You guys never fail to make me smile. Thank you all so much for your love on the last chapter. As we did for that one, we are continuing right where we left off.

BIG SMUT WARNING HERE, but I think it's well deserved. If you don't want to read it, just skip to the line break where we'll meet up with Cindy. But come on, you know you want to. Enjoy!

Jimmy's POV

Behind the door, closest to where we were sitting, is my bedroom.

Cindy and I didn't make it far past that.

Her back was against the wall and my lips were on that spot just below her ear. Her breath was heavy and in a quick move, I brought her thin blue sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor as her arms came around my neck.

"This is a lot better than the bathroom," she spoke.

I laughed, remembering what she was talking about. "Well, maybe this time we can finish what we started." I was able to see her smile widen through the blinds from the light of the streetlamp and it was all I needed to kiss her again.

Cindy undid the buttons on my shirt and shook it off me just before I pressed against her, my hands going around her waist and landing on her ass.

"I missed this Cin." I murmured into her ear.

"Me too," she let out. "I miss all of you."

"Tell me."

"I miss your kiss," I left one just above her collarbone. "Your touch," I gently squeezed her backside, pulling her closer to me. "Your mouth..." The way she said it, like a request and not so much in response to what I asked, made me bring my hands to the front of her jeans and undo the button and zipper.

Her body was slightly angled now, her hips coming off the wall so I could remove her pants easily. I gently kissed a trail down her body, my lips getting lower as I kneeled in front of her.

I stopped at her waist and could see and feel the goosebumps that had developed. Rolling each of her pant legs down as far as I could, I lifted each ankle and she assisted me with taking them out of her jeans as I kissed along her inner thighs, my rough stubble running along her smooth skin. Her breath above me was soft and careful.

"Ohh..."

Focusing on the final barrier, I slipped my fingers over the band of her black, cotton underwear and pulled them down her legs. Once they were off, I traced a finger along her core to test her arousal.

"You're so wet baby," I pointed out. "You're ready for me, aren't you?"

"Jimmy-" her voice shook and she was already squirming.

"Stay still." I took her left leg and anchored it over my shoulder, now face to face with her center. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I drove my tongue into her. Immediately, her hand gripped onto my hair. In the way I know she likes, I went to work on her.

"Oh, fuck."

The taste of her is something I'll never forget and I can't believe I went this long without it. I went all over her favorite spots, licking and sucking her swollen flesh. Deciding she needed more, I brought one of my hands up and slid a finger inside her. The whimper from above me confirmed that it was a good choice.

I heard a soft thud and from the corner of my eye I saw that she now grabbed onto my dresser on her right for support.

With two fingers now curling inside her, I pulled my head away and looked up at Cindy. She couldn't see me though because her head was knocked back with her eyes closed and mouth open, sounds of pleasure releasing rhythmically. At some point, she removed her bra. Her firm, round breasts were now exposed and her nipples stood at attention. But I'll get to those later.

She rocked her hips into my hand, always so impatient.

"I said stay still." I replaced my fingers with my mouth, and Cindy released a breath in the split second it took. I lapped at her juices while my arm went around the leg that was on my shoulder, holding her in place.

"Jim- Oh, GOD!" She screamed. Knowing what it would take to get her there, I brought my lips over to her clit and sucked, trying to keep it as long as I could.

And that, the cry of her coming, is the best song I'm ever going to hear.

Several actions then happened at once. She released my hair as I put her leg back on the floor, the shakiness of it making her unsteady. She managed to stay upright and with a staggered breath gazed at me full of lust as I undid my own jeans, the throbbing in them unbearable.

Taking a step closer, I kissed her and ran a hand through her hair roughly, my length now pressed against her stomach.

"Wait," she spoke as if she realized something and it was the last word I expected her to say. "I- I'm not on the pill anymore. I stopped taking it a few months ago. I don- I don't have a-." Understanding what she meant, I nodded and took another couple of steps to the dresser she was just clutching on to. Opening the second drawer from the top, I quickly found what we needed and rolled it onto me.

She bit her lip as I approached her again and I hoped she was bracing herself. I grinned as I reached down to pick her up by the backs of her thighs and pinned her to the wall. Positioning myself, I took one more look at the dark hunger in her eyes and plowed into her.

"Unghh...! Ohh..." The force knocked her head back to the wall as she clutched her right leg around my waist.

"You like that?" I asked after a couple of hard thrusts. All she was able to emit was a gasp. "I want you to say it."

"Yes. God, yes," she moaned. "I love it. I love you. I love you so much." Her hand went to the back of my head, pulling me close.

"I love you too Cin," We kissed then, the fervor in it contrasting greatly to the sharp and slick movements of me sliding in and out of her.

She pulled away with a groan and my lips went to her neck and nipped on a familiar spot.

The sounds of our hips meeting harmonized with the claps of thunder from outside and in between our panting, I could hear the rain aggressively hit the window.

"So good..." Her nails dug into my skin as I pounded into her again and again.

"Harder. Fuck... Please... Neu-Neutron..." She just had to say it. My last name.

She knows what that does to me.

Still inside her, I gripped her hips and with her legs wrapped securely around my waist, I turned and carried her to my bed. Our discarded clothes on the ground caused us to lose balance and we fell backwards onto the mattress, Cindy now on top. Quickly realizing our new position, she threw me a wicked smile before impaling herself on me.

"Yesssss," I let out, watching her chest heave and mouth drop open as she bounced on top of me. "You're so fucking hot baby."

She mewled as she ran her hands into her hair, but not before sliding them up her body. Of course, she knew what she was doing. Remembering from briefly ago, I reached up and grabbed one of her tits, my thumb and forefinger rolling the hardened point.

"Ahh... God, I'm gonna come..." Grabbing onto her hips, because now she's had her fun, I flipped us over, pushing her into the bed. She hugged me close as I rammed into her a few quick, final times, both of us reaching that peak.

After a few moments, Cindy's breathing slowed down and when she stroked a hand down my back, I turned my head and faced her.

She smiled.


Cindy's POV

"So... it's decided? We're not telling anyone for now?"

After a while, we were completely exhausted and out of energy. We lay in his bed, a naked, jumbled pile of limbs covered by his thin sheets. His arm was tucked under my head going around to my other side and my tangled hair was sprawled across his chest. Now that we were officially, in all senses of the word, back together, it was onto the next order of business.

"Yeah. It's for the best." I agreed. "I think we've earned the right to take some time for ourselves to just... enjoy this, you know?"

"Definitely. And I have to admit, it'll be kind of nice keeping it as our little secret." I snorted before replying.

"Because that turned out so well the last time." I felt the rumble in his chest as he laughed and we both recalled our unsuccessful plan the first half of our senior year of high school.

"You know," he began. "There might be someone we won't be able to avoid telling." I looked up at him curiously, with an idea of who he is talking about. "Carl." He answered before I could ask.

"Why?" I wanted to hear his reasoning first before sharing why I agreed. I shifted so I could look at him comfortably.

"He was here a few days ago. Just visiting. We were catching up and then... you came up. And he basically put it into perspective that I should try to get you back."

"And then I beat you to it as always, huh?" I raised an eyebrow. He grinned.

"You sure did."

"Carl actually umm, helped me too. To get here." I decided to fill him in.

"Really?" He sounded like he couldn't believe it.

"Yeah. How do you think I got your address?"

"What?!"

"Yeah," I repeated with a giggle. "I knew he was here for a couple of days because Libby told me he was coming to visit you," I started to explain. "I assumed he stayed with you so I figured he had your address. Even though I wasn't sure, I had to give it a shot. So I called him from the train and... here I am."

"Here you are. Damn." he nodded and I knew he wasn't expecting that part of the story of how I got here. "Well, he definitely knows then."

"Not necessarily. He doesn't know what happened when I got here."

"And I, for one, wouldn't want to tell him," his voice was low as he ran the fingers on the hand that was around me down my arm. I smirked, realizing I also wouldn't want anyone to know what we were just doing.

"Well," I began my suggestion, "let's act as if he doesn't know we're together, until he gives us a reason to believe that he does."

"That's a really good idea, actually."

"It's probably the best way to go about it. This way it won't seem like we're telling him and no one else," I replied.

"Libby and Sheen are going to go crazy when they find out."

"Those two have enough going on right now. If Libby finds out we're back together... she could go into early labor for all I know." he chuckled, though we both knew that was a real possibility.

"When is she due again?"

"Mid-January. I'm not sure of the exact date."

"Wow. That's not too far away. They must be really excited."

"She's scared shitless." I sighed. "I can hear it in her voice whenever we talk about the baby. I wish she'd stop stressing out though. She's going to be such a great mom. And imagine the music taste that kid will have! With Sheen as their dad, they'll be a pop culture junkie."

"Very true. You'll always be able to make conversation with them, that's for sure."

"Yup." I agreed.

"I think Sheen is handling his impending fatherhood well. Based on what I've talked to him about at least."

"He's been a dream all throughout the pregnancy apparently. Libby tells me everything he's been doing to make her comfortable and relaxed. He's given in to her every craving and I'm sure she means more than just food..." I trailed off, knowing Jimmy would get it. "And they're just so cute! They're preparing the nursery and getting everything set up... Nothing blue or pink though since they don't know the sex-."

"They don't know the sex?!" I shook my head against his arm and I knew he could feel it. "Damn, I don't know if I could wait to be surprised like that." My heart skipped a beat at the implication of what he said.

"Yeah, they uhh," I tried to get back on track. "They both want to be surprised. They're picking out boys and girls names but we'll have to wait and see."

"I'm excited for them."

"Me too."

As if it were waiting for a lull in conversation, my stomach chose that moment to roar for attention. My hand immediately went to it while I broke out into silent laughter.

"Was that your stomach?" Jimmy asked because there was no way he didn't hear it.

"All I had to eat today was Pop-Tarts in the morning!" I defended while I kept laughing it off. "I was going to get lunch after my class but I had this huge urge to leave early and come all the way to Boston."

"Okay, okay," he chortled. "Let me go to the kitchen and see what I can do." He answered as he kissed the top of my head and got out of bed.

"Wow, okay," I spoke, impressed. He threw me a smile as he walked around his bed and put on the boxers he was wearing before leaving the room.

I took a moment to reflect on everything that happened today as I pushed my head back into his pillow and beamed. I don't think I've ever been happier than at this moment. Jimmy and I love each other so much and tonight proved that we can make it through anything.

Deciding to get up and that maybe I should help him in the kitchen, I removed the sheet from my body and swung my legs over the side of his bed. I searched and quickly found the shirt he was wearing and it was while I was buttoning it up that something caught my attention.

Near the foot of his bed, just underneath the frame, not like it was hidden, but rather forgotten, was what appeared to be a pink piece of clothing. Nervously, because I already had a feeling as to what it was, I picked it up and held it out in front of me.

In my hands were a pair of women's underwear. A brighter pink than I originally thought. Cheeky style. Sheer lace.

Deep breath.

There's only one reason why these would be here. And whoever wore these knew what they were doing when they put them on.

Because girls don't just wear panties like this. They're worn with a purpose. And this... girl fulfilled it.

You knew this was a possibility.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), there's no way for me to know how long these have been under here.

Though I wonder if I would find anymo-.

No.

Looking around the room, it's easy to notice how untidy it is. So it's likely that whenever these are from, Jimmy just never cleaned up his room enough to see and get rid of them.

I let go of the panties and kicked them back close enough to where they were, out of sight but not out of mind. My eyes went to the condom wrappers scattered around the floor near his bed, which reminded me of the fact that he even had them to begin with. Close to his wooden dresser lay the box he took them from. Half-knowing I'd regret it, I picked up the box and looked for the number on the front indicating how many there were.

A value pack.

Ambitious much, Jimmy?

NO.

Stop it.

We were broken up. Of course he was completely free to see -or screw- anyone he wants.

It's not like he's the only one who did.

But if I asked him about it, would he tell me the truth? I'm not going to... confront him with the evidence or anything crazy like that. And I'm not going to get mad. I just want to know. That's only fair, right?

That was as much contemplating as I could do before his bedroom door opened. At the last possible second, I dropped the box near the dresser and stood up, pretending like I was already walking towards him.

"Hey," he greeted as he entered, holding a plate in one hand and with two bottles of water tucked under his arm.

"Hey." My throat was dry. "I was just coming out to see you."

"Nah, I wasn't going to take long." He handed me the plate and twisted the cap off one bottle. I looked at the sandwich in front of me.

"A PB&J. You are thriving living on your own with no meal plan," I teased. He rolled his eyes playfully and sat on the bed, taking a drink. "Thank you." I sat next to him, angled in his direction and took a bite.

"We can order some food later if you want." he spoke while pushing some of my hair away from my face. "Or we can go to this great breakfast place around here in the morning." I put the sandwich back down and looked at him.

"You want me to stay the night?"

"Well, you're obviously not leaving back to New York this time of day." He said it like it wasn't even an option. A soft smile formed on my face.

"Okay," I leaned in to kiss him, one that he quickly returned. But this one was different. With the new information I now had, I felt a strong urgency to make sure he felt it. That he felt me. Bringing one hand into his hair, I tugged at it more roughly than usual. My tongue slipped in between his lips. Possessive.

"Hey, hey," He pulled away. "You okay?"

"Can I ask you something?" I moved the plate to my other side and I hoped he could tell I was serious.

"Of course."

"Do you promise you'll answer honestly?"

"Do you really think you have to say that?"

Ignoring that last part, I spoke as confidently as I could. "While we were broken up, how many girls did you sleep with?"

A blink. A pause. A sense that he was thinking of what to say, and an even worse feeling that it may not be the truth.

"I'm not going to get mad." I shook my head once, to assure him. "So please be honest with me."

"Are you asking because of the condoms?" And I thanked God that he's the one who brought them up.

"Yeah," I started. "When I told you I wasn't taking birth control anymore, I figured we'd have to stop and look for one or something. But they were there in your drawer and pretty accessible, in my opinion. I mean, why would you have condoms if you aren't having sex?"

I had difficulty looking into his eyes. But instead of down or away, I focused on his facial hair, giving it the most attention I have all night. I recalled how his scruff gave me a heightened feeling to my neck, chest, legs, and everywhere else on my body. I love it. It suited him.

He looked good. So good.

I can't really blame those other girls.

"You should know that they're not all mine," he spoke, taking me out of my thoughts. "Tyler," he knocked his head towards his roommate's side of the room, "has a drawer full of his girlfriend's stuff so I keep the box in my dresser. But yes," he gave a single nod, "I've used them."

I blinked, hoping he would elaborate.

"Two," he spoke so softly, I barely heard it.

"Huh?"

"Two," he said it slightly louder. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I only slept with two other girls." Oh. "The first was about a month after your birthday party. One of my other roommates and I stayed in town over winter break and we... went out one night. And the other was during the last weekend before classes started. We uhh, had a party here in the apartment." He spoke carefully, giving me more information than I asked for, even though I was curious.

"Okay," I took in what he was saying. "Thank you for telling me." And although there were still things I wanted to know, I didn't ask. The important thing was that I wasn't - I really wasn't - mad.

"How about you?" He asked, unexpectedly.

"What?" I acted as if I didn't hear him.

"When we were broken up, how many guys did you have sex with?" He put it far more bluntly than I did. Knowing that I had to be just as honest, I answered.

"Just one." His brows raised.

"Really?"

"Yeah," and since I also had to explain, I continued. "Remember how I told you that I went with Sonia to Seattle for the holidays?" He nodded. "Well," I kept going. "She has this... cousin," I noticed the look of acknowledgement on Jimmy's face. "The one she's closest to, actually. He tagged along with us to show me around the city. We got along well and so we went out a couple of times while I was there. And well... you know."

"He could have been a murderer," Jimmy said abruptly. I smiled widely, somewhat expecting a reaction like this and knowing he was mostly kidding.

"Well, he's not," I laughed. "Sonia had already told me a lot about him so he wasn't a complete stranger. I was already looking forward to meeting him in person. He's great but we both knew it wouldn't work out."

"Hmm," was all he said.

"You can't get upset, Jimmy." I warned, my tone playful. "I'm as honest with you as you were with me and I'm not mad, not in the slightest. Truly."

"I know, I know. I'm not either. Really."

"Good."

"And in case you thought about it," He glanced over at me, "just know that I never did anything with Annie."

The laugh I produced almost made me forget about the whole situation.

"I know you didn't do anything with Annie. Just like I know why you're not her type." My eyes flickered up and down his body while his widened in surprise.

"How do you know?"

"Libby told me at the Fourth of July barbecue," I told him. "I was umm, making some comments about Annie because I noticed she only talked to you while she was there. So she thought the news would... calm me down. Which it did. A lot." He chuckled.

"Alright then. So she's not a threat?"

"No. She never was, I guess. I've actually been thinking about reaching out to her. To... apologize for everything over the years."

"Well, you're both in the same city now. Maybe you could do it in person."

"Maybe..." I trailed. "Right now there's something else I'd rather do instead." I said in a low voice.

"Oh, really?" He got closer as he slipped his hand up my thigh.

"Really." The word barely escaped my lips before he shut me up with a kiss and brought us down to his bed.

While I have you all here, I'd like to announce that I am writing another one-shot outtake to this tale! Taking place the night before the events of chapter three, we will follow Jimmy and Cindy on their final night together before he leaves for college. This was subtly alluded in the last chapter, so if anyone caught that, excellent job. Follow me on Author Alert for updates or on Twitter at D13Tribute!

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