Chapter 16 Let's talk about Sex
Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer - this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute and the Makah that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.
Thanks to BanSidhe for betaing.
Seth and Rose were getting hot and heavy in her bedroom one afternoon. Clearly he had a wide definition of baby sitting. He had no shirt on as usual, and while she seemed more than happy to take advantage of his shirtless state, any time he tried to get her the same way, she resisted. Seth was attempting to slide his hand into her panties when Rose's whole body locked up on him. She was so stiff and nervous, he stopped.
"Rose? What's the matter?" he asked as he kissed down the side of her neck.
"I… I don't know how to say it… I've never done this before Seth," she looked mortified to admit it to him.
"You haven't…" he smiled at her, "… really?"
"You have, I suppose?" she asked.
"Yeah…" He was a little doubtful about how she would take that admission.
She sounded kind of grumpy. It was pretty obvious from the way they were both behaving, but sometimes you never could tell how people took the truth.
"But you're only seventeen too," she pointed out.
He resisted the urge to point out to her that things were often different for boys. "But I don't look seventeen and I have looked like this since I was fifteen," he told her seriously.
"What? You had an early growth spurt?"
He almost snorted. "Something like that," he replied enigmatically.
"Oh… OH… fifteen? Seriously… isn't there a law against that?"
Seth laughed. "I suppose it is underage for Washington State but I didn't look fifteen years old," he gestured at his body.
"You don't look seventeen now," complained Rose.
He looked almost pleased for a second. "And nobody ever complained … you know… about my performance." He tried kissing her neck again, but she wouldn't be distracted.
"So you didn't look fifteen and you didn't act it either," she checked.
"Exactly!"
"So I suppose that means you know what you are doing?"
"I can look after you properly, Rose," his voice dropped to a lower register.
It made her shiver, but she wouldn't be dissuaded from her questions.
"So how many women have you slept with?" she asked.
"Jesus, Rose, you never ask that question!"
"Why not?"
He sighed. He thought about how to answer that one. "If it is not many, then you look like you are hopeless and inexperienced. And if it is too many, you look like a slut and the real problem is that everyone has a different number for what they think is too many… for some people it could be just one person," he explained. "And just to make it worse, it seems to be different for men and women."
"Oh," she said, "I suppose I can understand that."
He tried kissing her neck again and feeling her breast.
"So you are not going to tell me?" she persisted.
"Nope. No good could come from it," he stated.
"Humph," she grunted.
He pulled her onto his lap so that she sat astride him. Her hands flapped for a second before settling nervously on his naked chest. He frowned at her. "Rose, have you ever had a boyfriend before?" he asked. "You know a kissing all afternoon kind of boyfriend, not just a hand holding at school one?"
She didn't answer him but just looked embarrassed.
"So you have never made out before?"
She shook her head.
"Right," he said. "So we will go at your pace." He lay back on her bed and folded his arms flat on the bed above his head; he knew it made his biceps look twice their size and expanded his chest. He kept his feet flat on the floor. He shut his eyes and looked like he could go to sleep right where he was. "Off you go," he encouraged her.
She made a nervous squeak noise before she managed to speak, "What?"
"You can do whatever you want," he offered.
"What?" she managed again.
"I'm yours," he stated, "…to touch… kiss… pinch… suck…whatever you want." He heard her inhale sharply at that. At least he had put the thought into her head. "Do whatever you want… and do it at your own pace… I'll wait for you."
There was silence. He kept his eyes shut. He could hear her breathing and she hadn't run away, so that was a good start. He moved a tiny bit, as if he was making himself a little more comfortable on the bed. He breathed out heavily through his mouth and inhaled slowly through his nose. He could smell her. He had to concentrate so hard to not crack a stiffy under her. She would probably run a mile. He started making lists in his head of all the people who lived on the reservation. Anything to get himself under control.
Her hands were still resting on his chest. Her fingers brushed at his skin, so gently. He could almost feel where she was looking; her glance had weight. She brushed across his pecs and her hand made its way slowly down to run across his abs. Lucky he wasn't ticklish.
He felt her body shift as she leant forward a little. She had both hands on him now; they slid up from his stomach, up towards his shoulders. They rested by his collarbones and felt along his collar bone and out towards his shoulders. Her hands traced up the inside of each arm and out to his splayed elbows. She probably didn't realise how she pressed against his lower body when her weight shifted like that. He emitted a low sigh.
She slid her hands from his elbows, down his lower arms. She was holding his wrists in her hands, leaning in towards his face now and her lips brushed his. It took every ounce of resolve he possessed not to grab her and not to do anything. He let her kiss him. He felt oddly restrained by her gentle touch.
She moved to kiss his chin. He smiled when she brushed her lips over his Adam's apple, and he lifted his chin a little so she had better access to his neck.
"You smell… really good," she whispered.
He smiled again. Her nose was buried under his ear somewhere. "I do?" he asked quietly.
"You smell like the forest… the whole forest," she breathed.
Oh Man. He was going to lose it if she kept talking like that. "Kiss me," he instructed.
She did and he opened his mouth the tiniest bit. She took the invitation and the kiss deepened. She moaned into his mouth. His hand crept up and locked onto the nape of her neck, holding her right where she was.
"Oh, Seth," she moaned. All the resistance went out of her and her whole body pressed down on him as if she couldn't stand to be a millimeter away from him. Wow, she was a natural.
However, he knew now, to let her go at her own pace, so he kept his hands to himself. She was literally on top, it was important that she felt like she had the control. He drew his head back from the kiss and returned his hands to the bed above him. He couldn't resist a body adjustment that was half flex, half stretch; a curiously feline movement. It drew her attention back to his body and that was what he wanted.
Her face moved to his chest and she kissed her way down to his pecs. She hesitated but he didn't move, just concentrated on breathing evenly. He closed his eyes and he felt her lips brush his nipple. It hardened instantly and she made a small noise of surprise as if she didn't know guys could do that.
He couldn't help a small twitch as her lips closed around that taut nipple and she sucked at it.
Her other hand moved, brushing over his now hypersensitive skin. He thought he knew where it was going, but he still tensed as her delicate fingers traced their way over to pinch the other nipple. He moaned; a wordless noise of need and desire.
He was losing his hold on his self-control. He could feel himself growing stiff and hard under her. She sat up quickly and he prayed she wouldn't run. She must be able to feel it. He let all his desire and need for her spill into his eyes.
She looked at his face and just for a second he saw something in her eyes he couldn't identify until later. It was a dash of triumph. She had done this to him. She was proud of herself.
He made a noise that sounded like a groan of disappointment and the look fled from her face. He raised himself up to his elbows and said, "School bus; George is home."
She looked down at his flexed abs and sighed.
He grinned at her. "Next time youare taking your shirt off," he told her.
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