Clare always had high expectations of sex. It was suppose to be magical, perfect thing that two people could share together. With candles lighting the room and soft music playing, and rose petals; two hearts beating as one. And all the anticipation would just add to the mood because she would, of course wait until her wedding night. That was what she believed when she was a child and some part of her had always clung to the fantasy.

But that's all it was, a fantasy.

Her first time had been one of the most awkward, nerve-racking experiences of her life. She had been so tense and had no idea what to do with her body. It only made it worse knowing that Eli obviously knew what he was doing. He was, also, strangely quiet, making her constantly wonder if she was doing something wrong. Not to mention it hurt, badly. Clare knew that it would, but knowing and experiencing are two very different things. Eli hadn't stayed in bed either, after they finished he got dressed. And that was that.

No candles, no music, no anticipation, no wedding.

At first she thought that it was just her inexperience but it continued to be awkward and Eli was still distant. The last time they ever had sex was in the back of his hearse and it had been intense. Clare finally figured she was doing something right. They were both really into it but at the end when he climaxed it wasn't her name he called. It was Julia's. Clare was sure it had be a record on how fast she got dressed and was out of that car. And that was the end of her relationship with Eli, and sex.

Until now, that is.

Sex with K.C. wasn't anything like her childhood self had envisioned either. She had been nervous and tense but at least at had faded somewhat, as a sense of familiarity came. K.C. had taken control and had shown her what he wanted and in turn gave her what she was craving. And Clare could feel it, the connection between her and K.C. and it gave her confidence, that along with him continuously panting her name and groaning in her ear and against her body. There were still no candles but she could still feel every muscle in his body press against her. No music, unless you count the thump of her heart beating wildly against her chest, his pants, and the banging of the headboard against the wall.

Clare woke in a haze of confusion. It took a couple seconds for the prior nights events came flooding back, but when they did they hit hard. She could feel K.C.'s body pressed snuggly against her naked back, spooning her with his head resting in the curve of her neck, his hot breath blowing in her ear with every breath he took, his muscular arms were wrapped around her resting on her torso just below her breast. Clare knew she couldn't move, let alone get up, from K.C. intimate embrace without waking him. So, she just laid there very awkwardly stiff and unmoving. The longer she lay there the more nervous she got. This was so awkward. What was she going to do when he did wake up? What would he do? She bit hard on the inside of her cheek, funny how she hadn't thought about any of this last night. And it wasn't like they could blame it on being drunk. They had known exactly what they were doing.

Her internal freak out, came to a halt when she heard throaty groan followed by shifting behind her. Her body tensed, the arm that had been holding her slid back caressing her skin, making her involuntarily shiver, until his hand came to a halt on her hip as he leaned back on his other elbow. Clare felt the familiar pressure from last night start to tingle in her stomach. She didn't know what to do, so she stayed still and bit harder on the inside of her cheek.

Clare expected him to get up, dress quickly, and leave before she 'woke up'. Isn't that how one night stands were supposes to work? If so, K.C. obviously didn't care because after a few second he had rolled closer to her, if there had been any space between their bodies when she woke up, there wasn't now. It went a step father when his knee slid in-between her legs. Her body arched into his touch unconsciously and let out a gasp. A throaty chuckle rumbled through K.C.'s chest as he trailed his fingers back up Clare's stomach and resting dangerously close to her breast. "Good morning Clare," He whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe. Clare felt the awkwardness fade as more pleasant sensations tingled throughout her body. K.C.'s hands made the short travel upwards to cover her breast, squeezing them gently as he started kissing a trail down her neck. She allowed him to tease her as she got lost in a haze, but soon that wasn't enough.

Clare turned in his arms just enough that she could claim his lips. She pushed her body harder against his and caressed up his back. The muscles flexed under her touch. The kiss grew hotter and Clare found herself on top of K.C., something she had never been confident enough to ever do. She soon found that it was a very powerful thing, feeling K.C.'s hardness pressing against her.

Curses, pants, and moans filled the room as Clare rode K.C. his hands holding firmly onto her hips helping her keep her pace. It didn't help however when Clare was washed over by her orgasm and her movements became sloppy and inconsistent jerking motions. K.C. tried to let her ride it out but was unable to take it as with a grunted 'Damn it!', he flipped them over Clare's back pressed against the mattress as he finish what they had started.

Clare had been laying on her stomach, K.C.'s arm looped loosely around her waist as he dozed, for about a half hour. The after effect of their earlier activities still buzzing through her body, but she no longer felt hot like she had and her body was cooling leaving her feeling chilled. She considered get out of bed for a hot shower but could force herself to get up. Clare didn't know what was going to happen between her and K.C. but she had to admit at the moment wasn't too concerned with the future but the present. She reached up brushing K.C.'s sweaty bangs back from his forehead. His skin was still warm to the touch, she couldn't help but wonder…She moved her hand down and placed it on K.C.'s chest, and found that it was just as warm. Clare left her hand there as she scooted closer and closer until she was snuggled into his heat.

Her moving woke K.C. and he groaned bring his hand to his face to rub his eyes. "Again?" He asked, and even not being able to see him with her face rest on his chest Clare could hear the smirk in his voice. She smacked his chest lightly in response. A smile pulled at his lips as he tightened his arms around her.

Clare broke the silence sometime after. "K.C. what does this mean?" She asked the question that was on the forefront of her mind. Clare wasn't sure why she asked and wasn't sure if she was ready for the answer. What would she do if he told her he just wanted to have a little bit of fun? Would she be able to handle the fact that the passionate sex they had was just that, sex? Something that he had done with countless other girls before her and would surely do with other girls after her? She wished that she could take the words back as she decided that she really didn't want to know. She didn't know how the words had slipped from her mouth without her brains permission anyways. Maybe it was pillow talk? Clare could remember Ali telling her about having tough conversations after sex with Johnny to have him loosened up enough to say what he really felt, not just what he felt he had to say. Clare had never really had pillow talk. Eli didn't stay in bed so it was pretty impossible. Clare was suddenly glad he hadn't, what would she have said to him if he had?

K.C. pulled back slightly to look down at the woman in his arms. He shifted to so that he could see into her eyes but she stubbornly refused to look at him. Her baby blues were focused on her hand which was pressed against his chest rubbing lazy circles. "Clare," She didn't respond but caught the subtle shake of her head. He brought his hand to cover hers forcing her to stop her idle movement. "Clare," Her blue eyes founded his eyes, then slowly slid down to his lips. She leaned forward covering them with hers arms winding around his neck. K.C. responded to the kiss but didn't let it last long. He knew what she was trying to do any he wasn't going to let her. "Clare," He repeated this time scolding gripping her arms.

"Just forget it." She tried to lean forward again but he kept his arms locked easily keeping her still. He knew her well enough to see the mortification hidden in her face. He pushed himself off her bed and grabbed his boxers off the floor and pulled them on.

Clare felt heat flush to her cheeks and ears making them burn with embarrassment. Leave it to her to ask something so stupid and make a man leave. K.C. will probably never talk to her again because she was a clingy one nightstand. She pulled the sheet up to cover herself feeling completely exposed. The awkward feeling that she felt when she woke up came back overflowing over her like a tilde wave. She closed her eyes tightly fighting back the moisture, waiting to hear the shuffling of feet followed by the opening and closing of the door. Instead she felt the side of bed move as if someone had sit down.

"Clare," A hand rough with calluses brushed her face. "Look at me." When she failed to comply, he admitted defeat. "Fine, just listen then. Last night when I found you on the side of that back road, I didn't think this would happen. I was just hoping that we could get our friendship back from when we were in grade nine. We use to talk for hours, especially once we started dating. I miss that." He pulled back his hand, the loss of contact making Clare open her eyes. "I guess I can't really say anything, after all it was my fault."

"Yeah, it was." Clare agreed, "But I miss it too." K.C. smiled before leaning in to capture her lips. Clare pulled back, "You didn't answer my question." K.C. pushed her hair back, kissing her forehead and whispered in her ear, "What do you wanna be?"

"I want to be something," Clare pushed him back, "But I want to take it slow." K.C. nodded in understanding, pulling her tight against his chest as they cuddle on the bed.

"I think I can handle that."

It's been forever since I updated I know. But the writing bug has bitten me once again. But it's up to you. Do you want me to continue writing this or should this be the end? I have a few ideas but….

Love & Missed ya guys,

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