended. "You pleased me so much."

"But not enough. I wanted it to be perfect for you."

"It was perfect." When he shook his head, she forced him to meet her eyes. "It was," she insisted. "I'm so lucky."

He chuckled derisively. "Right."

"My first time was with the man I love who just so happens to love me back . . ."

"Unchallenged."

Joan grinned. "It was sweet and sensual and incredible. And it didn't hurt at all. A lot of the girls in my sexuality class said that their first times were awful. Some of them even said that it was a long time before they got what the big deal was."

"You talked about this in class," he asked, surprised.

"It came up in study group," she said dismissively. "My point is that when you first entered me, it was like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle coming together. It was like we were made to fit as one."

Adam sighed and rested his forehead on hers. "You really aren't disappointed," he said, awe in his voice.

"Like I told you yesterday, you could never disappoint me." She snuggled deeper into his arms. "So I really didn't suck?"

Adam tipped her chin back and stared into Joan's eyes. "You so didn't suck. In fact, it was the very opposite of sucking."

For a moment, Joan smiled up at him. Then she frowned. "The opposite of sucking is blowing which pretty much means the same thing as sucking."

"I'm very uncomfortable with the direction of this conversation, Jane."

Her jaw dropped. "Adam!"

"What? I have on no clothes."

"Oh, God," she moaned, burying her face in his chest.

Laughing, Adam said, "Let's just say that making love to you tonight is definitely one of my top three all-time favorite Jane moments."

"You have favorite Jane moments?"

He grinned and nodded. "Now let's get some sleep. We've had a long night."

"Okay."

They lay in bed, Adam arranging the covers over them. He settled her in front of him and spooned behind her. She pulled his arm tight around her and twined their fingers together. He nuzzled her neck. Joan decided she really liked this position, but she was far too alert to sleep. "Adam?"

"Yes, Jane?"

"Can we try it again?"

"Not tonight."

"Why not?"

Adam sighed. "I'm no expert, but I think you're going to be sore tomorrow. If we do it again, it'll just make it worse, won't it?"

"I guess."

He kissed her temple. "Good night, Jane."

"'Night, Adam."

"You're not going to sleep, are you?"

"Not sleepy."

"I don't want to hurt you, Jane."

She smiled. "I got that."

"You're sure about this?"

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "I kinda want to have my way with you."

Adam groaned. "You really shouldn't say things like that."

"Even if they're true?"

"Even if they're true."

Joan turned in his arms. She ran a hand down his chest. Stopping at his navel, she traced it with her forefinger before dipping it inside. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. "You got to lick, kiss, and touch me all over tonight. I didn't."

"I still think we should wait until tomorrow," he panted. Her hand continued its journey south.

"But you know what they say."

"Who? About what? Huh?"

She grinned and kissed his chin. "They say 'never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.' I think that applies to our situation."

Her fingers brushed his erection and he jumped. "You're going to be the death of me."

"It'll be a fun way to go."

The sound he made was part laugh, part moan. "What am I going to do with you?"

Joan pushed him on his back and straddled his hips. "Let's find out."