AN: Okay, I upped the rating. This is now an M rated fic, FYI.

Jake pulled her in and kissed her again. Partly because he wanted to, and partly because he knew kissing Amy would help him calm down and stop worrying/thinking too much. Nothing good ever came from Jake Peralta overthinking anything.

Plus, he just wanted to touch her. He actually got to do that now, without any interruptions. So he took advantage of it, running his hands up the expanse of her back, threading his fingers in her hair as Amy shifted closer and got a little handsy herself. Which was just- oh the fucking best. Her hands were so warm on his skin, but he still shivered when her nails grazed the back of his neck.

"Just, uh, just tell me," Jake started speaking into her lips as they kissed. He probably would've been licking his own if hers weren't so damn close. "If you wanna, wanna stop or-" his breath hitched when Amy curled her fingers in his hair and gave a nice little tug, which was so not fair, and she definitely knew it as she smirked and pressed her lips to his. Jake managed to only get distracted for like, just a bit before he remembered he was in the middle of a sentence that he probably needed to finish. "Or pause, or slow down, or change tactics, okay?"

"Okay, you too," Amy agreed easily, smiling.

Jake gave her a confused look. "Huh?"

Amy rolled her eyes with an affectionate huff. "Same goes for you. You tell me too. You're allowed to get uncomfortable, Jake. And if you do, you tell me too, okay?" She cupped his cheek, waiting for him to nod before she continued. "It's like you've been working so hard to make sure there's no pressure on me that you've put so much pressure on yourself. You're doing fine," Amy assured him, letting her words resonate as her fingers drifted up to play with his hair. She wanted to make sure he knew. Like, she was pretty sure once they really started to get things going he wouldn't be so nervous as the absolute cutest person she'd ever met trying to make sure this was an awesome experience for her.

Really, anything would be an awesome experience for her as long as it involved him. She wasn't surprised, though. Of course she knew about all the symbolism attached to losing your virginity. And of the two of them, Jake was all about symbolism and romance. How long it took and all the build up to tonight probably didn't help with any nerves either. But, as odd as it was, Jake being all worked up kinda gave her some form of confidence. Like she definitely would've been more worked up herself if he went all cool hand Luke tonight.

Instead she had the guy she loved in a cabin in the woods, and they were gonna have a whole lot of fun tonight.

"No pressure tonight, babe. You are such a good boyfriend, and you've guaranteed that I'm gonna have the most romantic losing virginity story in the world. And just because you've had sex before and I haven't doesn't mean you're like the sex master or something. You can get uncomfortable too. And if you wanna stop or slow down or 'change tactics'," she waggled his eyebrows at his phrasing, "That's fine too. You tell me too, okay?"

Jake blinked, realizing exactly two things. One: that Amy just said sex master completely straight faced. And two: even though he's dated a lot of girls (Amy defined a ton as more than five, didn't she?) Amy Santiago is the first girl who's ever said anything like that to him. Ever. It was kinda nice. In the face heat up self conscious get a bit blushy sort of way, but still. It felt nice.

"You're an awesome girlfriend," Jake said quickly, without really thinking. Then he grimaced when he heard what came out, because really? That was the best he could come up with?

But Amy smiled at that, the really cute smile with her eyes crinkling at the corners, so maybe it was okay.

"Good to go?" She asked, running her hands up his arms, giving his shoulders a light, reassuring squeeze. She was really looking forward to what was to come, but she didn't want to rush him.

At his nod and subsequent kiss, her hands took a firm hold on him and she deepened the kiss quite eagerly.

Jake hummed in pleasant surprise at the sudden insistence of her lips. This push pull that they always fell into without even trying was so great.

She kissed him without holding back, and all the noises he was making at the back of his throat was more than a little rewarding.

Amy left his lips with a parting nibble, trailing kisses along his jaw, down his throat, to his collarbone, all while her hands roamed around his front and back. She always loved how reactive he was. Just like now.

How he automatically leaned into her touch, pushed into her hands as they glided across his skin. Jake ran his fingers through her hair as her lips traveled downwards, and his breath actually caught when she reached the base of his throat. Not because she did anything, but because he knew what was coming.

She dragged it out a little bit though, teased him, giving light sweet kisses along his collarbone, back and forth again.

"Amy," he whined. She chuckled before giving him what he wanted. She still took her time though, kissing back from the length of his shoulder, to the center of his chest, licking along the dip in his clavicle, making his adam's apple bob. Before he could whine again, though, she stopped licking and started sucking, finally giving him what he wanted. It was her usual mode of attack, because he loved it so much. Sucking at his collarbone was always met with a moan from Jake Peralta.

She nipped him, after she had sucked on his skin long enough to guarantee sensitivity, and the hand Jake had splayed on her back tensed and tightened, like he would have gripped her shirt if she was still wearing one.

That was his left hand. His right hand though, had traveled elsewhere, had traveled downward. Between her legs.

Jake brushed his fingers against her, pressing into her, and proceeded to rub her over her jeans with two knuckles. And it felt, just, so good.

Amy rocked into his touch, giving him encouraging noises, hoping for more. Noises was really all she could make, since she wasn't willing to take her lips off of his skin, just nipping and sucking at the base of his throat, skimming her lips up his neck, giving him a few harsher bites too. Jake groaned with every one.

But, as nice as it felt, she wanted more. A lot more.

"Let's get the rest of the clothes off, yeah?"

AN: Hi, and welcome to your biannual update of Marco Polo