A/N: Well, it's about damn time, eh? I kept trying to fix an ending to this, and nothing would stick, so I'm giving up, and will one day, hopefully not too many months from now, post a short epilogue of some sort.

Then, the next morning, as the sun rose, casting a red glow over her room, she slipped her hand between my thighs.

"Good morning to you too," I said, spreading my legs to give her better access.

"Morning breath," she said, scrunching up her nose to show her dissatisfaction at having my mouth so close. To escape, she went lower, nibbling on my breasts while her fingers brought a smile of satisfaction to my face. "I'm feeling better," she said in a husky morning whisper before trailing kisses further down.

"Mmm… so am I," I said as she planted her lips on the inside of my hip. I closed my eyes and half purred with delight. There really was no better way to wake up in the morning.

But then, suddenly, Paige was going down on me – and there wasn't anything between us. My eyes sprang open and I looked down at her.

"Paige, hey, don't you want a dental dam?"

"You only got those," she spoke slowly, punctuating her words with hard, firm strokes of her tongue against me, "because you thought I wouldn't go down on you any other way, not because you wanted to practice safe sex."

I was breathing heavily already. "Sometimes I forget how smart you are."

"You should never forget that." Anything else she might have said, I never heard… except for a panicked "Don't!" from her when I placed my hands on her head. She jerked her head back, making me fear (in vain, thankfully) that her second attempt would also end too soon. But I let go of her, she continued, and I quickly added Rule #27 – hands must grip the headboard when Paige is working her magic.

And yes, god yes, is it magic. That girl may have been a newbie at cunnilingus, but dear lord, was she good with her tongue. She carried her tease act into this too, slowing down or stopping to kiss my thighs or belly any time I started releasing a string of "yes"s and "don't stop"s and "oh god"s.

Finally, she granted me my release and slid back up beside me.

"You're all sweaty."

"You're fucking amazing."

"I'd hope so. My tongue's about to fall off."

"Well, now that you've proven it's useful for more than just talking, I'd say its loss would be a national tragedy." I pulled her into me and kissed the top of her head. "I don't suppose I get to have another try? Maybe without the dental dam this time?"

She gave me that wicked little smile of hers, and next thing I knew, I was between her legs again, with no hesitation to go down on her. She tasted like heaven, so much better than anything I'd ever licked off my fingers. And to feel every surface of her, ever crevice and fold, made it all the better. It was so soft and giving, so delicate. I went slower than before, and gentler, not to tease, but because I didn't want this to end. I couldn't get enough of her.

Despite my eagerness, my tongue was still not in shape and needed the occasional break. I took those moments to touch her, marveling in how wet she was even without lube. Eventually, though, my tongue would grow jealous of my fingers.

On one of my breaks, as my thumb rubbed her clit, I studied her, the first woman I'd seen close up… female anatomy was doing things to my head and hormones I never imagined. Something new popped into my head, though. In the weeks we'd been doing this, I'd never entered her, never done more than skirt around her entrance with a few skittish fingers. I didn't want to bring up the inevitable negative reaction, and I didn't want to associate what we did in anyway with what he did.

But she was lying there before me, legs spread, the morning sun in full force lighting the way, and I couldn't fight back my urge. My thumb pressed against her opening, lingering there long enough to give her pause, letting her know something was up.

"Paige," I asked, "can I…?" I moved my thumb around a little more, trying to explain what I wanted without having to say the words.

She was quiet for a long time, but finally gave her answer. "Ok," she half-whispered.

I started out slow, only using one finger, watching her face the whole time. She started to wince, but relaxed again, if you can call her biting her lip being relaxed. I only went to the second knuckle before pulling out and trying two fingers. If I thought she'd been tight with one, I was about to be corrected. I actually feared I might be hurting her. She gave a short whimper but when I asked if she was ok, she insisted she was, and I continued.

Eventually I was in at a sufficient depth. My lips and tongue were hungry, ready to take their position again, so I prepped myself for what I hoped would be my crowning glory as her lover. I found the ridged area inside her – her g-spot – and curved my fingers ever so slightly to put the right amount of pressure on it, careful to avoid scratching her with my nails, before rubbing and pressing against it. My tongue was at her clit, pushing the hood back and flicking the hardened nub as fast as I could.

I'd never known her to react this way before. She was moaning louder than ever before, moving more than ever before, and finally came harder than ever before, the muscles of her vagina contracting around my fingers, her hands entangled in my hair. Observing her afterward, she was far beyond a mere flushed chest and heavy-breathing – she looked stunned, and was nearly gasping for air.

I lay beside her and stroked her face. After a long wait, she turned to look at me.

"Why haven't we been doing this until now?"

I smiled. "You tell me. You were the hold-out. Feel free to make it up to me by letting me come over every night."

"Let's never leave this bed."

"I'm quite fond of it. But I'm also fond of food." Almost as if on cue, my stomach rumbled. "Sex is good for the appetite."

"You really know how to kill a moment."

"You're one to talk, Ms. Pukey McPuke Puke."

She sighed. "Give me ten minutes to rest, ok?"

My stomach growled again. "Five. You think your mom is up? Think she'd make us those blintzy-pancake things?"

"Oh, god, I forgot about my parents. I was loud, wasn't I? Do you think they heard?"

"Well, we never hear them having sex, so I doubt they can hear us."

"Ew. My parents so do not have sex." She turned inward for a moment, lost in thought. "And thank you for the disgusting images that are now playing in my head," she said with mock hatred. I smiled and held her tighter. At least I'd gotten her mind off of worrying whether or not her parents heard us.

She relaxed in my arms and played with a strand of my hair in her fingers. "What are you thinking about?"

"You. And this morning. And last night. And tomorrow night. And the night after. And..."

"I get the point. Are you thinking about anything else besides sex? And me?"

"Hm… I'm thinking I'm definitely a lesbian."

"Hon, you say that every time we make out."

"Well, Hon, I just like to confirm it. And having sex just confirmed it some more."

"And again with the sex," she said, giving me both her patented eye roll and smirk at the same time.

I couldn't tell her what I really thought, that I was falling for her. I wouldn't say love, not then, it was all still too new. But I could feel myself getting more emotionally wrapped up in her than I ever thought possible.

And no, it's not all about the sex – that occupies so little of our time together… but I gotta admit that it's amazing. Really, though, it's about looking up and seeing her eyes already on me in class. It's about having someone to share the mundane happenings of my life with. Someone I can turn to when the world collapses on me – whether it's two tests on the same day, or I've just watched my mom take a slap to the face and can't deal anymore. It's about having someone to whisper to in study hall or bitch with about customers at work. It's about knowing that even though I can get through life on my own, I don't have to… and admitting to myself that I don't want to.

And in that moment, looking at her, everything seemed to come together, and I felt liking and caring quickly morphing into loving. And damn, was that scary.

My stomach growled again and Paige shifted in my arms. Unable to stop myself – and not giving a damn about her dislike of morning breath – I kissed her… I kissed her like she meant everything to me…not passionately, but, well, lovingly. She saw it too… she saw that I was falling.

"Maybe we should go downstairs and get you some food," she said tenderly. She wasn't ready to deal with what she saw. And I was all too ready to leave that awkward moment behind.

"Blintzies?"

"Blintzy…that's the plural."

"Whatever…as long as I can have some… with strawberry syrup," I added.

"Ick. I never, ever, ever want to taste anything with strawberry flavoring ever again."

"There's still grape, banana, and vanilla to try."

"When they make a chocolate flavored one, then we'll talk. Until then, I suppose we'll just have to go sans protection."

"Oh, I can live with that." I got out of bed, dragging her with me. "Food, now."

Just before we headed downstairs – dressed in pajamas that still wore creases from having been so recently removed from Paige's dresser, making it all too obvious that they hadn't been worn overnight – she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her.

"Thank you," she said.

"For what?" I asked softly.

"For being my first."

I smiled – we were having a moment.

"And thank you for being mine. It… it really means the world to me, you know? You mean the world to me, Paige." Ooh, that was a little too close to love. I physically pulled away from her. "I smell blintzies. We should go downstairs before your dad eats them all."

She smiled coyly – obviously she knew and was going to let me off the hook. "Ok, but quit gloating… I'd rather it not be so obvious to my parents that we did the deed."

"Hey, it's hard to not smile when you've just deflowered the most popular girl at school."

"Enough!" she laughed, playfully hitting my arm with the back of her hand before leading me downstairs, to blintzy and seemingly oblivious parents.