Author's Note: Keeping it short and sweet this update. It's straight up Jyoumi sexy times. Also, please be sure to check my tumblr (see my profile) for the Jyoumi drawing that accompanies this update. Don't worry, it's work safe. This chapter, however, is NOT. This is M stuff, my poppets, so please be aware. (I never would have guessed that the first full-on sex scene I'd write would star Joe and Mimi? Way to go, Joe?)

Also, you can assume that Joe and Mimi did have some romantic interactions on Halloween night (as in, they aren't hopping straight to sex), and I just didn't write about it, because I can't be everywhere XD

At this point, you can assume that weeks are passing. I would guess that TK's visit was last weekend, and a brand new weekend is beginning (because who needs to hear about weekdays and classes in a story about college, amirite? Don't worry though, next chapter will be all about that, and I only hope it comes out interesting.) Also, who the hell works on a lab report on a Friday night? Why, Joe and Amy, of course! (Oh God, I did the same thing, babies. It's okay. You don't need to be cool.)

Close to You

Joe knew he was in trouble the moment Amy lowered her phone from her face. The two of them were crowding his desk, working on a lab report. Izzy was on his bed, typing on his laptop, and Mimi was doing her nails on Joe's bed, shooting the occasional look of complete disbelief at the lot of them for their choices of Friday night activities.

Joe didn't mean to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help but hear Sora's voice over the phone, announcing that, because Tai had gone home for the weekend, she would be with Matt tonight. Amy was already glancing over at Izzy and trailing her teeth along her lower lip. Joe began to panic as his lab partner wheeled her chair closer to her boyfriend. The two of them hardly ever touched in public, except for the odd arm-holding thing, but Joe had the impression that this wasn't due to a lack of desire for contact. And that meant that they would probably be heading to Amy's room soon.

Which was remarkably inconsiderate, as Joe was relying on them as a buffer against Mimi's advances. His fingers tensed as Amy pushed her chair right up to Izzy's bed, then leaned close to him, speaking in an undertone. Interest sparked in Izzy's eyes, and Joe felt his mouth go dry. He frantically leaned back, placing his upper body in Izzy's line of vision, and gave him a wide-eyed, imploring look. His friend graced him with a blank look, then rose and offered Amy his hand, helping her up from his desk chair.

"Joe, you don't mind if we work on the lab report later, do you?" Amy asked, sliding her hand against Izzy's elbow as she stood. "My room freed up, so Izzy and I are going to-" She paused for a moment, then blinked down at Izzy, going slightly red in the face.

"Put in a movie," Izzy supplied easily. Joe favored him with a skeptical, unimpressed look, but he did have to admire the redhead's ability to fill in for his girlfriend. When directly confronted, Izzy was usually a very poor liar, but he was an expert at the art of using truth to his best advantage.

Mimi giggled, and Joe turned automatically towards that sweet, infectious sound. Despite the frantic beating of his heat, he managed a genuine smile in response. "There's a difference between putting a movie in the computer and actually watching it," she pointed out, rolling onto her stomach. She cradled her chin with the backside of her hands and fixed the couple with a knowing smirk, swishing her legs playfully all the while. Joe swallowed hard as his eyes followed the movement. Although he knew it was probably a strange fixation, he loved her slim, delicate ankles.

"Fascinating," Izzy drawled. His tone was steady and unruffled, but his cheeks were beginning to flush, and he tugged on Amy, half pulling her out of the room with him. Her legs moved stiffly beneath her, and she stumbled along the way, forcing her boyfriend to steady her. They were gone before Joe could even protest. A thousand excuses for them to stay had popped into his mind in an instant, but choosing between them had taken one second too many, and now his window of opportunity was firmly closed.

Before Izzy had fully closed the door behind him, Joe was sweating, and Mimi was starting to stand. His mind filled with an endless loop of oh God oh God oh God as she stared him in the eye and licked her lips. Her hair trailed behind her as she moved, as did her filmy, gauzy skirt. She looked like she was walking right out of a movie and into his personal space, and it was surreal and incredible and absolutely terrifying. Before he really knew what was happening, she was straddling his lap, and his arms closed around her automatically, so that she couldn't fall.

"Joe…" Mimi shifted forward, so that her most intimate parts were planted on top of his, then began to kiss him. Joe's heart went ballistic, beating so hard that it might have been trying to pop out of his chest. He tried in vain to repeat soothing phrases in his mind, but it was all lost beneath a consuming combination of panic and desire. Within moments, he was breathing like a race horse and helplessly aroused, and she, of course, could feel both.

There was a faint plucking sensation working down his chest, and Joe opened his eyes and saw that Mimi was popping his shirt buttons. His hands automatically went to the fabric, holding it together. He could feel Mimi frowning against his lips before she pulled away from him.

"Joe," she chided, covering his hands with hers, "you want this. Don't tell me you don't." Her hips ground against him, and his eyes shut at the sensation of warmth and friction. His grip went slack, and Mimi jumped on the opportunity to pry his hands away and continue undressing him. "What are you so shy for, anyway," she muttered as she pulled the shirt away from his body. "You're wearing an undershirt. You're not even half naked yet."

Joe watched as his button down sailed across the room, landing on Izzy's bed. Then there were hands pulling at the hem of his undershirt, and he tried to back away, but the chair just rolled into his desk. He wanted to explain why he was hesitant about this, but his girlfriend had a way of getting him tongue-tied and distracted. "Muh-Mimi-"

She was lifting his arms in an attempt to get the shirt over his head, cutting off his protests with a mouthful of fabric. Joe would have stopped her, but he was afraid of knocking her off of him, and he'd rather be stripped naked in a crowd than hurt her. The shirt caught on his glasses, knocking them askew. Soon, he was blinking down at an incredibly blurry Mimi, and she giggled and straightened them out for him, snapping the world back into focus.

"Oh, Joe," she sighed, and he colored at the pleasure and affection in her voice. Her hands were rubbing his shoulders, traveling along their width. "You have the most amazing shoulders…!"

"I, I- what?" Joe stared at her in helpless confusion, gripping his seat for support. Shoulders? Really? Who cares about shoulders! What's even happening here?! Is she making up ways to compliment me? But her eyes were dreamy and lowered, and her body had drawn automatically to his bare torso, melding to it. Joe felt the tiny, delighted exhalation moving out of her, and he had to acknowledge her words as truth, even if he didn't understand them.

"Mmm. They're so broad and strong…" He shivered as she ducked forward, trailing kisses along his skin. Joe tilted his head, trying to make sense of her shoulder fixation. He didn't really think about his body that often. All he had really noticed was that he was much, much bigger than Izzy, whose health was always a worry for him, since he didn't take the best care of himself. He was taller, but he was also a normal weight, and he did have some slight muscle tone here and there. That was probably a result of constantly carrying books and lugging medical supplies and instruments around the hospital where he volunteered during high school.

Mimi ran her hands over his chest, then to his stomach, following the faint trail of hair to his belt buckle. The touch left odd tingles in its wake, and Joe shuddered, not knowing what to make of these new sensations. "You're so tense!" Mimi murmured. "Relax, Joe. Relax."

Relax, she says, as she works my belt buckle. The moisture that had been forming on his forehead since Izzy and Amy left had turned to full beads, and Joe could feel them starting to move down his face. His breathing hitched, and Mimi's forehead crinkled with concern. "Joe, are you okay? Talk to me, sweetie. You'd think I was holding a gun to your stomach."

"Were," Joe corrected, fending off the fatal moment of communication with whatever he could. "It's the past subjunctive. You'd think I were holding a gun to your stomach."

Mimi's eyes narrowed, and Joe edged back and laughed nervously. "But, ah, that's not important right now," he said hastily. Mimi crossed her arms and fixed him with a look that could flay the skin right off a man. Joe's forced laughter took on a high, tense edge.

"Seriously," Mimi cried, throwing her hands up. "What is the problem here, Joe? I want you. You want me. So let's do this, already! I'm so tired of waiting for something we both want!" Her body wriggled with frustration, eliciting a soft moan from Joe. His hands moved to her sides, wanting to touch her, despite his misgivings.

"I'm sorry, Mimi," he mumbled, staring at the trailing fabric of her skirt. "I just… Yes, I-I want you." I am allowed to say that, right? That's okay? His heart throbbed painfully with his worry, but Mimi smiled, and that eased his mind. "Okay. Okay. Uh, it's just… You know I'm a virgin, right? I've told you that. I, I have no idea what I'm doing, and I don't want to… I'm afraid that I won't be able to… That you won't like…" Why is this so hard? his mind demanded. I'm babbling like an imbecile!

"Is that what this is about?" Mimi asked, raising an eyebrow. Joe studied the pale blue eyeshadow beneath it, focusing on unimportant things in an effort to ward off his embarrassment and alarm. "Joe, sweetie…" Her hands closed around his cheeks, and Joe flinched as she moved his face, aiming his eyes towards hers. "It's okay. I'm not expecting you to magically walk right out of a romance novel and rock my world." Her eyes rolled, and she giggled, a pretty sound that had Joe leaning closer. He grimaced as he envisioned himself as a character in one of those ridiculous books, wearing a loose shirt and too-tight pants. It looked stupid even in his imagination.

Once her amusement wore off, Mimi huffed and crossed her arms, furrowing her brow. "Hmm. I should have expected you to panic about this. Next time, just talk to me, okay? I'll teach you what I want you to do, Joe. I'm not shy about asking for what I want, you know that. But for now…" Her voice was suddenly thick, alluring, dark, and Joe swallowed the wrong way and had to force down a sputtering cough. "For now," she whispered, moving her hands back to his belt, "all you have to do is get comfortable on the bed, and I'll take care of the rest this first time. Once I convince you that this is nothing to worry about, I'll teach you eeeeeverything you need to know." She nipped at his lips, then smirked, producing a look of mixed glee and smugness.

The world went fuzzy for a moment as heat rushed to Joe's face. "B-b-but, are you sure? That doesn't seem very, uh… Uh?" Oh, God. Words. Words for talking. Use them, stupid! But seriously, what man could speak rationally when a girl as beautiful and vibrant as Mimi was stripping him and whispering enticements in his ear?

"Don't you worry, baby," Mimi whispered. She began to nibble his earlobe, and Joe could feel her lips forming a smile as she worked her teeth. "You'll pay me back later." A strangled sound slipped out of his throat, and Mimi laughed airily, then nuzzled his nose with hers.

"You are so fun," she cried. Her hands tugged on his belt, and soon it was sailing across the room, joining his shirts on Izzy's bed.

"Wait, wait!" Joe's hands moved jerkily as he stared at the door. "Let me lock the door. And, and, I don't have any p-protection, so, uh-"

Mimi grinned, then hopped off of him and went to the door, twisting the lock home. Then she went to Joe's bed, picking up her purse from its far side. "Of course I have condoms," she said, fishing around inside the bag. "Do you think I'd corner you like this without them?"

"O-oh." That was all Joe could manage as she sat the purse on the floor and turned down his comforter. She smiled, and her expression of anticipation and pure excitement made her eyes glitter, made her even more stunning than usual. Joe's hands closed around his knees, and he rolled himself closer without willing it.

Her hands moved to the bottom of her pink blouse, and she smiled wickedly and began to sway slightly. It took a moment for Joe to realize what was about to happen, and his thoughts went into an uproar when he figured it out, bouncing around his head like an upset bucket of rubber balls, battering his skull from within. There was no music, but that didn't stop Mimi from improvising a dance that morphed into a strip tease. Her slim body twisted suggestively, reminding Joe of music videos that had made him color, shake his head, and close the browser. But what had seemed awkward from a stranger was wildly erotic coming from Mimi, especially as the blouse made its way over her head and off of her body, fluttering to his desk like a drunk flamingo.

How does she make this so natural? Joe wondered, biting his lip as the skirt followed. There was a rushing sensation all over his body, as if he had just stepped under a heated waterfall, and he fought to stay steady. Any sense of calm was an illusion, of course; Joe was shaking, more and more each second, especially as Mimi advanced on him in her underwear. Her body was just like a model's, slim, willowy, and completely under her control, as if she could monitor its movements from a third person camera.

Joe swallowed hard. He didn't quite feel right. His skin was so hot, it was like he was boiling from inside. He was sweating all over now, and something about the heat was making him feel slow and dreamy, loosening his hold on his tongue. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured, his tone matter-of-fact. Mimi paused mid-stride, blinked, then smiled.

"Joe… Come here, sweetie." Joe stood automatically, then came to her, bending to bridge their difference in height when she tipped her head back. He soon found that Mimi was just as overheated as him, but that didn't seem to matter. His mind was full of her, tasting her, touching her, hearing her faint murmurs and sighs as they kissed. He wasn't aware of his hands roaming over her form, unhooking her bra (a maneuver he had learned on Halloween), slipping her panties down her thighs and beyond. And, when they finally broke away from each other, he was just as surprised to find himself naked.

God, this woman is powerful. Nerves forced their way through the mist of desire and attraction around his mind, and he felt his eye twitch. Mimi was staring at his crotch, and wasn't that just completely comfortable? Her eyes went wide, and Joe had no idea if that was a good sign or a bad one. To his knowledge, there was nothing out of the ordinary about his equipment, but it wasn't as if he had much basis for comparison. His hand clenched into shaking fists as the moment stretched on.

"Joe," Mimi sighed at last, planting her palms on his hips. "Life is good." Joe felt his brow shoot up, and his anxiety took complete control of his tongue, making his words sharper than usual.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded, his voice distraught. He tried to back away, but Mimi came closer, pressing her bare body flush against his. Despite the mood riding him, Joe's arms wrapped around her, landing on her small, pert bum. She tilted her face towards his and smirked, looking like the proverbial cat with a mouse. He was clever enough to be wary of that look.

"They say size doesn't matter, Joe, and that maybe true. But…" An eyebrow rose, mirroring the lifting motion of her lips. "It sure never hurts." Her hands ran down him, and he moved forward jerkily, startled by the sudden intimate contact.

"S-so," he stammered, his mind tripping over the many stimuli and emotions battering him, "you're saying it's… Good? Right?" Mimi was steering him to his bed, and he sat obediently, scanning her face for an answer. Despite stripping her down on Halloween, no one had ever seen him naked before, and he had no idea what kind of reaction to expect.

"Mmm!" She straddled him and kissed him, and Joe gasped as her fingers worked his member. "Veeeeery good," she purred. Joe simultaneously relaxed and grew more wired than ever. He was relieved that he had gotten through the naked reveal without any problems, but now he was worried that she would expect a stronger performance out of him.

And then, oh yeah, there's a gorgeous girl running her hands all over me. God, it's good, how am I supposed to get through all of this? No, no. Calm down. It's going to be fine. Calm down?! Are you crazy?! His thoughts went on like that, contrary, fractured, until he realized that Mimi had picked up the condom.

"Whoa!" he cried, trying and failing to back away. He smacked into the dorm wall, earning himself a few scratches from the rough surface. "Mimi- you're not- you need to be- I mean, are you- shouldn't we- Ah, fuh-foreplay?" Izzy's advice echoed through his mind, reminding him that he shouldn't rush into sex without making sure that his partner was sufficiently aroused. And, to his knowledge, he had done nothing but freak out so far, and that didn't really strike him as a turn-on. Well, I'm beginning to think that Mimi does get a certain pleasure out of watching me squirm, he told himself, and his lips formed a thin line. But I don't think it's sexual.

Mimi giggled and placed her hands on his cheeks. "Ahhh, Joe. Normally, yes. But I'm worried about you. You look… No offense, but you look like you're losing it. Trust me, you'll relax once we've gotten down to business." She winked saucily and began to tear the packet open, and Joe wrinkled his nose at the pungent smell that burst from the wrapper. "Yeah, I know," she said, shrugging. "But neither of us will care in a few minutes."

Joe rubbed his forehead, willing his mind to work through its distress. He didn't want their first time to be all about him, even if he was in need of considerable assistance. There had to be something he could do, but what? See, this is why I wanted more particulars, Izzy. Thanks a lot.

But really, hadn't the redhead told him something that applied in this situation? Something about asking questions, since she has experience. Joe took a few deep, steeling breaths, trying to ignore everything around him, despite how attractive most of it was. His voice broke when he finally started talking, tripping over a flash of pleasure from whatever Mimi was doing with her hands.

"Mimi, please. Tell me what you like. I don't know what I'm doing, it's true, but I want to do whatever I can to make this good for both of us." His hands landed on her waist, and he pulled her in, holding her against his front. He felt Mimi stiffen against him, and she released him and returned the embrace, nuzzling her face against his neck.

Having her so close, trusting her with aspects of himself that he had never shared with anyone before… Joe breathed in deeply, sliding his hands down her sides and back up her back. The sensations of touching her, of smelling her skin, her shampoo, her perfume, of hearing her breathe so close to his ear eased the worst of his mood, breaking through his anxiety. Joe finally began to remember why he was here in the first place.

She probably didn't know it, but this girl had turned his world upside down in a matter of weeks. Joe had lived his life with his nose in a long string of books, concerned with nothing but the health of his loved ones and his grades. Each day was very much like the other, and he had liked it that way. Habit was safe, comforting, easy, warm, and as long as he had that security, along with the sense that he was building towards his goal of becoming a doctor, Joe was content.

But contentment didn't exist anymore. Ever since he first set eyes on Mimi, all of his emotions had kicked into full gear. Some were familiar, such as anxiety and nerves, but others were strange and wonderful. Excitement, hope, arousal, annoyance, confusion, affection… Whether she was bouncing around in a bright, vivacious blur or driving him up a wall in a fit of pique, Mimi made everything more intense, more interesting, and, despite his sheltered existence thus far, Joe was wise enough to know that he was just now coming to actually live his life.

Without thinking, he pulled Mimi away from his body, so that he could see her face. "Mimi," he said, shocked with the force of his revelation, "I think I… I think I might be falling in love with you."

There was a pause, and the words echoed in his head, and he felt all of the color drain from his face. Shit! Shit! Shit! What's wrong with me? We've only been together for two months! She's going to freak out! "I, uh, I mean, I don't really know- I've never been in love before- If I am- I- S-sorry!" He flailed for a moment, then buried his face in his hands, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. She'd be fleeing the room as soon as she got her clothes on, no doubt.

When Joe finally lowered his hands, he saw Mimi staring at him, looking more than a little overwhelmed. "I'm so sorry," he said, his heart sinking horribly. Who knew that a single sentence could break all of his hopes apart? Breathing was suddenly a monumental task, as if the oxygen content in the room had nosedived. He offered her his comforter, holding it in front of her body, hiding it from his view. "I- Let me- Let me get you your clothes." She blinked, shook her head slightly, and batted his hands away.

"Sweetheart," she breathed, taking hold of his hands. They trembled around his, then tightened, and Joe clung back. He felt like he might cough his heart up any moment. "I… I've dated a lot of guys. But none of them…" Her eyes averted, and she breathed in heavily, then cuddled up to him, laying her head on his shoulder. Joe had no idea what was happening here, but she wasn't running away screaming in the night, and that was encouraging. He finally managed to work some air into his lungs.

Her voice went uncharacteristically low and subdued, and Joe ran his hands up and down her back, hoping to support her. "I've never had this much respect for someone I've been with, Joe. You're so sweet and cute and considerate and smart and, and… Good. I… I'm not certain that I can say I feel the same way as you, but I do care about you a lot. Really, a lot. I'm beginning to really hope that I will grow into that feeling for you." Her grip tightened, as if she were afraid that something might part them, and Joe clung to her with equal fervor, as he shared that fear.

"Is that enough for now, Joe?" she whispered, and the knot in his chest broke apart in one fluid motion. He was somewhat surprised to find that her answer was completely acceptable to him. He would have thought that a lack of automatic reciprocation would be hurtful, but, to be honest, he was grateful that she cared enough to explain her feelings, rather than just parrot the words or stay silent. It was a bit of a gamble to date someone who was a step behind his level of attachment, he knew, but he was willing to take a chance on Mimi. And hearing her opinion of him did something odd and wonderful to his heart, warming it, granting him a foreign sense of confidence. "Of course it is," he murmured. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have thrown that out there like that, I just-"

"No!" Mimi cried, swatting him on the head. "Joe, you can't help what you feel. There's no reason to beat yourself up wondering when to say things to me. That's a waste of time that could be spent doing something more… interesting. And speaking of…" That mischievous gleam was back in her eye, and Joe knew Mimi well enough to guess that she had passed her limited tolerance for seriousness. "If you really want to help me out, I'm a big fan of oral. Think you're up for that?"

Whoa! Blunt! Joe never could have said something like that with a straight face, but Mimi looked completely unfazed. "I'll do my best," he said, somewhat stiffly. His sudden nervousness must have been obvious, because Mimi laughed as she fell onto her back, spreading her legs as she went. Joe followed her, telling himself repeatedly that the incredible sight laid before him was just a body part, and shouldn't be a source of fear. "I'm sorry. Could you tell me what you like?" His voice had jumped an octave, but Mimi kindly restricted her reaction to a stifled giggle.

"Kiss the insides of my thighs," she instructed. This was the first in a string of commands that led Joe through his task, and he clung to Mimi's voice like a lifeline, obeying everything to the letter. It might have been his imagination, but he sensed that she was getting pleasure from his precise acquiescence as much as the actions of his lips, tongue, and hands. It wasn't long at all before her tide of words was interrupted with moans and sighs that went to Joe's head like shots of alcohol, making him forget his shyness and awkwardness. Despite the growing stiffness in his jaws and the odd taste in his mouth, Joe quickly discovered that he loved this. Giving pleasure to the girl who had taken his world by storm was a high unlike any he had ever experienced before, and every sign of her enjoyment was a delight. He tried not to acknowledge the effect it was having on his body, moving him nearer to an almost hysterical need every second. Her legs were trembling around his head, and her tiny feet landed on his shoulder blades, kneading his back erratically. Everything went heated and wet and musky against his face, and he ramped up his intensity, sensing that she was nearing her peak.

"Joe- stop!" Mimi's voice went sharp all of a sudden, and Joe backed away as if he had been stung.

"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you somehow? I didn't mean-"

Mimi gasped and moved her legs away from him. "Baby, shh, no, no. You're doing really great." Her eyes squeezed shut as she sat back up, and a strained sound slipped out from between her lips. Her hands found the condom wrapper, and she plucked the polyurethane disk out, taking hold of him with hot, slightly shaking fingers. Joe started as she quickly rolled it over him, then jumped onto his lap. "Oh, God, I've wanted this for so long now," she sighed, planting her lips on his. This made it impossible for him to say anything as she lowered her body onto his.

Oh, God, oh God. This is happening. Breathe, breathe, inhalers are not sexy, breathe, dammit! It occurred to Joe that this should feel like some grand, romantic, loving moment, but he was overwhelmed with a mixture of sheer panic and need. His hands curled in his sheets as her flesh yielded to his, and he was bathed in heat and a supple, soft, clinging sensation that radiated outward from his groin. His whole body shuddered, and so did Mimi's, and her deep, throaty moan had his hips rising instinctively.

"Ah, God, Mimi." His breathing was labored, and it faltered as pleasure overwhelmed him. They had only been connected for a few seconds, and the tension inside of him was already building up to a breaking point. "I, I don't think I can last long, I'm so sorry, I-" Mimi tsked and worked her hips against his, and Joe's vision swam. Being within her was like an endless caress, stimulating every inch of his sex continuously, steeping his whole body in fierce, rapidly growing sensations. An embarrassingly base sound, part grunt and part whine, burst out of him.

"Don't worry. I'm close, too." Her eyes pinched shut as she dropped onto him. "Nnn, this is nice, Joe. I can't wait until you've learned." Joe's lips twisted into a smile, then pulled back as another flash of pleasure seared through him. He had always wondered why his peers placed so much emphasis on sex, and now he knew. He assumed that they were all talk, but it really was incredible, especially with someone he regarded, who also happened to be gorgeous and extremely skilled with her hips.

Joe had feared that this process would be daunting and baffling, but it was really quite intuitive, at least when one of them knew what was going on. They parted and returned in sync, slowly at first, but more and more quickly as time went on. As before, she issued commands, telling him to kiss her chest, to touch her sex, to caress this and lick that until the words were lost to increasingly desperate vocalizations.

Sweat coated their bodies, and muscles that Joe rarely used were beginning to protest, but he didn't care in the least. He couldn't believe that this was happening, and with Mimi. But those thoughts- all thoughts, really- faded away more and more, and, despite the arousal gripping his mind, Joe felt oddly safe and at peace. It was liberating and wonderful and soothing, even as his every nerve lit up with activity.

Suddenly, Mimi's demands broke off under sharp, shallow breaths that shook her slight body. Everything tightened and grew impossibly hot around him, then started to twitch. Oh, God. I'm done for if this keeps up. Joe's eyes stung with sweat, but he didn't wipe them; his hands moved to Mimi's sex, stroking her as she had just taught him, and she moved desperately against him, burying her face in his shoulder. She began to make the most incredible noises Joe had ever heard, and he colored as her voice raised in a needy cry that was almost certainly audible in the next room. Her slim form trembled helplessly, and Joe wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him as her climax overtook her.

Eventually, her grip on his back slacked, and her hands began to wander over him in a dazed sort of way. Just like that, Joe was thrown completely out of the rational world, and he pressed her down onto his bed, caging her in with his body and shifting his hips into hers with pure need. He wasn't aware that he was intermittently speaking her name, didn't realized that she was entirely pinned below him. All he was aware of was a bliss that began in the flesh and moved to his brain, spiraling outward and beyond his control, culminating in a peak that forced a low exclamation out of him.

For a moment, his brain flickered out. Then, he was roused by the feeling of palms moving over his cheeks, and he leaned into the caress, sighing his contentment. He shifted onto his side, taking Mimi with him, but he couldn't muster up the energy to talk or open his eyes.

"God, that was hot," Mimi murmured, and Joe's eyes popped open regardless.

"Nn?" he grunted, unable to string together meaningful words. Mimi giggled and scooted even closer, rubbing his nose with hers.

"I think you lost it there for a second. I never would have thought you had that in you, Joe. And don't say you're sorry!" Joe colored and closed his mouth. "Oh, shush, baby. Don't you even start over-thinking. Just relax for now. I need you to recuperate, so shut down your silly brain." Her fingers moved affectionately through his hair, and he leaned into the touch, fixing her with a questioning look.

Mimi rolled her eyes playfully. "We're going to get cleaned up. Then, we're going to relax. And then… Well, I brought plenty of condoms, Joe."

Joe swallowed the whimper moving up his throat, then kissed her, wondering all the while if he was going to survive the rest of the weekend.

Well, he told himself as Mimi slipped her tongue into his mouth, at least I'd die happy.

Author's Note: Ooooh, man. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the corner, blushing horribly with my face in my palms. I don't know if I'll ever get used to posting stuff like this. So embarrassing…

I feel like Mimi is the type to use a lot of pet names. Maybe they'll get more and more silly as the relationship grows? Maybe not XD Also, I dunno why, I was just thinking, Joe is so much lankier and taller than everyone else… Well, you could say I threw him a bone. (Get it? Get it? Oh, stars, what am I, twelve?).

You know, sometimes Mimi is really immature, but I feel like she is pretty grown up about the really important things. In some ways, I really admire her. My favorite part of this chapter is probably how easily she goes from a serious topic (how they feel about each other) right back into sex. She's like, okay, that's enough emotions and junk, let's get it on already! You gotta love a girl with priorities, amirite?

I feel like this should have been more emotional, but I think Joe just had other concerns (mostly being a nervous wreck and desperately trying to not make an ass of himself). Also, I think it will take some time for that kind of thing to build between Mimi and Joe, since Mimi is used to keeping things a bit more casual. But I'm confident that the two of them will get there. You know, I bet Mimi's never used the "l word" yet. She's pretty wise about that sort of thing, I think.

Oh, also, for the record, Izzy and Amy aren't doing anything more than cuddling and kissing a bit while they watch their movie. And yes, they actually did watch the movie, whatever it was (something sci-fi, I'm sure). Sad thing is, they still get embarrassed when owning up to this! XD

Good news, everyone (cue Professor Farnsworth)! I have most of the next chapter written already. This is partially why this update took so long… I wrote the next chapter before it, trying to put off writing more smut, because it embarrasses me, and also because I struggled (and failed) to hit the proper emotional note, not too much, not too little. It's a fairly short one about Izzy adjusting his schedule for the rest of the year. I hope it's not too boring or superfluous. It's mostly there to set up some plot stuff later (as a result of changing his college trajectory, he ends up doing some things with fairly important consequences along the way). I will sit on it for a week, and update then.