Disclaimer: I do not own the Underland Chronicles, or Sixclaw, or Gregor. Hell, I don't even own the jeans covering my ass xD

Author's Note: I know the Sixclaw is a Gnawer, though I didn't know of the gender. So I changed Sixclaw to a girl, and a human, and did my stupid pairing. -sigh- It fails :3

Chapter Rating: M.

~...underage? Maybe...~

Sixclaw was very tempted to rip the head off of her foolish History teacher's neck. He had been going on for half an hour about Britain, and every piece of garbage coming out of was either incorrect, or very biased. However, instead of giving in to her murderous urges, she just sighed and sat with her chin resting on her palm.

Her name wasn't really Sixclaw. If you were to check any official documents, her name was Emer Maurus. However, her mother found out, when Sixclaw was about ten, that she absolutely hated her name. A nickname had formed somewhere between that time and her thirteenth birthday, and she was referred to as Sixclaw from then on. Not that Sixclaw was much better than Emer, but she wasn't about to complain.

Although those damn teachers still called her Emer, and so did any classmate that was unknowing. That was what made high school so terrible. Emer. Ugh. What had her mother been thinking?!

Still. At least she had a nickname to fall back on. What would she have done if her name was Olga or something? Now that would be absolutely dreadful.

"Emer Maurus," Mr. Hendrich growled, one gnarled hand slamming roughly onto the top of her desk. "Were you listening to a word I was saying, hmm?"

Sixclaw took one look into her teachers dull brown eyes, before quickly answering, "Of course not, sir."

The man paused, his expression flickering into annoyance, before he said, "To the office, Ms. Maurus. I won't have you... speaking like that. It is disrespectful."

'Disrespectful my ass,' she thought vehemently, but stood regardless, the notebook that was laying flat against the desktop swept into her arms quickly. Her annoyance did not go unnoticed by her classmates, who exchanged laughing looks. Apparently her anger was amusing.

Her hands were itching to smack that smug look right off of Mr. Hendrich's, but instead she merely said, "You do realize that the Revolution started a year later than what you were saying, don't you?"

He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, his eyes becoming quickly confused. Before he could quite think of something to respond with, Sixclaw was out the door, her short school-issued skirt lifting a bit due to her long stride.

-

"Emer...," the secretary said slowly, "Why are you here?"

Sixclaw froze, her eyes seeking out those of her mother. She winced. She had completely forgotten about that... Why, oh why did her mother have to work at her school?! Couldn't she be free from things such as this?!

"I..." she began, clearing her throat self-consciously as she became aware of her mother's exasperated look. She blinked once, trying to keep the tears out of her eyes...dammit. "I just..."

She faltered, dropping her gaze to the floor. She could never quite look at her mother whenever she was given that look. It just reminded her of all that was gone... at the moment...

Three years ago, when Sixclaw was fourteen, her younger sister had come down with something. Her mother had suspected it to be a stomach bug, and kept her home from school that day. The next day, her younger brother bad the same symptoms. Fever, coughing, diarrhea, rash and vomiting.

To this day, nobody quite knew what had happened, but the entire family was sick from some sort of illness. Only Sixclaw, her mother, and twin brother had survived.

Without looking at her mother, Sixclaw spun around, pushing through the door as quickly as possible. Her mother's cries of, "Emer!" didn't slow her down at all as she ran down the halls.

-

Sixclaw ran into the man when she was four blocks away from her school. She hadn't been watching where she was going, so the fault was hers. However, it didn't stop her from snapping angrily at him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" she snarled, her hands clenching into fist. She couldn't even control her reactions. "You fucking idiot. Don't just stand in the middle of the fucking road, you fucking dumbass!"

The man raised an eyebrow, his brown eyes questioning. He looked mildly amused by the way she was acting, which just irritated her further.

"Well?" she hissed, poking one fake finger nail against his chest. The blood red nail polish stood out against the white, and she frowned at the two colours. His chest was definitely of the muscular sort, and Sixclaw spread her hand out against his abs. His heart beat a steady tattoo against her palm. "Are you going to answer me?!"

The man smirked. "I wasn't even considering it, ma'am."

Sixclaw clenched her teeth, glaring up at the brown haired man who as being such an inconvenience to her fuming. He was handsome enough, with bright eyes and a smile that was borderline feral. He was tall enough to be menacing, and yet not quite so tall that he didn't attract many women, she would bet.

"And who are you, exactly, ma'am? Please take your hand off of me," the man said casually, his stance never shifting in the slightest.

Sixclaw flushed, her hand flying down to her side. "Ah... Emer. My name, that is... it's Emer."

The man nodded, his own hand coming out, palm-up. The skin looked rough and scars criss-crossed over the flesh. Hesitantly, Sixclaw held her own hand out.

With a smile, the man shook her –much smaller-- hand, and said, "My name is Gregor. It's nice to meet you, Emer." Somehow, the name was harder to hate when he said it in such a sweet, light voice. He didn't have a deep, bass voice as some men did, and that was comforting somehow.

"And, uh... it's nice to meet you as well, Gregor."

Gregor grinned, reaching down and grabbing her wrist. "You look pissed," he observed. "I'll take you to get something to eat, hm? I know I just met you, but a pretty girl like you shouldn't have to go hungry when angry."

Sixclaw blushed, but complied, and allowed the man she had known for less than ten minutes to lead her away.

-

"Your mother?" Gregor asked, raising an eyebrow. He held a fork in one hand, giving her an odd look. "She works at your school? Damn. That sucks."

Sixclaw nodded, her grip tightening on her Coke bottle in hardly-suppressed anger. "I don't see why she has to! It's completely unnecessary! I mean, I know she needed a job and everything, but a job at my school?! As a secretary in the office, at that! I can't get into trouble without her knowing as soon as I'm through the door!"

Gregor nodded in understanding. "My mother..." he paused, taking a bite of pasta and chewing thoughtfully. "She was really overprotective. Like... I couldn't do anything without her watching over my shoulder. It was insane. One day, I yelled at her –she was going on about not approving of one of my friends who she seemed to think I was dating-- and she got mad at me. We didn't talk for months.

"Well, one day, my sister was so sick of our silence that she actually locked us in the kitchen –we had doors by both entrances-- and wouldn't let us out until we solved whatever was bothering us," Gregor took another bite of his food, a frown tugging at the edges of his mouth. "It worked, and my mother and I came to an understanding. It was awkward at first, after not having spoken to each other for so long."

"Ah," Sixclaw looked down at her own plate, her appetite having left her over five minutes ago. She couldn't force herself to eat, though she knew she would be very hungry later. "How are things between you two now?"

"They're better," he answered shortly, reaching across the table and snagging the Coke from her hands. He took a drink without hesitation, nearly laughing as he saw the appalled expression that crossed her face.

"Let go of that!" she cried, crawling onto the seat of the booth. The artificial leather had been stuck to the back of her thighs with sweat and she grimaced. Regardless, she attempted to grab the Coke bottle from his hands. He stuck out his tongue, holding the drink just out of her reach.

"You should probably sit back down," Gregor snickered, handing her the bottle after a moment of silence. "Your skirt is kinda... yeah."

Sixclaw's eyes widened, and she was back to her booth and sitting down in seconds. "Dammit, why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

Gregor raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to look at your ass?"

A blush blossomed on her cheeks, and she couldn't even look at him. "Ah, well..."

"'Cause if you insist on it, I must, hmm?" Gregor smirked. "And from what I saw, you have a pretty impressive ass. Is that a school uniform, Emer? It looks very nice on you. I wonder how you look without it, though..."

Sixclaw's eyes widened, but before she could respond, Gregor had her chin in one hand, tilting her head upwards slightly. "Your eyes are green. I never noticed." And then he kissed her.

Sixclaw wouldn't admit it to most people, but she was a virgin in every sense of the word. She had never been kissed before, she had never had sex... hell, she hardly ever hugged male friends. Her contact was strictly with female friends, and Sixclaw was positive she was straight. She had never felt the urge to fuck a girl.

But the soft lips moving against hers were gentle and, yet, quietly hungry in a way she couldn't describe. She felt something wet sliding against her lower lip, and, she realized with a start, that it was his tongue. That was different.

Having the vast knowledge that she did –most of it coming from romance novels and real life-- she was pretty sure what was being asked of. Hesitantly, she opened her mouth. Probably too much, she would think later, but at that moment she didn't notice a thing.

Gregor's tongue slid across her own, and Sixclaw made a little half-choked sound at the contact. She was not expecting the tingle of feeling she received from the simple motion. An arm snaked around her waist.

Abruptly, Sixclaw pulled her face away from his, breathing heavily. He seemed to be unaffected –something she vowed to ask about later-- though he smiled at her slightly. His arm pulled her closer, and Sixclaw became aware of how hot her skin felt. Her lips were tingling from his kiss.

"I say we leave. Would you like to come with me?"

Sixclaw looked up at him, then back to the arm at her waist. "Yes."

-

Gregor's house was warm, Sixclaw noted faintly, and it was a little crowded –but, then again, the apartment was small. He lived on his own, so it wasn't as if there were other people living there...

"Do you like it?" Gregor asked, steering her over to the couch. The material was rough underneath her thighs, but she didn't say anything. She just continued to stare at his apartment in wonder. Her arms were crossed underneath her breasts. The room was organized but full, and there was hardly any space available for walking. However, it had a very lived-in feel about it.

"I do," she answered after a moment. "It's very nice."

Gregor grinned lecherously. "Would you like to see the bedroom as well?"

With a smirk of her own, Sixclaw promptly answered, "Well? Lead the way."

-

"Emer..." Gregor said hesitantly, standing before a closed doorway. His eyes were troubled. "Are you sure... that you want to do this? I mean, you're still seventeen...I don't want to put you in a situation that you might not be able to get out of..."

Sixclaw reached over and grasped his forearm. "I'm sure. I know I've only known you for less than a day... but I trust you. And I know I can handle this. Please..."

Gregor's arms came out, and Sixclaw found herself crushed against his body. He held her against him tightly for a minute or two before she felt his hot breath on her neck. One of his hands trailed up her side, ruffling the cotton uniform. His fingers teased the spot where the soft swell of her breast began. His tongue darted out against the skin of her neck, and she shivered unconsciously.

"Emer..." he murmured softly. She felt his hair brush against her nose, before he straightened once more. He kept his arm tight around her waist, and lead her inside of his bedroom.

She didn't know what she was expecting. A single bed, maybe, with unkempt sheets that might have needed a washing or two. Maybe a canvas cover, though it merely sounded good in her head and would be ridiculous of anyone to have such a thing. She certainly wasn't expecting the simple black cotton sheets, though, and was relieved. This was not the room of a man with many lovers –or, at least, she didn't think it was. She would have to ask later.

Carefully, Gregor and Sixclaw made their way over to the bed, and through the doorway a small amount of light shone. Neither bothered with the door, comforted by their last contact to the world.

The sheets were soft beneath her, and Sixclaw was glad for the normal material. She had never used anything other than cotton before, and the familiar feel made her feel more comfortable. Even though she knew she was about to give her virginity away to a man she hardly knew, she couldn't force herself to think on the situation too much. She had already decided that this was what she wanted –that this was what she needed.

"Emer..." Gregor said again, lowering his face to hers. "Some people say they want to give their virginity to someone they love... I'm not new to this, and I don't know you very well... but I like you. Is that enough...?"

"Yes," Sixclaw whispered, "I like you too. I want this, alright?"

"Alright..." he mumbled, and his lips were on hers again.

This kiss was not as gentle as the one at the diner had been –it was hungrier, and much rougher. Teeth and tongues battled as lips moved over each other quickly. Sixclaw felt a hand cupping her breast and she arched her chest against, groaning in frustration as her bra and uniform shirt kept her from truly feeling the sensation.

His mouth was at the junction between her neck and shoulder, and he sucked at the flesh. His teeth brushed against the flesh once, twice, and then his tongue was sliding wetly across the small expanse. Gregor quickly ran out of skin and resorted the pulling on the buttons of Sixclaw's uniform. They snapped from their bindings, and small pieces of plastic scattered around the room.

Sixclaw gasped as the tight shirt loosened significantly, and Gregor slowly removed the garment, tossing it somewhere into the darkness behind him. His eyes gleamed in the faint hallway light, even as his rough fingers plucked at the fabric of her bra. The silky texture and lace did nothing to deter him. Instead, his arms slipped around to undo the clasp that held it together.

As the hook unclasped and the bra loosened over Sixclaw's bound breasts, she couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh. She had never enjoyed wearing a bra, and removing it was always the most fun she could get out of a day.

Gregor smirked at her reaction, and pulled the bra off of her chest. Her breasts were exposed to the cool air, and the nipples pulled and hardened. She was used to such a feeling and laughed shakily as she felt tempted to cover her chest with her arms.

"Emer..." Gregor murmured, one of his hands coming up the cup her right breast gently. His thumb brushed against her erect nipple, and she couldn't hold in the breathy moan she gave from the sensation. She was aware of a wetness slowly sliding down her inner labia. She knew his touches would incite arousal, and yet she couldn't help but be mildly surprised.

His breath was against her nipple now, and she gasped as he took the hardened nub into his mouth. His tongue was slimy and wet, and Sixclaw arched her back desperately against his body. "Ah... Gregor...!"

She felt something hard poking her in the thigh, and she didn't even need to ask what it was. Gregor ground his hips against her leg briefly, drawing small groans out of himself. He bit his lip to stifle the sounds.

Sixclaw was dragged into his lap, and Gregor's clothed erection rubbed against her panties that were one of the last two things keeps her away from his. She moaned as her wetness began to seep into her panties, and Gregor's cock brushed against her clit roughly. Her own bottom lip was bleeding slightly due to how tightly she was biting into it.

"Fuck...ah, G-Gregor," she moaned, her head tipping back as pushed herself against Gregor's hips. His answering groans told her enough.

After a few more moments, Gregor held her hips to stop her. Somehow, his shirt had gotten removed –she wasn't sure when exactly that had happened-- and now they were both equally naked. Sixclaw was breathing rather heavily, her breasts rising with each quick breath.

Her chest was gleaming with sweat, and her eyes were half-lidded. Her clit throbbed painfully, reminding her again of her arousal. Gregor was in a similar state, and the feral look was the only warning she got before he flipped her over onto her back. He straddled her hips with a grin.

"So, Emer..." he said breathlessly, "What else would you like to try?"

Without waiting for an answer, Gregor reached down and tugged her underwear and skirt to her knees. Her legs were already parted, and she was not pretty much completely naked. Her tanned skin was flushed.

"And what is this?" Gregor smirked, and she felt his fingers brush against her clit. She arched slightly, her eyes closing instinctively. She grabbed handfuls of the duvet beneath her. Gregor's position moved, and then he was trailing hot kisses down her body, his tongue darting into her navel when he reached her stomach, and a kiss at her clit alerted her of his progress.

As his tongue swept down her slit, leaving a burning trail in its wake, she moaned, the new feelings assaulting her. They were distracting things, certainly, but not in a bad way. She was in ecstasy, and she wasn't sure quite what was going on anymore. She could only concentrate on that questing tongue that delved into her folds, and along her her outer labia, lapping at the liquid and making her squirm.

Finally, his head retreated, and Sixclaw whimpered at the lack of sensation. She felt his lips at her ear, whispering her name, drawing her body closer to his. His cock pressed into her stomach, reminding her of the situation once more. It was hard to forget, of course, but these moments were beginning to blend together into a hazy mass of lust-fueled touches. It was hard to forget, and yet, she found herself doing just that.

"Emer..." he sighed into her hair, "are you ready for this?"

Hesitantly, Sixclaw nodded her head once, though she wouldn't admit aloud that she was uneasy. She had heard that, for a female, losing your virginity was supposed to be very painful. Particularly when the hymen was pierced. That was supposed to be the real pain.

"Alright," Gregor said, not mentioning his own concern, though it was evident in his voice. Truth be told, he had never actually taken a girl's virginity before, and he was a bit nervous about it. Some men wouldn't care if the woman was hurt as long as they got their own release, but Gregor usually had to care about someone deeply –and, of course, in a sexual way-- before he felt the need to go to the next step.

In his heart, he thought that Emer was too young for this. She was only seventeen, and she was a beautiful girl –why give her virginity to a man she hardly knew?

She said she trusted him, but that didn't mean they had the same morals.

Taking a deep breath, Gregor muttered a quick, "Prepare yourself," before he positioned his painfully hard cock at her entrance. He wasn't supposed to be the one freaking over this sort of thing. He gave her a few seconds to back out, and when she didn't, he leaned down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss as he began to sink his length inside of her.

He tried to do it quickly, to make the pain come faster, and he stopped as soon as he was fully sheathed. The tight heat surrounding him was nearly too much to bear, and he merely groaned to release the urge to begin thrusting.

"Gregor..." Sixclaw said, her voice shaky, "You can move now."

Slowly, Gregor began to pull out of her. When he was nearly completely out, he thrust inside, his hands tightening against the mattress.

The two became a mass of sweaty bodies, breathy moans and groans, and grinding hips. Sixclaw's hair clung to her body, rivulets of various body fluids trailing her body. Her hands reached for anything they could grasp, and she wrapped her arms around his back, shuddering pleasurably when he stopped for the briefest moment and continued to thrust.

The rhythm went from steady to erratic, and the sound of a creaking bed frame and mattress was accompanied by more groans and moans. The sound of skin on skin contact was a constant in the room, as was the panting of the couple on the bed.

Sixclaw gave a sharp moan as she climaxed, her toes curling as her body arched into Gregor's. Her muscles tightened around Gregor's cock, and he gave in as well, choking on her name as he practically shook.

Afterwards, their heavy breathing filled the room, and neither of them could find the will to move. Finally, Gregor pulled his spent penis out of her, and he rolled onto the side. He grabbed the edge of the duvet and pulled it over the two of them, chuckling breathlessly to himself. He dropped off almost immediately.

-

When Sixclaw awoke, she had a hard time recalling where she was. She felt pleasantly warm, and she snuggled against the source of the warmth. She stiffened at the thought, and then the previous night's activities came back to her in a heady rush.

She was no longer a virgin, and the man who had taken it...! No, she decided, it wasn't all him. He gave me chances to back. I can't regret it, regardless. It was enjoyable.

She felt his arm tighten possessively around her waist, and she felt the tendrils of exhaustion pulling her back down. She gratefully succumbed to the darkness of sleep.

-

When she awoke again, she was alone. At first, she was panicked, wondering if Gregor had abandoned her, before she remembered that this was his bedroom in his apartment, and that that thought was silly.

Still, she couldn't help but wonder where he had gotten to. A robe sat on the edge of the bed, folded neatly. Hesitantly, she reached for it, and she pulled it over her shoulders. When she stood, she fastened it around her waist. She was in too much of a daze to wonder where her clothes had gotten to.

Slowly, she headed out the door and down the hallway. She found herself in a brightly lit room, which she recognized as a kitchen. He was sitting at the table, dressed in only a pair of boxers. When he hear her approach he smiled at her.

"Good morning Emer, how did you sleep?" he asked pleasantly.

"Very well, thanks," she smiled. She felt she had to do that, to show that what she had done had been her decision. He, nor anyone else, could have changed what she had decided she needed. "I'm..."

"I know," he replied as he stood. His arms wrapped around her waist. "You're sure you don't regret anything?"

"No."

His lips met hers, and for the second time in the past few hours, she felt that she knew exactly what she wanted.