Author's Note: Out of all the songs from this musical, I'd have to say that "Music of the Night" is my favorite. The melody is so beautiful, and the lyrics are so powerful and emotional. It gives me chills every time I hear it.

Quick warning, this chapter contains a spoiler from episode 201. Also, this was my first time ever writing a lemon, so hopefully I did a good job with it.

Because I Love You

Chapter Five: Music of the Night

"Dammit, Mr. Fluffy Kitty!" Cartman shouted as a small black kitten came scampering out into the hallway the second he opened the door to his apartment. Wendy, who was standing behind him, watched as the kitten ran right past both of them and stopped when it reached a wall. It plopped itself down there, its long, fluffy tail moving back and forth. Wendy couldn't help but smile as she walked over to the small animal and crouched down. It meowed softly as she carefully picked it up with both hands, holding it close to her body as she walked back over to Cartman.

"Mr. Fluffy Kitty?" Wendy said with a hint of amusement in her voice as she handed the kitten over to Cartman. He slowly took it from her, putting a hand on top of its head and stroking it lightly.

"Yes," was all he said as he turned his back to her and walked inside. Wendy followed closely behind him, her high heels clacking against the hardwood floor with each step. Cartman flipped on the light switch as he entered his fairly empty and plain-looking apartment. He quickly made his way across the room, stopping near his torn up futon couch. Wendy closed the door behind her and just stood there for a moment, watching quietly as Cartman set the kitten down on the couch and pet its back, mumbling something to it that she couldn't quite make out. The kitten curled itself up, its dark fur blending in with the black couch. And Cartman's long, black coat.

His long, black coat...

"Okay, can I ask you something?" Wendy randomly blurted out, not even stopping to wait for him to reply as she asked, "Why the fuck do you always wear that coat?"

Cartman blinked, his eyebrows furrowing. What? He slowly turned around, giving Wendy a confused look, as though his mind was trying to comprehend the question. He understood her, of course. He wasn't a retard. He just didn't understand why the fuck she was asking him that. Seriously, his coat? Who the fuck gave a shit if he always wore the same coat all the time?

He sauntered over to Wendy, the confused look on his face slowly turning into a fiercer, more intimidating one. He stopped right in front of her, once again leaning in dangerously close to her face. "None of your goddamn business," he said coldly, his eyes flashing with anger.

Then, without any warning, he pushed her roughly into the wall, her back hitting against it with a loud slam. She let out a short groan of pain once she hit it, but he promptly shut her up by covering her mouth with his own. He pressed his lips against hers so abruptly that she immediately choked from the lack of air. He heard the strangled gasp and pulled away for only a moment, allowing her to take a much-needed deep breath before he kissed her again, a little less harshly this time. He pressed his lips deeply into hers, and a few seconds went by before he finally felt her starting to kiss back.

He reached up and slapped his hands against the wall, trapping her in that little corner as the kissing between them was quickly becoming more and more intense. His tongue was now rolling around inside her mouth, licking up her taste. He felt her tongue starting to push back, wrestling his for dominance. She moved it around back and forth, trying to dodge his massive tongue from brushing against hers, though she was losing that battle miserably as he continued twisting and curling his tongue skillfully around hers. He suddenly felt the touch of her cold hands clasp onto his neck, and as she was wrapping her arms around it, he slowly dragged his hands down the wall and moved them onto her body. He ran them all over her torso, trying his best not to miss a single inch. He slid them across her shoulders, down to her breasts, her stomach, moving them far down and then back up again. His hands were pressing into her skin, which was quickly becoming slick with her own sweat.

He could feel her leg sliding up his own as she lifted it off the ground and wrapped it around both of his legs like a snake. He felt her thigh clenching tightly against his hip as she brought her leg up even further until it was slinked perfectly around his waist, trapping him now in her own hold. His heart was racing, practically beating out of his chest as he placed his hands on top of her shoulders. Their heated kissing was gradually softening and slowing down a bit, their upper lips now flush against each other while he started sucking lightly on her bottom lip, just to experiment and tease her. He listened as she moaned sensually into his mouth, the sound causing his hormones to flare up even more.

He had never been so fucking turned on in his life.

Her high-heeled shoe started digging into the side of his leg, rubbing up and down his pants and scraping at his skin beneath the material. He abruptly broke the kiss, his lips tearing away from hers with a loud smack. They were both panting ferociously, their chests heaving in and out. He stared at her, noticing a tiny bit of sweat that was licking at her forehead and glistening on her chest. Without saying a word, he scooped her up in his arms bridal style, carrying her up the stairs that led to his bedroom. Once he was inside, he kicked the door shut and kissed her again, still holding her in his arms. The kiss didn't last very long, though, since she pulled away from him almost instantly.

"Put me down," she demanded, and he did, not because he wanted to, but because he kinda had to, since he could tell by the tone in her voice that she was pretty pissed off. He watched as she straightened out her dress a little bit before locking eyes with him again. "You know," she said as she reached up to cup his face in one of her hands. "I wish you'd fucking shave this thing." She ran her hand across his cheek, growing more annoyed by the prickly feeling of his dark facial hair that scraped against her palm. "I feel like I'm making out with a cactus."

He just stared at her, an incredulous look on his face.

"...And your point is?" he asked as he quickly leaned in, picking up where they left off by forcing his lips on hers again. She rolled her eyes before squeezing them shut, suddenly having no desire to fight with him anymore. Her other hand instinctively came up to cup the other side of his face as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close to him. Their bodies banged together, and a low moan escaped from his throat as the kiss started to deepen.

They broke apart after a while to catch their breaths, both panting noisily as they simultaneously let go of each other. He was staring right at her, and she was staring back at him with a mischievous look on her face. Her mouth was hanging open slightly as she breathed in and out deeply, and her eyes were half-lidded, gleaming like he'd never seen before. She looked like a tiger. A wild, sexy tiger ready to pounce on him and tear him to shreds.

She fucking wanted it. Oh, yeah, she wanted it bad.

And he was going to give it to her. Hard. Because Lady Gaga had it totally fucking right...

And baby when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun.

Oh yeah. It was gonna be rough.

They smirked at each other as they both leaned in, closing their eyes as their lips reattached in another passionate kiss. She could feel his scruffy beard scratching against her face again, although she didn't seem to care about that at all right now as she pushed her lips even deeper into his. Their mouths began harshly opening and closing against each other, when slowly, very slowly, she reached up and placed her hands on top of his broad shoulders. She kept them there for only a moment before deciding to move them down. She grabbed onto the outside of his coat roughly and started pushing it off of him. He brought his hand up and helped her out by pulling the long coat off his arms, letting it to fall to the floor with a soft swish of the fabric. He then slipped his arm around her and placed his hand right on the center of her back, where the zipper of her dress was located. His fingers were trembling as he fumbled with the tiny plastic zipper, but he eventually grasped onto it firmly with his thumb and index finger. He slowly pulled his hand down, the zipper making a low noise as it slid open until it reached the bottom of her dress. He let go, the strap of her dress immediately falling off her shoulder.

She tore her lips away from his again, her hands sliding down his body and stopping when they reached the bottom hem of his long-sleeved red shirt. She tugged on it lightly, looking him right in the eyes, a playful smirk on her face as she carefully started lifting the shirt with both hands. He felt his heart pounding wildly as she lifted it higher and higher, until his entire stomach was exposed. Then, in one fluid motion, she pulled the shirt over his head, his sleeves sliding right off his arms, now exposing his entire upper body. She tossed the shirt onto the floor, her eyes locking onto his bare abs and immediately widening in shock.

Were those...muscles she was looking at?

She tentatively reached out, touching his chest curiously. He shivered when she touched him, her icy cold finger tips running slowly up and down his chest. She played with the wisps of his chest hair, twirling a single slender finger around them before slowly pulling away. Her arm dropped to her side, causing the other strap of her dress to slide off her shoulder and onto her arm.

He looked right at her shoulders, his gaze fixed on her bra straps. He hesitantly put his hands on her waist and started rubbing them up and down, hugging the curves of her body. Her black satin dress was gradually sliding down with the motion, slowly revealing more of her light purple bra. His eyes widened, and he immediately let go of her, his hands shooting back to his own body in an instant. She blinked, a confused look on her face for a moment, but she seemed to get over it as she put her hands on her hips, pushing the dress off herself. His eyes moved downward, watching her small hands, watching as the dress moved off her body, revealing her flat stomach, her tight, perfect legs, and her lacy purple underwear. He felt his heart skip a beat, and he gulped, his eyes nearly popping out of his head as he simply gaped at her half-naked body in amazement.

She was even more gorgeous than he'd imagined.

His eyes followed her as she stepped out of her black dress, leaving it in a crumpled mess on the floor as she bent down to take off her matching black heels. He simply stood there, watching her, completely dumbstruck over how drop-dead fucking sexy she looked, when he suddenly snapped out of his daze and knelt down to take off his shoes as well. Once he was done, he looked back up to see her staring right at him, a mischievous grin on her face. He continued staring at her, mentally preparing himself for all the things he was about to do to her.

She didn't give him much time to think, however, because the next thing he knew, she was aggressively pushing him down onto his bed. His back flopped against it with a soft creak of the mattress, and he watched with wide eyes as she climbed on top of him, straddling his entire lower body with her long legs. He grunted as she leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips without any warning, causing him to let out a stifled moan out of both surprise and pleasure. He clamped his eyes shut and kissed her back with all the strength he had, which wasn't much, since her body was now crushing his, making it harder for him to breathe. His eyes suddenly shot open when he felt her reaching down and groping for his belt. She gripped onto it tightly and started unfastening it as quickly as she could. Her hands undid the links with great skill and ease, all the while her lips never leaving his as she continued kissing him hungrily. She pulled the belt out of the tiny loops on his pants. It glided out so fast that it nearly whipped him as she pulled it off completely and tossed it on the ground with the rest of their discarded clothing.

Once the belt was off, she tore her lips away from his, momentarily focusing all of her attention on getting his pants off. She unbuttoned them and proceeded to start working on the zipper. He felt a rush of blood travel throughout his body, although most of it was traveling further down. Much, much further down. Right at the spot where her hand was currently moving to unzip his zipper. He could feel his pants tightening uncomfortably with the motion, though luckily for him, the pain didn't last long, since the zipper was now entirely undone. He reached down with his own hands, latching onto hers and pushing his pants down along with her. He kicked them to the floor, now wearing nothing but his dark red boxers with dozens of small white hearts designed on them. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as her hands moved back up to rest on top of his chest. She leaned down, her lips forcefully crushing against his again. He could feel himself hardening even more as he licked and nibbled on her lips. Things were really starting to heat up between them, and he was so caught up in the moment that it took him this long to suddenly realize something rather obvious: she was lying on top of him.

'Fuck this,' he thought as he started lifting his head off his pillow, their lips still mashing together as he placed his hands on her shoulders to help pull himself up. She gave in to what he was trying to do, allowing him to flip their positions. He pushed himself down on top of her, smiling against her lips in satisfaction. Oh, yeah. He was the one on top again. Literally. He was the one who was going to be in total control now. There was no way in hell that he was going to let her have anymore control over him. No fucking way. She was his bitch, not the other way around.

He kept his hands on top of her shoulders, squeezing them a bit as he continued moving his lips against hers. The kissing between them was becoming sloppier, their mouths still opening and closing every once in a while and their tongues still pushing at each other, trying to claim dominance. While they were kissing, she couldn't help but wonder why his hands weren't moving anywhere and simply staying on her shoulders. She was expecting his hands to be running up and down her body, touching every part of her. That's how it was with Stan. He knew all the right places to touch her. That was expected, though, since he'd dated her for such a long time and had inevitably become so in tune to her body, just as she had with his.

But this was going to be a completely different experience.

Deciding to help him out, she reached up, carefully placing her hand on top of his. She felt his hand relax itself in hers as she pulled it off her shoulder and brought it lower, guiding it down her body and stopping when she reached her stomach. It took him a few seconds to figure out what the fuck she was doing, but he eventually got the hint and abruptly broke the kiss. They both immediately gasped for air, their eyes locking onto one another as they struggled to breath properly. He stared down at her, right into her beautiful brown eyes, which were sparkling with something that could only be described as lust.

He lowered his head again and began pressing his lips onto her neck. She let out a faint moan as he kissed it several times before moving his mouth a little lower, kissing along the length of her neck as he moved down near her chest. His soft, warm lips pressed all over her body as he continued moving even lower, finally stopping at her stomach. He glanced up at her briefly with a determined look on his face, one that read 'I'm gonna make sure you fucking enjoy this.'

And with that, he bent his head back down, pressing one more light kiss to her stomach before opening his mouth. His moist tongue flicked out against her stomach. He slowly licked it, enjoying the taste of her hot, sweaty skin. He heard her moan again, a bit louder this time, and he internally smirked to himself. 'Oh, yeah, she fucking likes this.' He wanted to keep hearing her moan, since the sound was turning him on that much more. He moved the tip of his tongue across her lower abdomen, where he finally dipped it into her belly button, and the second he did, she let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a high-pitched squeak and a short, quick giggle.

Oh, fuck yes. That was hot.

He continued swirling his tongue around inside her belly button, trying to get her to make that noise again. He felt her body vibrate underneath him as she let out another giggle. He pushed his tongue in deeper, causing her to let out a loud cry of delight. He let out his own deep, stifled moan once he heard it, his open mouth still pressing closely against her skin. Oh, God, he wanted her so fucking badly. He started rubbing his groin against hers, his large fingers trailing up her stomach and onto her chest. Her back arched upward from the touch, her hips pushing back at his. He suddenly lifted his head to look up at her again. She looked down at him, her eyes meeting his for only a moment before they traveled down even further to gape at the tent he was currently pitching in his boxers. Her eyes flashed back up to meet his gaze.

"Take them off," she commanded in a seductive tone.

He stared at her for a few seconds, dead silent and completely motionless, an inquisitive look forming on his face. He abruptly sat up then, narrowing his eyes at her.

"You first," he said, reaching down to give her bra strap a teasing pull. It flung back to her chest noisily as he let go of it.

She sat up without any hesitation, her hands immediately reaching around behind her back. She looked him right in the eyes, not wanting to miss the look on his face for a second as she unhooked her bra, the straps loosening around her shoulders. She pulled one arm out of the strap, followed by the other, switching hands in the process in order to hold the cups up to keep her breasts covered. She didn't take her eyes off of him as she slowly took the bra away, finally exposing her breasts as she threw her bra carelessly on the floor. She smirked as she watched his eyes instantly drop to stare at her naked chest.

He wasted no time in reaching out to grab one of her small, supple breasts in his large hand. She didn't flinch, or move, or even try to stop him at all as he squeezed it in between his fingers, the soft, squishy feeling of the fleshy skin making him feel even hornier than he already was. He started kneading her breast in his hand like dough, moving himself closer to her and placing his free hand on top of her other breast. He pressed his hand against it, applying more and more pressure as he moved in even closer. He didn't bother looking up at her to seek some kind of permission – seriously, fuck that; he didn't need this bitch's goddamn permission – as he removed his hand and bent his head down, taking her breast into his mouth. His tongue shot out, brushing over her nipple only once before he brought it back into his mouth. He started sucking on her nipple, listening to her as she let out that sexy squeal again.

He used his fingers to massage her other breast. His thumb traced the sensitive skin around her nipple, making circular motions, all the while he was still sucking on her nipple, a bit harder now. She felt goose bumps arise over her skin as his fingers lightly grazed over her erect light pink nipple. Then, without any warning whatsoever, he bit down hard on the tip of her nipple with his teeth, causing her to let out a deafening scream out of both pleasure and pain.

"AHHHH, w-what the FUCK?" she stuttered, his hand still tickling her other nipple. "You...ahh–AAAAH!" she howled as he roughly pinched that same nipple. "You fucking asshole!"

His mouth was still pressed against her breast as he gave her nipple one last affectionate stroke with his tongue before finally pulling himself away from her. He moved his head back up to meet her at eye level as he brought his hands back down to his sides.

"Oh, what?" he asked mockingly, an evil smirk growing on his face. "Did I hurt you?"

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it in a drawn out sigh. She had an annoyed look on her face, her eyebrows low and her mouth in a harsh frown as she reached up with one hand, cautiously touching her sore nipple. She closed her eyes, wincing at the throbbing pain and releasing a short hiss from her lips. She opened her eyes, fixing them on him, the frown on her face somehow turning into a smirk.

"Actually..." she started, that same hand reaching out and snaking around his neck as she pulled him in close. He felt his stomach flutter uncomfortably as she moved her mouth dangerously close to his ear. "I kinda liked it," she whispered seductively, her breath, hot and bothersome, hitting against his ear and sending a sharp chill down his spine.

Oh, fuck.

She placed her other hand on top of his hairy, muscular chest and slid it across one of his nipples teasingly. She moved her hand further sideways until it momentarily landed on one of his biceps. She stopped there, her curiosity suddenly getting the better of her as she gave his bicep a strong squeeze. It felt like a rock, having no resistance whatsoever against her slim fingers. She looked up at him, finding herself unable to take her hand off his bicep.

"Have you been working out?" she asked point-blank.

At that exact moment, he swore he felt his heart stop beating.

She...actually fucking noticed?

He desperately tried to maintain his composure, swallowing hard as he felt his mouth go completely dry. He sheepishly nodded his head in response, finding it impossible to actually speak.

She just kept staring at him with an astounded look on her face, unsure if she should be impressed or shocked, since she was pretty much feeling both. She slowly brought her hand back to the center of his chest and gradually began running it down his body, working her way down his stomach, down his lower abdomen, and finally stopping right at the hem of his boxers. Her eyes flickered up at him briefly before falling back down again. Without saying a word, she slid her hand past the waistband of his boxers, dipping it right inside them and grasping hungrily at his manhood.

"AHHH, FUCK, WENDY!" he shouted, completely unready for her bold touch as his hips jumped up into her hand on their own accord.

She smirked as she curled her fingers around his erection, slowly gliding her hand upward, stroking along the length of his shaft. He tried to restrain himself from letting out a long, obnoxious moan, but it was no use. He moaned rather loudly, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head as her hand started rubbing him up and down ever so slowly, teasing the fuck out of him.

Mother. Fucker!

It felt so fucking good. And it was only her fucking hand.

She gave him one last unbelievably long, pleasurable stroke before pulling her hand out of his boxers.

"You liked that?" she asked mischievously, staring at him with the sexiest look on her face that he'd ever fucking seen in his entire life.

That was it. He couldn't control himself any longer. He had to have her now. Acting out on his utmost desire, he gripped onto her panties with both hands, not even stopping to think as he yanked them down in one full swoop. He quickly pulled them off her legs and tossed them somewhere behind him, a rush of adrenaline kicking in as he pushed her back down onto his bed. He looked at her entrance for a split-second before slipping his thick finger right into her, the action earning a loud yelp from her as he immediately began sliding his finger back and forth inside her.

"AAAAAHH! Oh, God, FUCK!" she screamed, her hands reaching up to clutch fistfuls of his messy brown hair.

He started moving his finger up and down more vigorously, pumping it in and out. He could feel her tight, wet walls clenching around his finger as he pushed it in deeper, trying to find her sensitive spot. She let out a powerful, dragged out moan as he added another finger, pushing it in deeply to meet his other one. His other hand slid in between her legs, playfully massaging one of her inner thighs. Her back arched up off the bed as she moaned again.

"Oh, GOD!" she shouted uncontrollably, pulling on his hair even harder as he continued to finger her energetically. She was writhing and squirming beneath him, desperately trying to hold herself together, but it was no use. She couldn't take it anymore. "Ah–AHH! Shit, Cartman, just fuck me already!"

He immediately stopped what he was doing, eyes blinking up to look at her as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. She took that as an opportunity to let go of his hair and throw her hands onto his boxers, pushing them off of him as far down as she physically could before he had to do the rest. She watched intently as he pulled the boxers off his legs, grabbed them with one hand, and threw them forcefully across the room. She gazed down at his member and instantly felt her heart leap up to her throat.

He was bigger than Stan.

Her heart was pumping wildly in her chest as she gawked at him in sheer astonishment. It was her first time ever seeing another man's penis before. Up until this point, she had only seen Stan's. She had seen his so many times that seeing someone else's was enough to make her feel a bit nervous and uneasy. She tried her best not to appear freaked out by it, though, as she hesitantly touched him again, eliciting a faint moan out of him as she ran her hand gingerly up his length. She could feel herself beginning to relax as all of her thoughts seemed to melt away until she was focusing on one thing and one thing only.

"Come on," she breathed, her eyes darkening with lust as they shot up to look at him. "Do it."

He blinked, eyes immediately darting away to avoid her gaze. "I-I, uh..." he stammered nervously, feeling his face getting hotter. He mentally slapped himself. 'Fuck!'

She stared up at him with a confused look on her face. "What?" she asked, her patience running thin. "What the hell are you waiting for? You make it seem like you've never had sex before."

He froze.

Fucking.

Bitch.

There it was. There it fucking was. He was hoping this whole time that she wouldn't figure it out, hoping that she wouldn't be smart enough to notice, but who the fuck was he kidding? She was such a smart bitch. Of course she'd figure it out.

He was so completely taken aback that he didn't say anything, but he didn't even have to. The fearful look on his face said it all. She raised her eyebrows.

"Shut the fuck up. You're a virgin?" she asked in disbelief.

He continued staring at her with that same look, unsure how to answer. Should he just deny it? That would definitely be the easy way out, but it still seemed like a pretty risky thing to do, especially considering the fact that he was taking so motherfucking long to answer her. Should he just...tell her the truth?

Apparently, though, he didn't have to say anything at all, because the next thing he knew, she leaned forward and captured his lips with her own in the warmest, softest kiss they'd ever shared thus far. He felt a tingle in his stomach, hundreds of butterflies erupting inside of it and fluttering all about as he slowly closed his eyes and started returning the gentle kiss. He could feel her arms wrapping around his neck loosely, her hands running through his hair as she slowly started pulling him back down. And as she did, he couldn't help but realize something that scared the living shit out of him.

He was surrendering all of his power in that kiss.

That was it. There was no turning back now. He was completely vulnerable, and she fucking knew it. He knew she fucking knew it. But for some reason, with the way she was kissing him right now, with so much warmth and tenderness, and the way her slender fingers were carefully threading themselves into his hair, and the feeling of her silky smooth leg rubbing up against the side of his stomach, and their bodies pressing so closely together, creating such intense heat between them...

It all felt so fucking perfect. He didn't even care about anything else. All he cared about was her.

Just her.

Just now.

He felt one of her hands starting to travel down his back, her fingernails lightly tickling his moist skin. He slowly pulled his lips away from hers, breaking their intimate kiss. He stared down at her for a moment, his thoughts racing all over the place and his heart pounding in his chest nervously. He was contemplating what to do, his nerves just building up more and more with each thought, but his mind suddenly went completely and utterly blank when she smiled at him. It wasn't a sexy grin. Or a mischievous smirk. It was just a soft, reassuring smile, one that seemed to give him the confidence he so desperately needed. He positioned himself in front of her then, looking down and holding his breath as he slowly entered her, and when he did, he was instantly struck with an overwhelming feeling of pleasure. He exhaled the long breath he was holding in, somehow turning it into a moan as he pushed himself in little by little until he was fully inside her. He was completely still for a second, his mind trying to grasp onto the fact that this was truly, honest-to-God, actually fucking happening. After all these years of obsessing over her, wanting her, fantasizing, dreaming, pining...it was finally, finally fucking happening.

Eric Cartman was having sex with Wendy Testaburger.

He snapped out of his thoughts, immediately bringing himself back to reality as he thrust into her for the very first time, short and hard, causing her to let out a loud cry.

"AHHHHH, YES!" she screamed.

He began thrusting in deeper, his hips grinding against hers a bit awkwardly at first. It took him a few thrusts before he slowly but surely started to find his rhythm, her low moans encouraging him and giving him more confidence. He could feel her hips grinding right back, meeting his every thrust. They matched up perfectly, his hips on hers, creating an intense friction between them that was quickly making his body start to burn up. He continued thrusting into her, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of her until he was as deep as he could possibly go.

"Ah–AHHH! Harder!" she cried.

He complied, pushing into her more vigorously. He could feel her walls tightening around him as he pushed into her even harder, rapidly sliding himself back and forth inside her. His senses were so overwhelmed, his heart beating faster than it ever had before in his entire life. He just kept pushing into her with more and more force behind each thrust. He was so caught up in what he was doing that he was only vaguely aware of just how hard she was panting now. She was bouncing underneath him, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands grasping for his bed sheets.

"Mmmmm...ohhhh! Yes! Oh, God, YES! Come on, faster!" she begged, her hands now tightly clutching the sheets.

He sped up his rhythm, the bed making an annoying creak with each thrust as he kept getting faster and faster. He was staring right at her now, an occasional low grunt escaping his lips as he pushed into her more and more. He could feel sweat collecting on his forehead, and he swallowed hard, keeping his focus solely on her, and not on the fact that his entire body felt like it was on fire. The intense heat and friction just kept increasing more and more with each one of his deep thrusts, and it all felt so unbelievably fucking awesome. He breathed out, a smug feeling suddenly washing over him as she threw her head back in ecstasy and moaned loudly.

"OH, OH, AHHHHH! YES, CARTMAN, YES!" she screamed. Her hands let go of the sheets and came up to claw at his back with her perfectly manicured fingernails as he continued thrusting into her, harder and harder with each moan she let out. He knew she wanted more, and he gave it to her with yet another deep, forceful thrust. Her long, sharp fingernails started scratching his sweat-soaked skin, sending another rush of blood throughout his whole body. He could feel himself getting close. It was going to happen any second now. He pushed into her even harder than before, causing her to let out the loudest moan of the night.

"Ohhhhh, FUCK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, officially reaching her limit. "Yes, Yes, YES! AAAAAHHHH! ERIC!"

That loud, overwhelming cry of pleasure finally did it for him. He climaxed, letting out a ridiculously long moan of intense and ultimate pleasure as his seed shot out, spilling itself inside her. His entire body started to convulse harshly as his orgasm was wearing out. He felt one final twitch of his nether region, and then it was done. He was limp again. He pulled himself out of her, collapsing right next to her on the bed. His heart was racing a mile a minute, pounding against his chest like a fucking drum. They were both breathing in and out ferociously, as if they'd never breathed before.

He turned his head to look at her, his eyes gleaming with love and lust and passion and everything in between.

"You..." he breathed, taking a few deep breaths and exhaling them all loudly. His lips were slowly curving into a devilish smirk as he continued, "...called me Eric."

She returned the look, her eyes half-lidded as she heavily breathed in and out. "I knew you'd like that," she said huskily.

He felt his heart flip inside his chest. Oh, she was good. Really good. Very fucking clever.

He watched as she reached out with one hand and gently placed it on top of his arm. "So..." she began, her index and middle finger slowly walking up his arm, poking him with her fingernails. She stopped once she reached his shoulder, spreading her fingers open and resting her hand there. "...how was that for your first time, hmm?" she asked flirtatiously.

'Fucking amazing,' he felt the urge to say.

But instead, he answered her by leaning in towards her and catching her lips in a long kiss. She kissed him back deeply, her hand gently caressing his cheek and slowly rubbing it up and down. Oh, God, if she knew just how fucking good she was making him feel right now...

He was elated. The happiest he'd ever felt.

All because of her.

They slowly separated, and as they opened their eyes, he couldn't help but smile at her. Shit, he was so fucking whipped. It was so totally pathetic; he was fully aware of that, and yet he honestly didn't even care. He pulled her closer to him, loving the feeling of her bare chest pressing against his. They both started closing their eyes again, the severe exhaustion of their bodies finally hitting them.

"My mom gave me that coat," he said suddenly, causing her to blink her eyes back open in confusion. She tilted her head up to look at him, but he kept his eyes closed.

"What?" she asked.

"It was the last thing she gave me," he continued as if she hadn't even said anything, "before she fucking died."

She furrowed her eyebrows, staring at him intently despite the fact that his eyes were still closed. "...Your mom died?"

He nodded his head slightly. "Three years ago."

There was a brief pause.

"My dad died."

His eyes instantly snapped open then.

"The fuck?" he asked, sounding surprised. "When?"

"Last year," she answered.

There was another brief pause.

"How?"

"Cancer," she replied simply.

"Ah," he said as he started to close his eyes again. "That sucks."

"Yeah," she agreed, lowering her head back down. "What about your mom?"

"AIDS."

"Ah," she said, closing her eyes as well. A faint smile made its way across her lips. "That sucks."

He smiled, too. "Yeah, well...she was a total slut, so...I guess it was bound to happen eventually," he said as he slowly wrapped his arm around her body, similar to the way Stan had done earlier that morning. Only this felt a lot different. It definitely wasn't as gentle, but...

It felt so unbelievably fucking warm.

She reached up, tangling her fingers into his soft, wild hair. He felt her stroking and pulling on the thin strands lightly, running her fingers back and forth, when after a while, her hand stopped moving. He was sure she'd fallen asleep then, but was surprised when he heard her make a small noise.

"Do you miss her?" she asked softly.

He became quiet after that, his smile fading as a familiar painful feeling hit him right in the chest. There was a strange awkward shift in the mood then, one that briefly had her wishing that she hadn't just asked that question. He eventually spoke up, though, his voice so quiet that she almost missed it.

"Yes."

And that was it. Nothing else. It was such a simple answer, and yet somehow, that single word told her so much.

"I miss my dad, too," she admitted in an equally meek voice.

He drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, the warm air brushing against her cheek.

"Well..." he said, following with a long pause. He didn't exactly have much experience when it came to comforting people. "...at least you didn't grind your own father into chili and feed him to your half-brother."

She let out a soft laugh, her smile widening as she slid her hand down from his head and onto his neck. Her other arm came up to slink perfectly around his neck.

"Goodnight," Wendy whispered.

"Mmmm...goodnight," Cartman whispered back drowsily. He suddenly felt his heart flutter inside his chest. 'I love you,' he thought just as he drifted off to a peaceful sleep.