Okay, so I would've had this up sooner, but 1) the computer was messed up, completely and 2) when I typed it out before it wouldn't let me upload it. LOL. Technology, man, seriously. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-Four

When Rebecca woke up there was a small pounding in her head and she immediately brought her hands up to her temples to massage the ache away.

"Oh, I feel like hell this morning," she muttered, and heard a small chuckle.

She glared over at Damon but found his eyes were closed so he hadn't seen anyway. Other than the headache she was completely fine with waking up with him there.

"Mm, I like seeing you when I first get up," she said, moving to put her head on his chest. "It makes the getting up early part less bad."

"It's after eleven, so it's not that early. How's your head?"

"Oh, nothin' a couple of aspirin won't fix. I'll be okay."

"Mm. Your aunt and dad left about an hour ago. Your aunt took Chelsea; I hid until she went away." He opened his eyes and she smiled at him. "Robert said you wanted to visit with Bonnie so he doesn't know when he'll be back."

"Oh. Okay."

A few seconds later Damon had maneuvered them so he could place his mouth on hers and, as usual, she couldn't find it in her to resist him. Not that she wanted to; she happened to like his kisses. Kissing Damon was slowly becoming her favorite thing to do.

She responded eagerly to his touch and let out a sigh of contentment when he kissed a path from her jaw down to her neck. The trail of wetness his tongue had left behind made her shiver when the air hit it, and she felt him shake with silent laughter at her reactions.

She gasped in surprise when he went lower and placed his mouth over her breast without taking off her shirt. She felt his teeth skim over her nipple and she arched her back as pleasure shot through her.

And he was . . . he was being so mean. He knew she didn't want anything to happen, not really, yet he was going to get her all worked up anyway. Was he trying to make her give in right at that instant? Because that . . . wasn't being fair. How was she supposed to think rationally with him doing those very sinful things with his mouth?

She felt his hand slide over the flesh of her thighs, and her first instinct was to push him away. But then she noticed how careful he was being and she melted into his touch. His fingers skimmed over the center of her panties, and her breath caught in her throat.

She liked what he was doing and she wanted him to continue, but she also wanted him to stop because she knew she wasn't ready to return the favor. For Damon it had been 145 years; for her . . . it had only been a couple months.

Damon, however, wasn't looking for sex as a payback; no, he wanted something else right now. Her blood - it had been calling to him for hours. His eyes burned into hers, willing her to understand what he wanted so he wouldn't have to ask.

He slowly moved her panties aside, giving her enough time to stop him if she desired, but she just looked at him. She seemed a little nervous - but he figured that was because no other man had touched her before.

"You can relax," he said softly. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

His fingers slid into her wetness and he found her clit automatically and began massaging. After she had relaxed a little, he began kissing her again. He was pleasantly surprised that she parted her legs for him even more. Apparently whatever misgivings she'd had before were gone now, so he gently slid one finger into her slick heat before slowly adding another.

She began muttering against his lips and he smiled when he heard his name tumbling from her mouth. Her body began jerking in time with his fingers and he could tell she was close.

But then she opened her eyes and he noticed she looked a little panicked and he stopped moving his hand.

"What? What's wrong?"

Her lips hadn't stopped moving yet; she obviously wanted the friction back.

Rebecca's face turned bright red. "You're making me feel like I have to pee," she muttered.

Damon let out a heartfelt laugh; he'd thought something was really wrong, that maybe he'd accidentally hurt her. Funny how a simple sentence could show how innocent his little Slayer really was.

"You're not gonna pee." He moved his fingers inside and brushed against the bundle of nerves on her womanly walls. He watched as she bit her lip to keep from making noise. "Do you still feel it?"

"Yes, when you . . . do that."

"Well," he said, starting up again, "it's normal for a girl to feel that way when that part of her body is being . . . stimulated." He drew out every syllable of the word to make it much longer than it was.

He began kissing her neck and she arched her head back, giving him better access, obviously knowing what he wanted.

"May I?"

"Yes," she whispered breathlessly.

Damon planned it just right so that his fangs sank into her flesh just as the first wave of orgasm rocked through her body. It was so the pleasure would take her mind off of the few seconds of pain.

Rebecca cried out and he noticed her entire body was trembling. Her walls clamped down around his fingers and he was amazed by how tight she was. Or maybe that was just the Slayer muscles coming in to play. And for the first time since he'd started this, he thought maybe he should just . . . press a little. God, he wanted her.

Then there was her blood, made even sweeter by the hormones racing through her veins. He was careful not to spill any of it, seeing as to how this was a gift she was willing to share with him. And this was an intimate thing in and of itself, her sharing her life with him.

He was vaguely aware that she was coming down from her high and began flicking his thumb over her clit, though he was carefully holding her still, too, so that she wouldn't jerk away from his bite and cause herself damage.

Rebecca felt like she had just caught her breath when another earth shattering orgasm crashed into her. She grabbed onto the sheet and squeezed as her body shook. She felt so good in that moment that she couldn't even speak. All she could do was make little noises of pleasure that sounded like they got stuck in the back of her throat.

She'd had orgasms before - by her own hand - but she'd never had anything bigger than a tampon inside her and she was surprised it felt good. And it was true, what Damon was doing did make her feel like she had to pee until she actually came. She realized the feeling had been the build up and she didn't worry about it anymore.

She wasn't sure whether it was just her or if it was because Damon knew what he was doing, but it felt like she'd barely come down from one orgasm before she was rolling into another one. It happened four times, and then Damon stopped drinking from her and bit into his wrist and she took a few sips from him so her neck would heal.

She vaguely wondered if she'd come so many times because he'd been biting her; could a vampire control that?

When she came down from her fourth orgasm she slumped against the mattress and felt herself giggle. She felt completely . . . stress-free at that moment. Damon arched an eyebrow in question.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just if I had known how good that would feel I probably would've let you do it sooner."

Damon laughed again and stroked her cheek gently. He kissed her tenderly but kept his mouth closed. He didn't know how she would feel about tasting her own blood, so it was best to just keep it to himself.

She let out a small yawn and her eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds. She was surprised, but her headache had gone away. She'd been sure the exertion alone would've made it worse, but it hadn't.

"Orgasms cure everything," Damon said as if he'd sensed her thoughts.

She shook her head and smiled fondly. "You're such a guy."

"But it worked, didn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah."

She sat up then, slowly in case she got dizzy or lightheaded, but she didn't.

She bit her lip, suddenly self-conscious. She hadn't planned on letting Damon do that, and she didn't regret it but she was concerned with one thing.

Before she started speaking she grabbed a tissue off the bedside table and began cleaning her neck; Damon took the tissue away and did it himself.

"Was that normal? The, um . . ." She felt her face heat up because she couldn't believe she was going to say this to Damon of all people. "Um . . . Well, ya know, girls talk and a lot of them have said they can't . . . uh . . ."

She saw Damon smirking. He hadn't even tried to keep a straight face. He was enjoying her embarrassment.

"You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay then. They say it's hard for them to have one orgasm, let alone four, so . . . back to my question. Was that normal?"

Damon watched as her face slowly got back to it's normal color. Her sexuality made her uncomfortable. He didn't know why; it was a good thing she was responsive. It wasn't something to be ashamed of.

"It's normal for you," Damon said.

He couldn't believe he was having this conversation but he was beginning to see why she had a no sex rule if the thought of her doing it made her uncomfortable. Or maybe it was just the thought of her enjoying it so much. Oh, he hoped her parents hadn't been the type that had told her she was just supposed to grin and bear it. Or that if a woman enjoyed sex it was because she was a whore. He knew that didn't happen very often anymore, but there were still a few out there.

"Every girl is different," he told her. "Hell, every time is different. It may not be so easy next time, it all depends. A lot of it has to do with who you're with, whether you're willing to let yourself go or not."

"Oh . . . okay. That makes sense, I guess."

"There's nothing wrong with you enjoying that; it was the whole point of it, actually." He just wanted to clear that up in case anyone else had ever told her differently. "It just means you have a sensitive body and you respond easily, and there's nothing wrong with that either. It's better that way. You'll enjoy it more when we -"

"Shh!" she said, blushing again. "I get the point, but I don't need that image in my head."

Damon smirked and said, "But it's already there."

"That's totally beside the point." Rebecca stretched and then stood up. "I'm gonna go take a shower, won't take but five minutes."

"Okay. Do you want breakfast?"

She smiled to herself; he was offering to fix her breakfast. Though she supposed it was only fair seeing as to how she'd been his breakfast.

"An omelet, please. Ham and cheese on top." She kissed his cheek and then let her lips slide to the corner of his mouth. "I really like you when you're like this."

"Like what?"

"When you're just being you. When there aren't any walls separating us. When we can just . . . be."

She kissed him once more and then walked away to go take the shower she'd mentioned.

Out in the kitchen Damon got to work on Rebecca's omelet that she wanted. Now that he'd gotten what he wanted and had given Rebecca what she hadn't even known she'd wanted he could focus on other stuff.

Like the fact that there was someone out there trying to learn about Slayers. Now, he didn't care about Slayers in general, but since Rebecca was the Slayer now . . . he cared a lot. From what the vampire had said, they weren't looking to hurt her, but they had. They had, and that pissed him off royally. He was glad Rebecca liked having him around because he was planning on becoming almost annoyingly protective, at least until he was certain that no one was coming for her.

Rebecca had seemed to take it at face value, and he thought that was a little naive of her, but he figured that it was because she was so young. She had yet to learn that not everybody was as honest as her - that people would lie just to hurt her, to get to her.

But he had learned that, so until she learned for herself he'd just have to watch out for her himself.

He heard Rebecca before she came into the kitchen and he smiled when he felt her arms wrap around him from the back. He was slowly becoming used to the sudden bursts of joy she could bring out of him. And she'd been right; the happiness, no matter how fleeting, made the bad things easier to deal with.

"Mm, every girl should have one of you," she whispered teasingly, brushing her lips against his neck. "Do you know how hard it is to find a guy that knows how to cook like you do?"

"Nobody cooks like I do," he said, smirking even though she couldn't see it. "I can do everything better than any other guy you're likely to meet."

"Mm." She laughed and let go of him. "I would disagree, but . . ."

"But you can't. Because I am the best . . . boyfriend . . . ever."

Her heart skipped a beat, and he looked at her. Her smile was breathtaking and, for the first time in almost a century and a half, his undead but still pumping heart skipped a beat too.

"You actually said it out loud," she said softly. "The boyfriend thing. I have a legitimate claim to you now because you said it."

Rebecca watched Damon take in what she'd just said. It was fun watching him slowly learning to trust her. Fun and also heartwarming because she knew how hard it was for him to let anyone in. And for him to let her in, for him to think that his heart was safe with her, made her appreciate the gesture even more. Even if it was like a sort of 'one step forward and two steps back' thing with him. The point was he was trying for her, like he'd said he would.

Finally Damon said, "As long as it goes both ways."

"Okay," she agreed; she didn't mind the thought of belonging to Damon Salvatore. There were way worse things.

She began to make coffee as Damon, who had been dicing up the ham, started actually making her omelet now. The coffee got done just as her food did, and she poured them both a cup.

"How do you take yours?"

"Black, no sugar."

"Uck! Isn't that bitter?"

"It's different with vampire taste buds."

Rebecca didn't say anything, she just shook her head at how unusual but mostly comfortable her life had become. There were very few moments when she was with Damon that didn't register in the good part of her brain. And even when they did have problems it was very easy to get over it. Well, she got over it, anyway. And he had yet to have any real problems with her, so he didn't really have anything he needed to get over.

"So you're goin' to Bonnie's today?"

"Uh, her Grams' house, actually. And then Jeremy wanted me to come over to help with his homework, which is weird because last time I checked he was still a stoner."

"He's not suffering anymore," Damon said. "He doesn't need the drugs."

"Oh . . ." Damon's compulsion had fixed that, at least, though Rebecca still wished that Jeremy could've worked it out on his own. Or that he'd at least had the chance to and, if that hadn't worked, then she might have been okay with making him forget. "So . . . no jealous comment about Jeremy?"

"No." His eyes didn't harden at all; in fact, the opposite happened. "I saw how you were with him the night Vicki was killed. You two are like family, like you said."

Rebecca figured the fact that he'd seen it with his own two eyes was the reason he trusted her more now.

Rebecca was being walked to Grams' house by Damon, who was being overly cautious in her opinion. She'd be able to feel if any vampires were around, and as far as she knew, Damon and Stefan were the only ones who could walk around during the day. And it was daytime at the moment.

"Are you really worried about what that guy said?" she asked. "I don't think he was lying."

"But he could've been and, better safe than sorry and all that."

"Huh. Well, okay then."

When they got to the house she kissed him on the cheek and then went up to the porch and knocked.

"Hey, call me when you get to Jeremy's," Damon called after her.

She smiled his way before Grams' opened the door. Grams looked at Damon with a weird expression before she let Rebecca in.

"Hey, Grams," Rebecca said. "I take it Bonnie's not here yet."

"No, but she did explain to me what happened."

"Oh."

"Damon Salvatore, huh?"

"Um . . ." Rebecca nodded, and wondered how much the thin older witch knew about the Salvatore's.

"That explains what Bonnie felt."

"What?"

"The connection between you two. Vampire/human relationship. The bond is strong. It means he's fed from you and you were willing."

"Well, we like each other," Rebecca said, following Grams into the kitchen.

"It's more than that, though." Grams held her hand out for Rebecca's own hand, and she gave it to Grams willingly. "You're connected, the two of you."

Rebecca watched Grams close her eyes and she waited patiently for whatever Grams was trying to do, or trying to see.

"The first time you met him something happened, something weird."

Something weird? Something other than the fact that he was a vampire and she'd felt it? She just hadn't known what it had been at the time.

"Uh . . . there was an electric shock, sort of, that went through us. I don't know who caused it, but it was there."

"You sparked the small piece of humanity that was left in him," Grams said. "It's rare, but it happens. Part of you is connected to a part of him. And part of him is connected to you."

"Is that . . . bad?" Rebecca asked, trying to put the pieces together.

Please don't be bad! Please don't be bad! She didn't need any other complications in her relationship with Damon.

It didn't surprise her that they were connected, though. It made sense, actually. And the fact that she'd known when he'd been in trouble made more sense now.

"It's dangerous," Grams admitted. "Since you're a part of each other . . . you both have the ability to break the other. You can hurt each other more than any other person in the world. But you can also make each other happier than any other person can."

"Oh?" Well . . . wow. "What does . . . um . . . is that why we feel the way we do? This connection makes us love each other?"

Grams let go of her hand and smiled at her with maternal concern. Rebecca looked away and felt her eyes well up. She didn't want Damon's love if it was forced on him. She wanted him to want her for her, not because of some mystical bond that she'd only just realized existed.

"Do you feel like you're being made to love him?"

Did she? She sometimes wondered what made her loyal to him when he could be a real jerk when he wanted to be, but . . .

"No," she admitted. "I love him because of who he . . . can be when he lets himself be."

Grams smiled again, this time not concerned. "You know . . . the connection wasn't there when he was human and he loved you anyway. It's not forced, Rebecca."

Rebecca's mouth opened and closed and she was pretty sure she looked like a fish out of water. She hadn't told Grams about Damon as a human, so how did she know?

"I am a witch, sweetie. I know how history changed. I can see things beyond human perception, remember?"

"Hm."

"I know you saved him, made him better, at least a little, because he has something to be better for."

"So . . . that spell was supposed to give me what I wanted. What was it?"

"Can you not think of anything that you have now and didn't before?"

"Well, I have Damon, but it couldn't have been him I wanted because I didn't even know he was a vampire, and therefore I wouldn't have known to end up back in 1864. So . . ."

Their discussion was interrupted by Bonnie coming in, and Rebecca was suddenly nervous about her finding out. Bonnie was a witch and that meant she couldn't be compelled to forget everything if it was too much for her. So Rebecca made sure that Bonnie wanted to know and she warned Bonnie that it would change everything she thought she knew.

"No, I want to know. Now that I know there's something to know, I need to know."

"Okay, then how do we do this?"

"Follow me," Grams said.

The girls did as she asked and they found themselves in a dimly lit room. The only light was the sun coming through the thick maroon curtains. The room was empty save for the desk-turned-altar in the corner of the room. An altar room, that's where they were. The room had a soft carpet, one of those lush ones that someone could comfortably sleep on.

"All you have to do is imagine what you want her to know and it'll filter through me and into her."

"Okay."

Rebecca figured she could start at the beginning so she thought of the first time she'd met Damon when she'd come out of the girl's bathroom in the Grill. She remembered how she'd kind of been struck dumb when she'd seen how blue his eyes were. She remembered the breathlessness she'd felt when he'd kissed the back of her hand. The beauty of his smile, his real smile, flashed through her mind.

She heard Bonnie's shortness of breath and looked at her weird.

"Careful, Rebecca, she can feel everything you felt."

"Oh . . ."

That was embarrassing. Especially since Rebecca knew how she reacted to Damon. She wasn't sure she wanted Bonnie to feel that. It was private.

"So that was the first time you met him?" Bonnie asked.

"Yeah, and, uh . . . I only think you needed to see that so you'll understand what happens later. The next thing I'm going to show you doesn't have to do with Damon directly, but it has to do with me . . . and it's the beginning of all the weird stuff that you don't know yet. Last chance to back out."

"I'm not backing out," Bonnie said, her mouth forming a firm, defiant line.

Rebecca smiled at Bonnie's attitude. She thought of the day after Vicki Donovan had been attacked the first time at the back-to-school party. The second time around Vicki hadn't been attacked so brutally, not in the rewritten history, so Rebecca didn't focus on the attack itself; she focused on just the bite marks and the fact that it had gotten her attention.

She thought about how that event was the one that had made her decide to come to Grams for help. She envisioned the Vampire book that Grams had given Bonnie to give to her so Bonnie could make the connection. She let Bonnie in on how crazy she'd felt at first for even having to think about otherworldly things because she knew Bonnie was probably feeling the same way. They both had things going on that other people couldn't relate to; they both sometimes felt alone because of it. Then there was the Slayer thing. Rebecca broke it to her gently and she was sure Grams was helping by filtering some of it out.

"Oh, my God. My vision or whatever it is - was - it was real?" Bonnie wrenched her hands free from Grams' and Rebecca's, and her hand flew to her mouth. "Vampires are real?"

"Yes, and that's what I haven't been able to tell you."

Rebecca waited patiently for Bonnie to ask any questions and it took a while.

"If . . . if you, uh, fight them, that means there are vampires here."

"Yes."

"And . . . they're . . . uh, they attack people, drink from them. Vicki . . ." Bonnie's eyes widened and locked on Rebecca. "And Caroline." Her eyes narrowed. "Damon. Damon . . . he . . . Caroline remembered him biting her neck, and Elena saw the bite marks."

"Yes," Rebecca whispered. "But you can't tell anybody. Uh . . . Elena knows. I know. Obviously your Grams knows. My dad knows about me but not about Damon."

"Stefan?"

"He's also a vampire, yes. Neither of them mean you any harm. Damon even made a deal with your ancestor Emily to keep her lineage alive, to keep it going. And Stefan . . . well, he drinks from animals, he doesn't drink from humans. So . . . and Damon doesn't kill if he doesn't have a need to, meaning that aside from a few in-discrepancies . . . he's not here to cause trouble."

I don't think, Rebecca thought to herself.

She was silent for a while and she took in Bonnie's thousand yard stare. Bonnie had this sort of innocence about her, and Rebecca felt bad for being the one to steal a piece of it away.

"I know it's a lot to take in, and you probably need time, so just know that I'll answer any questions you have when you're ready. I just need to know you'll keep all this to yourself. You can't tell anyone."

"You know I wouldn't do that to you. I'll keep your secret, and Damon's and Stefan's. I'm just not ready for all this."

"Nobody ever is," Grams said kindly. "But life wouldn't have brought this to you if you couldn't handle it."

Rebecca stayed with Bonnie for a while and then she walked back home. It was around four when she got there, and her dad and aunt were back, which meant Chelsea was back. The door was already unlocked so she just went in. Her aunt and dad were hugging . . . in the middle of the living room. Though she was more worried about the hugging part.

Rebecca actually did a double-take on that one; she wasn't used to seeing her dad sharing loving embraces with anyone. Weird . . . but cool, she guessed. Though she should really ask Damon if he'd done any mind tricks on her father because he was acting odd.

Her aunt was crying again, but her dad seemed . . . oddly happy and slightly offended. It was a weird mix of emotions, but that's what she was getting.

"Uh . . . hi."

"Becca," her aunt said, giving her a watery smile.

"Tina . . . what's going on?"

"I can stay."

"Um . . . Okay?" What was she crying about? She looked at her dad. "I told her you wouldn't care. You're not that much of an ogre."

There was still a hint of a thought in the back of her mind that something might be going on between Tina and Robert, but Rebecca didn't want to think about that. It was disgusting and wrong on so many levels - she hoped that it wasn't true.

"Okay, well . . . I have to go to Elena's. I promised I'd help Jeremy with his homework. And I'm going to take Chelsea with me."

Before she'd even asked, her dad gave her car keys and told her not to be out too late.

"I know, I know. And call if I'm gonna be late. Got it."

When Rebecca got to Elena's she called Damon like he'd asked her to just to ease his usually troubled mind, but also because her honesty meant a lot to him and his trust meant a lot to her; so doing what she'd said she would was a good way to gain that.

Jeremy met her at the door with a genuine smile and it almost stopped her heart. Not in a good way, either. It touched her because she knew he wasn't really okay; he was just compelled to think he was.

"Hey, Jer."

"Becca. And Chelsea!"

Jeremy didn't ask before taking the little girl into his arms. Rebecca didn't mind; she thought it was adorable. Jeremy loved Chelsea, and Chelsea loved Jeremy.

Jeremy led Rebecca to his bedroom and she was surprised to see he'd actually meant it when he'd said he wanted help with homework; his text books were spread out on the floor.

"Hm." She smiled vaguely at him. "Where do we start?"

"Uh . . . pick a subject." He looked sheepishly at her. "Not passing any of them right now."

"Um . . . okay."

She looked around and saw a weird looking thing on Jeremy's desk. It was made of beads, rods, and a frame. It was . . . an abacus. The rods were fastened in the frame and each rod stood for a decimal place.

"Uh . . . did you make this?"

"Art class last year. I found it in a box full of my old sketches."

"You're drawing again?" Rebecca asked.

"I want to. I don't know why. I just woke up yesterday and felt like I could again."

"That's, um . . . That's good that you're doing that again, Jer."

He grinned. "Yeah, I didn't know how much I missed it until I started it again."

Rebecca sat on the floor and leaned back against the bed. She picked up the first thing she could get her hands on because her throat was tightening and burning, and her heart was hurting. Everything that was happening to Jeremy, this newfound contentment of his, wasn't real.

The paper she held in her hands was an SAT prep study sheet. He was in the tenth grade, so he would be taking pre-SAT's this year. This study sheet glanced over things he needed to know for history.

"Okay, do you need help with this?"

"No, that I can do on my own."

"Well . . . What do you want me to - you're a smart guy, Jer. You . . . don't really need my help."

The bedroom door opened and Elena poked her head in. She looked at Rebecca suspiciously, and Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"What're you guys doing?"

"Um, well . . . see, I've recently become and avid environmentalist and I'm teaching Jeremy how to recycle," Rebecca said, gathering all the paper around her. "Paper, plastic, aluminum; it can all be reused, Jer."

Jeremy laughed at Rebecca's attitude even though he couldn't possibly understand why she was acting the way she was; Elena, however, didn't look amused at all.

Rebecca was slowly becoming aware that she and Elena didn't see eye-to-eye on a lot of things. She stood up, though, and looked back at Jeremy.

"I'll be right back."

"Sure."

So Rebecca walked out and followed Elena downstairs.

"You can relax; I wasn't corrupting his young brain. You've made it perfectly clear that it's none of my business. He asked me to help him with his homework so I came over. I used to didn't need a reason or an excuse to come see Jeremy or you."

"Becca . . ." Elena's voice was weak.

"No. I used to . . . I thought that I could always count on you. I thought you were . . ." Rebecca sighed, suddenly worn out. "I don't know. I just thought that you were the one who would understand. Or at least wouldn't condemn me for something I have no control over. Maybe I didn't make myself clear but I didn't choose this Slayer thing, it sort of chose me. So I can really do without the attitude, Elena."

Rebecca didn't even try to see how Elena reacted to that. After everything that had happened, especially Elena's distrustful perception of Rebecca, she couldn't bring herself to care if she'd hurt Elena's feelings.

Elena wasn't sparing Rebecca's emotions, so why should Rebecca care about Elena's.

Okay, so that's the end of this chapter. It took a while for me to type it out. I don't actually have Microsoft word on my computer anymore, so I had to type it on here. LOL. Anyway, I've written smut before or pre-smut . . . whatever you would consider orgasms without actual sex, but I'm always self-conscious about it, so let me know how I did. How can I make it better, do I need more detail, less detail . . .