Lara Jean wouldn't necessarily describe herself as adventurous, in fact, she rather liked her safe spaces - baking, kissing Peter, her romance novels. However, it could definitely be argued that Lara Jean was rather curious. Her romance novels (or softcore porn, as Chris liked to tease) were full of adventures and new experiences, some of which she was fully content to read about, and never introduce into her real life. Others, though, she continued to think about beyond the pages of her books.

Peter had been doing much more thinking himself, as well. Lara Jean's newfound sense of urgency whenever they made out definitely left him in a… tight place. A sticky situation, one might say. His friends were not of great help. The guys on the lacrosse team would gleefully remind Peter that cold showers could only get you so far. Peter didn't deem it necessary to inform them that in fact he was getting some, just not as much as they meant. He worried that Lara Jean would hear them. The last thing he needed was for her to feel pressured to act a certain way, to perform certain acts because that's what girlfriends do.

So he made sure not to push any further than she initiated. This was exactly Lara Jean's main problem.

How was she, shy and quiet Lara Jean, supposed to initiate any further when she couldn't figure out what Peter wanted? He seemed perfectly content with what they were doing, which threw her off. Weren't teenage boys supposed to think about it all the time? Sometimes she felt like something was wrong with her, that she thought about all the things she and Peter weren't doing more often than things they were.

First she tried the sneaky way - hinting, wearing the same revealing clothing that hadn't worked the first time around, trying to slyly incorporate innuendos that more times than not fell flat, dramatically moaning and sighing whenever they rolled around in bed - but so far, underwear stayed on. Hands stayed in safe areas. Kisses were reserved for her lips and neck, at most.

Liquid courage wasn't really an option, but Lara Jean found other ways to work up the nerve to take a new step. A new plan was put in motion. She was practically turning into Kitty with all the devious planning.

Stage 1 - Laying The Groundwork. Lara Jean was a little more chaste in her good morning kisses in the days leading up to the Execution, but a little more risque in other ways - pressing up against his crotch when he stood behind her at her locker, touching his chest when she laughed, hoping to leave him with a taste for more. She invited him to hang out at her house after school on Wednesday.

Stage 2 - Controlled Circumstances. The Covey household was nice and empty come Wednesday afternoon. Lara Jean had made sure that Kitty had plans, and that her Dad was working late that day. With Margot at school in Scotland, the house was void of any interruptions to her scheme. Lara Jean had made sure to wear her more provocative underwear beneath her miniskirt, a lacy set that left bare much more than it covered. This would definitely stir something in Peter.

Stage 3 - Unsuspecting Recieval. Lara Jean started out rather innocently - making out with Peter on her bed, keeping her hands to herself.

Stage 4 - Execution. Slowly, Lara Jean let the scene escalate. Her shirt came off, with Peter's soon to follow. She silently tugged at his jeans, signaling him to take them off.

"You sure?" Peter broke their kiss to glance at Lara Jean's face, already knowing the answer from her facial expression. She nodded. Peter unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, slowly pushing them down his legs. Once they were off, Lara Jean pushed his shoulder and got on top of him, positioning herself so Peter's hands were on her thighs, halfway up her skirt.

Peter looked up quizzically - "What are you thinking in that head of yours Lara Jean?" he asked - catching on to the conspiracy.

"Take this off" she whispered, motioning to her skirt. "Yes ma'am" he whispered back breathlessly, quick to find the small zipper on the side. After repositioning herself on top of Peter's now pronounced erection, Lara Jean faltered. Leaning in to kiss him, she berated herself for returning to the same place that they usually reached. Peter stretched around her to unhook her bra, complementing her as he covered her breasts with his palms - "No one like you Covey" he muttered. Leaning back down to kiss his neck, Lara Jean tried to work up the courage to continue the original plan. Her thumbs tweaked the top of his boxers' waistband, until she finally murmured quietly - "Off."

Peter tilted his head back to search her eyes, taken aback by the development - "yeah?" he verified. Keeping contact with her eyes, he pushed the boxers down. Lara Jean blushed and turned her gaze away. Burying her face in the crook of his neck, Lara Jan asked in a whisper:

"Can I try something?". She felt Peter nod his acceptance.

"Close your eyes" she requested.

"This better not end in my clothes getting thrown out the window" he joked, doing as she asked.

Lara Jean bit her lip, and began kissing his neck. And from his neck, she lowered her kisses to his chest, following the trail of hairs directing her mouth lower. Her lips caressed his abs, trailing a dangerous path downwards. She redirected to his right hip, staying there as she baulked - losing some of her nerve when Peter's body seized in surprise. She waited for him to relax once again before taking a deep breath, and licking a wet path across his member.

Peter's eyes flew open as he took in a sharp breath, stuttering - "Lara Jean that's… You… Um… Wow."

Lara Jean took that as a good sign, repeating her ministrations across the hard member. Once she felt that she had reached everywhere she could with her tongue, she gripped his shaft, putting her mouth on the tip. She took more in slowly, testing her ability. She bobbed her head up and down, getting used to the feeling of him in her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the few inches she couldn't get to, bobbing them up and down in time with her mouth. Peter's hands flew to her hair, gathering it up as he muttered tightly, as if in pain, "God, Lara Jean".

After a short while Peter was gasping quietly and tried to warn her - "I'm gonna, I'm close, Lara Jean, careful I'm going to…" he trailed off.

Lara Jean backed away enough for him to replace her hand with his, beating himself quickly, until he finished, thick spurts of ejaculation landing on his chest.

He finally opened his eyes, looking up at her apologetic. "Sorry," he said thickly, "I didn't want to ruin your sheets…" he looked around. "Do you maybe, um, do you have some tissues? Sorry".

Lara Jean handed him a box of tissues from her dresser, laughing quietly.

"You don't have to apologise for it Peter, that was kind of the point…" she assured him.

"Oh." His cheeks reddened slightly, as he tried to wipe up the mess.

"Do you want me to… Um…"

"Do I want you to what Peter?"

"You know… Return the favor?"

Now her cheeks reddened, as she realised what he was trying to say.

"Oh! I, um, you could." She nodded.

"Do you want to?" she questioned.

"Well, yeah," he smiled.

"Oh. Okay." her cheeks burned, and she couldn't meet his gaze.

"Should I…?"

"Don't worry Covey, just let me take care of you."

Relieved, she nodded and leant back onto her pillows.