Rewrite of What Happens Now and Panic!

I found myself constantly thinking each of the previous works could go hand in hand with one another; so why not merge them? WHN and Panic are no longer available as Wandering Heart is taking its place.

You may notice a few similarities within the first two chapters, but rest assured the remainder of the fic will have you on the edge of your seat!

Please be mindful of the rating for this fic.

Enjoy!

Duncan and Courtney were currently in his living room. Courtney was sitting on Duncan's lap, her legs on either side of him. While Duncan had his hand firmly on the back of her neck, gripping onto a portion of her hair. They were in the middle of a heavy make-out session that was escalating. Courtney leaned back to catch her breath, and Duncan took the opportunity to speak before anything else happened.

"Are we really going to do this?"

Although he was asking, Duncan was pulling Courtney closer to him. His hands were now rubbing down her back until they reached her plump cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze. He hitched the skirt she was wearing up so it was bunched up around her waist. He wanted so badly to rip it off but knew that would just cause more problems than none.

"Shut up before I change my mind."

Their lips were back on each other within seconds. Courtney ran her tongue against Duncan's lower lip and was immediately welcomed by his own. They battled for dominance and the coolness of Duncan's tongue piercing hitting the roof of Courtney's mouth had her whimpering with need. Duncan started to lower his kisses down to her collarbone. He began sucking on her skin but stopped when Courtney pushed his head back.

"You can't do that!"

"Right, sorry." He inched himself back towards her and let his lips linger, almost touching hers.

"Is this better?" He asked as his hands rocked her hips slightly against him. Courtney's lips parted slightly as a low moan escaped. Duncan smirked, crushing his lips back onto hers. Courtney pulled Duncan's shirt up so his abs were visible. She racked her fingers against them before going for his belt. Duncan got the message and helped her unbuckle and unzip his pants. They were hungry for each other and wanted to get straight to the point.

Once his pants were around his ankles Courtney rubbed her hand against Duncan's growing erection. God, he was huge, even through the thin fabric of his boxers. Duncan let out a hitched breath from the contact, pulling away and looking down to see how close their sexes were. Courtney had a pair of lilac lace panties that made her tan skin pop even more. Duncan wondered if she was wearing a matching set. He let his hands slide up towards her breasts, letting his fingers grip the low-cut tank top that showed just the right amount of cleavage before pulling it down. He was right, there sat Courtney, breathing hard, with a see-through lilac lace bra and matching panties, waiting for Duncan to do anything. She wanted him at this very moment, whether it was his fingers, tongue, or cock, she needed it.

Fuck was he in for.

"You're so sexy." He said in a low voice. Courtney responded by grinding her hips against him. They both let out a faint moan at the friction their undergarments were giving them, this wouldn't do. Courtney took the initiative and reached into Duncan's boxers, she wrapped her delicate hand around his throbbing cock before pulling it out. Duncan almost lost it, he was trying hard to keep things slow, but he just could not wait any longer. He pulled Courtney's panties to the side, revealing just how wet and swollen she already was for him. He rubbed his thumb against her clit which earned a sharp gasp to come out from both of them.

"See how ready you are for me?" Duncan groaned as he palmed her, teasing her lips with his middle finger. Courtney's hips jerked slightly, wanting Duncan to help release the growing pressure that was rising in her.

"Duncan, p-please. You know it's my first time."

He stopped.

The rush of everything crashing down at the realization of what was about to happen. Courtney was a virgin. It was not new information. Ever since they had met he knew, everyone did for that matter. Courtney was President of the Celibacy Club at their university. Not only that, but she participated in any religious matter the school had to offer. If there was a retreat or a fundraiser she was there. She helped the nuns in the convent, and you would always find her saying a prayer before every meal and, in general, in the school's Chapel. With all of this in mind, she was still here with him, ready to break her number one vow.

"Are you sure?" He asked, not wanting to pressure her into anything.

"Yes."

Duncan lifted Courtney up slightly in order to position himself right under her entrance. He looked at her and asked one more time for reassurance. With a nod, Duncan helped Courtney lower herself onto his cock slowly. Feeling themselves come together had moans escaping both of their mouths. They didn't break eye contact and kept a steady rhythm. Duncan pulled Courtney against him so their chests were pushed up against one another. He held her as she continued moving up and down in such a slow motion he nearly screamed. Not wanting to overwhelm her, he let her take control. If Courtney wanted to go slow, they would. If she wanted to go crazy he sure as hell would be down for the ride. If she wanted to stop, they would. This was about making her feel good.

When Courtney nodded her head to indicate she was fine, Duncan started to thrust his hips up to meet hers.

"God, you're so tight." Duncan groaned as the walls of Courtney's cunt were gripping onto him.

He took her wrists and held them behind her back, causing her to lean back slightly so her breasts were poking out even more. Duncan thrust up into her in a harder, faster rhythm causing Courtney to moan out louder than she initially wanted. Feeling him stretching her was putting her on edge. She couldn't hold back the sounds coming out of her mouth anymore.

"Duncan!" Courtney tried to free her hands, but Duncan's grip tightened at the sound of his name coming from her lips.

"Fuck, say my name again."

Courtney's voice started to go into a high pitch as she rocked her hips against him, moaning his name in such a seductive way. Duncan watched as her head went back causing her hair to ripple down almost touching where he had her wrists locked in place. He leaned forward and brought his lips against her left nipple, sucking it as it hardened against the lace fabric, then doing the same to the right.

"Oh God, don't stop!" Courtney felt a tightening in her stomach, she was ready to unfold on him any second now. She had sweat beating down her forehead that framed her face in a glowing way.

"That's it, Princess, be a good girl and come for me."

Hearing those words did it for her. Courtney yelled out as she felt her walls coming down, Duncan still jerked his hips up against her as she came undone. He loved the feeling of her tightness around him, and with a few more thrusts he came with just as much force as she did.

They were both panting trying to even their breathing. Duncan helped Courtney off him, and they sat side by side not saying a word. The air in the room was thick, and Duncan would need to open a window in order to eliminate any essence of the events that just went down.

Courtney got up, fixing her skirt and top before going into the downstairs bathroom. She cleaned herself up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was hot, her lips were swollen, and her hair was a little frizzy. She turned the sink on and patted some cold water against her cheeks to cool herself down, swallowing the lump that was forming in her throat. She wasn't a virgin anymore, that part of her was gone now. Was it worth it? Before she could let herself get into her own head she found a comb and brushed her hair back in place.

When she came back into the living room she noticed Duncan sitting where they both were previously joined together. Courtney walked over and sat on the single chair that was to the right of the couch. The television was cut on to avoid any type of conversation.

The silence between the two was growing and it was uneasy, someone had to say something. Wouldn't Duncan want to talk about it? Was she so in over her head to want just that? He cleared his throat causing Courtney to look over. This was it. He opened his mouth but shut it at the sounds of a door opening and closing.

Within a few seconds, another figure came into view. His red hair was slicked back with gel, and he was undoing the tie on his neck. His name was Scott and he was Duncan's roommate since freshman year. He had just had a meeting with the Chancellor of their university over a prank gone wrong. Scott was unfortunately the only person that was identified in the incident, so he needed to look his best in hopes of not getting kicked out. He nodded his head at Duncan and Courtney.

"Hey, you two."

"Sup," Duncan said nonchalantly. He kept his focus on whatever show was on the television, something about a group of young adults competing in ridiculous challenges.

"You look beautiful today," Scott said his attention on Courtney. He walked over to her and bent down, giving her a peck on the lips. Duncan moved uncomfortably on the couch as he watched them.

"Thank you, Scott," Courtney replied. Scott stared at her for a moment. Courtney didn't know why, but she knew it was causing her slight panic. His mouth twitched up into a smile.

"You're glowing. How did I get so lucky to call you my girlfriend?"

Courtney forced herself to smile up at him. She didn't say anything, and she didn't dare look in Duncan's direction. Scott went upstairs to his bedroom saying he would be right back. Once he was out of the room Duncan and Courtney both looked at each other.

What had they done?