Steve sighed contentedly as he returned her kiss. He leaned back, bringing her with him as he flattened his back against the seat of the couch. He draped his arms around her waist, feeling her body rise and fall with each breath.

"Is this too much pressure on your ribs?"

"No, s'fine." He gently stroked the exposed skin between her tank and jeans, the little curve of her back with two small dips just behind her hips. Every time he was able to touch her, his fingers found something new about her he adored.

"Good." She smiled, kissing along his jawbone lightly, gently tracing the last yellowing remnants of the bruises across his throat. There was no image of the axe pinning him down this time, no reason for her to recoil.

"I love you, Claire." Steve hummed again after a moment, eyes half lidded.

She said nothing in return for a moment, nuzzling against his chest.

"I'm glad you're here, Steve."

"Me too." His fingers stroked the small of her back lightly, she counted his heart beats. "Claire?"

"Hm?"

"I'm a virgin." He blurted out, as though the thought had been weighing heavy on his mind. And in truth, it had.

She laughed, causing heat to prick at his cheeks. Was it that obvious? Of course it was. She was older and she was Claire Redfield. No doubt she'd had guys trying to get with her all her life.

"I know." She smiled softly. "It's not a bad thing." She added after a moment, watching the color rise in his cheeks.

"Y'laughed." He murmured, the corners of his lips downturned in a something between a pout and a frown.

"Steve, you're hard right now." She teased, touching his face.

The color on his face deepened. He had been hoping she couldn't feel the erection poking her on the inside of her thigh.

"Sorry."

"Don't be." She brushed his hair out of his face. She smiled softly, thumb coming to rest on his jaw. "Do you want me to be your first?"

"Yes." He said immediately, before she even finished her sentence. "More than anything." His swallowed hard, his eyes studying her face for signs of it being a joke, or worse, a trap. There was still a voice in the back of his head telling him he wasn't good enough; she deserved someone better, someone like Leon.

"I would be honored, Steve." She kissed him on the mouth again, twisting her fingers into the his red locks. He made a soft noise of approval, returning her kiss. Her tongue flicked at his lower lip, only to retreat when he opened his mouth in permission.

She giggled softly, drawing his lip into her mouth and suckling. She heard his already shallow breath catch in his throat as he rolled his hips blindly against her looking for even the smallest bit of friction.

"Be patient." She nuzzled against his neck after she broke away, kissing and nipping him there lightly with her teeth. "I want to take our time, make this special."

"I'm not gonna lie, Claire," He breathed. "I've thought about this a lot."

She chuckled softly, slipping her hand up his shirt to touch him. His skin was warm and she felt it pucker into goosebumps with each brush against him. She brushed her palm against one of his nipples, feeling it harden under her hand. She drew her hand away, causing Steve to whine.

"Claire…"

"Ah, shush." She hooked her fingers under his t-shirt hem, beginning to pull it up. He needed no instruction, lifting his arms as he'd done every time before. It felt different now as she brought her head down to his chest, placing quick kisses on the newly exposed skin.

She traced the curve of his chest, pausing to stroke the dip just under his ribs gently. She admired his well-toned chest; he was much less muscular than Leon but he still had definition. He was thin but not so thin she could see his bones. She hoped her cooking had aided that a bit, remembering for a moment what the food was like in that prison.

"Can I…. can I see yours too?" Steve asked, his voice already laced with desire.

Claire giggled softly, placing a kiss on his sternum before sitting up. She crossed her arms at the elbow and grabbed the bottom of her tank, pulling it over her head to reveal a light gray bra. It wasn't fancy; no frills or lace. Gray cotton that framed her perky breasts perfectly.

"Wow."

She giggled softly, thoroughly enjoying his enthusiasm. She unhooked her bra with ease, cupping it against her skin with her palms as she carefully slid the straps off her shoulders.

"Please." Steve's fingers brushed lightly against the back of her hand.

She smirked, half wanting to leave him waiting longer but mostly unable to deny herself the gratification. She let the bra fall, exposing her breasts to Steve. His face lit up like a kid in a candy store, mouth agape and eyes slightly glazed over.

Her skin was pale and tipped with perfect rosy little nipples. Her breasts were only a bit bigger than a proper handful, but Steve found himself practically salivating at the sight. Her body was even more perfect than he'd imagined it.

"Y'beautiful, Claire." He managed to choke out after a moment. He brushed the tips of his fingers across the swell of her breast before coming up to cup it in his hand. He squeezed gently, the flesh yielding easily to his fingers. She was indescribably soft.

She sighed softly, brushing her own fingers lightly over her other nipple. He was so gentle; unlike most of the men she'd had sex with more recently. It'd been rough, then. Quick, to blow off some steam and relax her body. This was different. Slow, loving. Exploring each other's bodies for the first time.

"Can I taste?" He asked in a voice hardly above a whisper.

She smiled softly and leaned forward, allowing Steve to lean up and capture the rosy peak in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it tentatively, tasting. Her skin tasted clean – a little like salt but not like much else. He sucked on it lightly, enjoying the warmth radiating from her. She gave a quiet, appreciative moan and she felt him grind against her in response.

"Y'so soft. Wow," He murmured, nuzzling against her now. She took his free hand in hers, bringing it to her other breast and squeezing her hand around his. He bucked against her again, searching desperately for friction. He could already feel a wet spot forming on his boxers.

He could feel the heat beginning to radiate from her core, pressed against his lower stomach. His erection brushed somewhere against her thigh or her backside, he wasn't sure which.

"Claire… please, I can't wait anymore…" He whined. His cock was throbbing in time with the beat of his heart. His entire body felt like it was on fire; like if he had to wait any longer he might burn up.

She shifted, carefully, settling between his legs on the couch. She draped her upper body against his lower half, wiggling his sweats and boxers off of his hips carefully. He sprang to attention.

Claire admired him for a moment, lightly tracing the bottom curve with the tip of her forefinger. He was impressively hard; she couldn't help but appreciate this. She felt a bit flattered and a lot turned on.

She smirked softly, a devilish idea creeping into her head as she touched him. She dragged her tongue, flat, over the length of his erection. He gasped and his hips jerked instinctively up.

"Does that feel nice?"

"Y-yeah." He breathed, looking down at her, eyes half lidded.

She wet her lips, repeating the motion again and again until she took the tip in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. The bead of pre-cum that had formed there smeared against her palate. Mostly sweet, a little salty and still slightly bitter.

Steve's hips angled off the couch with her ministrations, causing him to writhe beneath her and mewl. He could already feel his balls tightening, warning of what was to come. He had no tolerance for this; his hand had been the only thing he'd ever had wrapped around himself. Her hot, wet mouth with her persistent, skilled tongue was going to drive him over the edge.

He twisted his fingers into her hair, gripping tightly and moaning her name softly.

She pressed her tongue against him, simultaneously using her forearm to keep him pinned to the couch. She suckled softly, slowly dropping down and taking more of his achingly hard cock into her mouth. She twisted her other fist around the base of his cock, squeezing and working him in rhythm with her mouth.

He gave no warning as he came, just twisting his fingers into her hair as he spilled his seed into her mouth. It dribbled down her chin lightly and landed on his thigh, warm and wet. He shuddered, releasing his grip on her hair and letting out a long sigh.

"W-wow. Claire that was awesome."

Claire blushed lightly, swallowing and wiping the remainder of his essence off her chin. She hadn't been expecting him to finish so easily, but wasn't exactly a surprise. He was a virgin, after all.

"You're supposed to warn a girl, you know." She brushed her thumb over him, causing him to shudder again.

"Sorry, y'mouth just felt so good…" His face flushed. She could see panic flash in his eyes for a moment. "We aren't done, are we?"

Claire chuckled, fumbling a kiss against the side of his mouth.

"Don't worry, we're not done by a long shot."

The former college student took the time to help Steve to his feet and to the bedroom. She doubted Chris were to come back after he left, but there was always the chance that Chris or Rebecca (or anyone else with keys for the place, she assumed Jill and Barry had a set too) could waltz in and catch them in the act. While it would be a very memorable way to lose one's virginity, she didn't particularly want either one of them to endure that.

Once Steve was comfortable on the bed, Claire got to work removing her last layer. She wiggled out of her jeans and tossed them beside the suitcase of clothes, turning to face Steve wearing only her panties. They were bikini cut with a little pink bow on the front. He wondered if her underwear choices were always so sensible or if it was her only choice at the moment.

She straddled him, the only thing between them now was their respective pairs of underwear. She leaned forward with her palms flat on the bed on either side of him, her nipples brushing lightly against his chest. She kissed the tip of his nose before pressing her torso to his.

He rested a hand on her waist for a moment before sliding it down to cup the curve of her ass. He could already feel himself starting to get hard again. He loved the way her hips fit against him, the way her legs tangled carefully with his. Her breath was hot against the nape of his neck.

"Claire?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever been…eaten out before?" He asked, staring up at the ceiling. He felt the blush creep over his cheekbones again. It felt so strange, hearing himself say those words. He'd heard the term once on a VHS tape he'd found tucked in the back of his parents' closet.

She giggled. "Yes, I've been eaten out before."

"Oh." She could hear the disappointment in his voice. "Cause, I just thought… I would return the favor. I really wanna taste you, Claire."

She gave a low groan in response. She figured she might have to teach him a few things but was not one to turn down oral stimulation. The thought of Steve's eager, hot mouth enveloping her made her even slicker.

"I'll have to sit on your face."

Steve felt his cock twitch at her words. He nodded furiously, beginning to salivate at the thought. Claire wiggled her underwear off, running her middle finger down her slit a few times. She shivered lightly at her own touch.

She carefully maneuvered to the top of the bed, grasping the headboard as she brought one knee on either side of Steve's head.

"Wow, it's so pink," She heard him gasp somewhere underneath her. She giggled, slowly lowering herself down while using the headboard for leverage. He gave a soft, tentative lick over her opening, tip of his tongue parting her folds just slightly.

He breathed in her scent. It was – different, than he'd expected. Musky, with a slight undertone of sweetness. He slipped his tongue inside, tasting her. He gave a soft, appreciative groan as he flicked his tongue.

She giggled softly, feeling his timid little movements. His teeth grazed one of her labia lightly as he grew acquainted with her pussy. After a moment she started offering direction, not so keen on his – ah, technique.

"Take the tip of your tongue and trace my clit, here…" She brushed her fingers across the hardened little nub to show him where it was. He nodded, obeying and flicking his tongue over her clit. He felt her legs quiver around him. "And if you flatten your tongue out – mm – you can lick the whole thing."

She found herself grinding against him quickly as he fell into a pattern and he grew more confident in his actions. He had a lot to learn, but he was certainly willing to learn, and Claire was more than happy to teach him. She had an image of lazy Sundays spent in bed with Steve between her legs. She liked that idea, quite a lot, actually.

It was Claire's turn to run out of patience, pulling away from Steve despite his objections.

"Y'didn't even come," He whined, tongue dipping below his tongue to lap up the juices left there. "I wasn't done yet…"

She smiled softly and didn't have the heart to tell him it would take him some time and practice before he could make her climax. She chose the gentler of two truths.

"I want you inside me."

Steve groaned, leaning his head back against her pillow. He didn't protest this time as Claire re-positioned herself. She wiggled his underwear all the way off and tossed it to the side, admiring him for a second time that evening. He was hard as a rock and ready to go again. She had a habit of sleeping with… older men, most of the time, but this was a very welcome change. He needed a little bit of training but it was a task she was very interested in taking on.

She couldn't help but tease him once his underwear was off, taking a moment to grind herself against his bare cock. She was slick – thanks to a mixture of her own juices and Steve's saliva. She felt the urge to just take him; drop her hips down and envelop him. Skin on skin with someone he loved for his first time. But she shook the thought from her head; Chris brought her condoms for a reason.

She pointed to the side table drawer. It took a second for her brain to catch up with what she wanted to say as she rubbed herself against his erection.

"Condoms."

He, thankfully, understood and opened the drawer, fumbling for the box of condoms. He pulled the top open, fingers disappearing inside for a moment. He pulled two condoms out, squinting at them until the small text came into focus.

"Uh… extra sensitive or ribbed for her pleasure?" Steve felt his face get hot again as though he Claire weren't grinding her bare sex against him.

"Extra sensitive." She held her hand out expectantly, waiting for the small foil packet. Once Steve shoved it into her hand, she tore the corner off and withdrew the lubricated condom. She'd wished her brother had been so kind as to bring her lube too, but supposed beggars couldn't be choosers. She pinched the tip and rolled it down Steve's shaft, making sure it fit well. "How's that?"

Steve wrinkled his nose lightly. It felt strange. Almost sticky. "Fine."

She couldn't help but laugh. "…I know. I don't like them either." Honestly, she would have preferred to skip one, but she didn't want to risk pregnancy, having been off of her birth control for a few months. As much as she wanted to feel every bit of Steve inside of her, she knew this wasn't going to be a one night stand. It was the first time but it wasn't going to be the last.

She kissed him softly, mumbling a quiet apology for the barrier as she repositioned herself over him. She sunk her hips down, feeling his cock slip past her lips. She lingered there for a second before letting herself envelop him entirely.

It took everything he had to not buck into her. She was warm and tight – tighter than he could've ever imagined. He screwed his eyes shut and focused on his breathing for a moment as he adjusted to the new feeling.

Claire kissed him again as she began to move her hips. She started out in a slow rhythm – rolling her hips against him once, twice, three times and using her hands as leverage to bring herself up, almost off of him entirely, only to drop right back down again.

Steve moved in time with her after a moment, fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips. He was limited with his range of movement, between his injuries and his lack of experience. His movements were clumsy and slow compared to hers.

She tugged gently on his gold hoop earring with her teeth, drawing the entire lobe into her mouth and sucking softly. She whispered sweet nothings into his ear; how much she'd wanted to do this, how she couldn't wait to feel him finish inside, exactly how good his cock felt buried deep inside her. It had been everything she'd been missing, craving from her life before all of this and she hadn't been able to put a name to it.

The younger boy tried to form coherent words and string sentences together but failed, most of his words turning into moans and whimpers by the time they actually made it past his lips.

"Claire, ah…" He gripped her hips tight, bucking against her blindly.

She kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth with no warning. She kissed him deeply as she worked her hips against him. She slipped her hand between her legs, pressing her middle and forefinger against her clit. She noticed how hard she was there, working small, quick circles with two of her fingers. She didn't know if it was from the days of build-up, the fact she hadn't had an orgasm in weeks, or the strong emotional connection she shared with Steve, but she could feel the knot in her lower stomach signaling the build to her climax.

The words began to pour out of her mouth effortlessly as drew closer.

"Y'cock feels so good, Steve..." She nipped at the skin on his neck, barely hard enough to leave a mark. Her voice was breathy and light, growing more and more uneven with each time she dropped herself down on him. The muscles in her legs began to burn but she powered through it. "Love th' little sounds you make,"

Steve's head lolled back onto the bed as Claire rode him, listening to her moans and trying to think of something – anything else - to keep him from spilling over that edge again. He wanted this to last as long as possible, didn't want to disappoint her.

She fell nearly silent, only offering soft whimpers for a moment before she broke that silence with a loud gasp and shuddering moan.

"Gonna – ah, come!" She breathed, high pitched. It was all the warning she gave before her own orgasm spread through her body. Her pussy convulsed around him and she slumped forward for a moment as the aftershocks spread over her body. It was all he needed, despite his attempts to last longer, to join her.

He came nearly immediately after her, bucking into her one last time and spilling his seed into the latex condom between them. He stilled inside of her after a moment, his legs quivering lightly. It was like his entire body was vibrating.

They stayed like that for a long moment, the only sound between them was their breaths. Soft little pants that evened out to deeper, more even ones. After Claire regained her senses, she slowly rolled off of him. His erection was beginning to flag, so she took that moment to pull the condom off of him. She tied it off at the end and tossed it into the waste basket beside the bed.

She practically collapsed beside him, wrapping her arms around his torso. She placed a few more kisses against his jaw. She couldn't help but snuggle into him, nuzzling her face against the nape of his neck.

They were silent for a long while. Claire was absolutely content and Steve felt like he didn't know what to say. It was strange because he didn't exactly feel any different despite always assuming he would after the first time, while simultaneously somehow feeling closer to Claire. He'd built it up in his head, especially towards the end. He had been so terrified of dying a virgin, not being able to experience one of life's most primal pleasures. He wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve this second chance, this shot at a life with a happy ending.

"Thank you." He murmured softly after a moment, squeezing her hip. "I mean, thank you for everything." He wrapped his arms around her tight.

"I love you, Steve."

"I love you too, Claire."