Authors Note: So this is my first attempt at out right smut. Please note the rating change, if any one is offended by this sort of thing, just don't read it. That being said, I would apreciate honest feedback on this. I know I don't normally ask for reviews, but this is the first time I've done something like this, so, yea. Let me know what worked and what didn't. Thanks to demonbunny7 for the beta, and Ebony10 for the courage to actually post this.

Disclaimer: If they were mine, they would all be institutionalized by now, seriously.

Chapter 5: Friday Morning

Grace pressed her lips to Jane's. It didn't seem to matter how often in the past few days she had kissed him; she never got tired of that tingling warm feeling that spread throughout the body with the first touch of his lips to hers. She moved her lips against his, gently scraping her teeth across his lower lip, pulling it into her mouth and sucking on it slightly. She heard him moan against her mouth and she couldn't help but smile. She loved the reaction she got from him.

She opened her mouth to him, allowing his tongue to enter and battle with hers. She was moving her hands through his hair, never tired of the feel of his smooth locks in her hands. Jane was caressing her face, and Grace moved one of her hands down his back, scraping slightly with her fingers and enjoying Jane's obvious shivers. When she reached the waist band of his jeans, she slowly reached under the hem of his shirt and made the same journey back up with her hands.

She broke off the kiss and began to feather kisses along his jaw line in the same pattern as the night before, knowing that it drove him crazy. She kissed the tender spot behind his ear and smirked slightly at the moan that came from deep in his throat. She could feel his excitement building and decided that she needed to do something about it.

In one quick movement she rolled them both over so that she was now on top, straddling his waist. She gave him one last lingering kiss before sitting upright and looking deep into his eyes. Slightly nervous because she had never done anything quite like this before, she bit her bottom lip and tried to gage his mood from watching him.

After what seemed like hours but was really just a few seconds, she smiled slightly at him and slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head. She placed it gently down next to them on the blanket, knowing that she didn't want to have to go searching for it in the dark. She looked back down at Jane and noticed, that while not smiling per say, he did have a look of pure lust on his face as he looked up at her dressed in only her thin white lacy bra.

He sat there, pinned under her, watching her. Seeing her undressing, and just for him, caused a yearning in him that he hadn't felt in ages. He wanted to touch her so badly, but was afraid of what would happen if he did. There was no place to go here, she wouldn't be able to shut him out, and she wouldn't be able to run away. Until he was sure what she wanted, he wasn't going to do anything he wouldn't be able to stop.

Grace was studding his face, trying to figure out what he was thinking. She could feel his excitement and arousal pressing against her, and knew what he wanted. She knew he was hesitating for her benefit, but tonight she was ready. She reached down and picked up his hands. She studied them; they were soft and smooth. She remembered how they had felt against her skin, and craved that sort of contact with him again.

She kissed the palms of his hands, first his right, then his left, ignoring the thin metal band there, and placed them on her stomach. Almost of their own accord they started inching upwards towards the white lace covering her chest. When he reached the bottom of her bra he paused, his eyes never leaving hers, waiting for her to show him a sign that it wasn't ok. He moved his hands up, cupping her breasts through her bra, the material soft and rough at the same time on his hands. His hands reached around the back, when he didn't see any objection he reached up to unclasp her bra. It had been ages since he had done that, but he still managed to do it with relative ease.

Grace reached up and pulled her bra off her shoulders, placing it with her shirt. Jane drank in the sight of her, sitting there on top of him. A slight breeze was blowing, causing a few stray stands of her hair to blow into her face.

"You're beautiful." He said reaching up and tucking the hair behind her ear. He wondered how he had gotten so lucky; he moved his hands around the back of her neck and pulled her down to him, pressing a kiss to his lips. Grace moved her hands down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt while their tongues battled.

He rocked back and forth gaining momentum so that he could roll her over on to her back. Not removing his lips form hers he pulled off his shirt and threw it in the general direction of her neat pile, not nearly as concerned with having to find them later as she had been.

He broke off the kiss then, moving his lips down her throat, trailing hot wet kisses where he went. He trailed kisses between her breasts, getting close but not actually touching them. He knew it was driving her crazy, but he was enjoying it. She was wiggling beneath him, trying to get his mouth to go where she wanted. She moved her hands up to the sides of his head, grabbing hand fulls of his hair, and attempting to guide his head towards the already erect tip of her breast. He chuckled slightly, a deep and arousing sound at her impatience. This was a very different woman than the one the other night.

Her barely uttered plea finally spurred him into action as he finally let his mouth meet her nipple, tugging on it slightly with his teeth. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to elicit a moan from her. He gently massaged her other breast with his hand, and then switched his attentions. His mouth left her breasts, again trailing kisses down her ribs to her stomach.

There she was squirming again, and he smiled against her stomach. He sat up then, hands resting on the waist of her jeans, looking at her as if asking permission. She nodded her head, and Jane began to unbutton them, not breaking his gaze from hers. He slowly brought the zipper of her pants down.

Grace rolled her eyes at him "If you don't get a move on Patrick, I may just change my mind." She said bucking her hips underneath him, knowing that she was going to get him right where it counted most.

He chuckled slightly at her impatience, who would have guessed? He quickly finished undoing her pants, and pulled them off of her leaving her lying there in just her white lace panties. He smiled; she had worn a matching set, she had planned for this to happen. He was a little more careful with where he placed her pants, he didn't want her losing them. He placed his hands on her hips, slightly nervous, he wasn't sure if he should be doing this, this was Grace, sweet precious Grace.

As if sensing his hesitation, she pulled him down on top of her, kissing his neck, right behind the ear. She reached down between their bodies and undid his pants. She started pushing them off his hips, causing her hips to wiggle underneath him.

"You drive me crazy Grace. How did I get so lucky?" He mumbled, switching positions with her so he could nuzzle her neck. He helped her out, kicking his legs to help remove his pants, not paying attention when they went flying.

Grace could feel his erection in full force now, pressing against her thigh and reached down to cup him through his boxers, stroking him, causing his breath to catch in his throat. He moaned her name and she smiled, knowing that she could be causing his want.

Jane moved his lips to hers kissing her roughly, wanting to show her just what she was doing to him. He pulled away from her, slowly moving to a kneeling position just off to the side of her. Taking her in, "Absolutely beautiful."

Without warning he reached down and laid a hand over her warm sensitive parts. He could feel the warmth radiating from her and reached his hand under the waist band of her panties. His fingers slowly made their way to her core, purposely missing her most sensitive spot, going to rest his hand over her, just leaving it sitting there. Her groan and bucking hips caused his hand to slip, and press against her. Slowly he stoked her, smiling as she shuddered underneath him.

"Patrick" she moaned, "I want my first time with you to be with you." He stopped his stoking, looking at her with slight confusion. He gasped as he felt her hands on him, realizing what she wanted. He smiled at her, quickly pulling his boxers off and tossing them in the general direction of his pants and moved so he was over her.

He began to move towards her, getting ready to enter her, when she placed a hand on his chest. "Wait." She reached out and grabbed her pants where they lay next to them and pulled out a small metal packet. "Always take precautions Patrick."

He smiled at her when she was done, finally allowing her to guide him to her opening. They both gasped when he entered her, it had been such a long time for her, longer for him, and they had both forgot how amazing it could feel. They set a steady rhythm together; she wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked against him to the time of his thrusts.

He could feel himself getting close; he was trying to hold back, not wanting to leave her wanting. He studied her face, noticed the pleasure written across it, and felt her tightening around him. He kept watching as she tensed up, gasping loudly, and it pushed him over the edge. They lay next to each other on the blanket when they had finished, panting and holding each other close.

"So, you won't do it on the sofa, but you'll do it outside?" Jane asked a few minutes later.

"My first time was in the hay field on my boyfriend's farm. It was the Fourth of July and we had been watching the fireworks." She smiled slightly at the memory. "I've had a thing for the wild outdoors ever since."

Jane smiled at her, looking over. "So, we should go camping sometime; spend a whole weekend under the stars."

It was her turn to smile at him. "We should get back, we both have to be to work in-" She looked at her watch, "Less than six hours. Get dressed." She stood and walked over to her neat pile of clothes and re dressed while Jane watched. "Less time leering and more time dressing Patrick." She said, gesturing to his cloths that were strewn around the blanket.

"Hey, you think you could turn the car lights on so that I could see? I think I lost my shirt."