Merry (3 days until) Christmas! Here is my gift to you guys! I hope you enjoy it! I do plan on continuing this, so please let me know what you would like to see in the future. I will take all suggestions into consideration. Happy reading!
The day could not have been longer. All that Nudge wanted to do was to climb back in bed with Iggy and further explore the things she had been missing out on the past sixteen years of her life. She had more questions, of course, but she was looking forward to Iggy's answers more than anything. Nudge couldn't shake the image of Iggy writhing under her mouth when she returned his favor, and it only made her want to be with him more.
Iggy had Nudge on his mind since the moment he woke up. She wasn't as subtle as she thought she was during the day with her 'accidental' grazes against his crotch or when she got 'cold' and needed to share the blanket with him on the couch, pushing her breasts against his chest. The Flock was totally oblivious, but it drove Iggy wild. He remained in a half-boner state all day, and it would take less than one rightly-worded sentence on Nudge's part to get him fully riled up.
That sentence came bursting through his door at midnight.
"I have more questions." Nudge said as she darted into Iggy's room, attacking him instantly with kisses. Iggy assumed that they were somewhat of a thing now, and to be completely honest, he had been hoping on an outcome like such for quite some time.
"I can't wait to answer them." He smirked, pulling Nudge onto his lap.
"I don't know if you can answer the first one. It's personal." Nudge confessed, nervous about further opening up to Iggy. She didn't want to keep anything from him, and was hoping that he'd share the same views, but her first question may better suit a person of her same sex.
"That's okay, Nudge. I just don't want you to feel self-conscious around me. I won't judge you on any question that you choose to ask or not to ask me." Iggy comforted, stroking her bare arm.
"It was just that- this morning- I was thinking about the stuff that we did last night." She started. Iggy started to get really worried. She wasn't having regrets, was she? Did she feel like he had taken advantage of her? Oh god, what if she hated him?
"The more and more I relayed our actions, the wetter my underwear got. Like it felt like I peed myself, and I had to change like twice. Do you know what that is about?" Nudge asked timidly, scared that he'd tell her that it was one of the signs of cancer, or worse, pregnancy.
Iggy laughed, then felt incredibly self-righteous. He had done that to her without even a touch, and man did that bring him pride.
"Nudge, remember how you asked me about boners yesterday?" Iggy replied.
"Yes."
"I should've told you the female equivalent, that was my bad. In the same circumstances that a guy gets hard, a girl, such as yourself, gets wet. This serves as a lubrication to make it easier for the actual sex to happen."
"You mean I was horny? All day?" Nudge half-giggled. "You did this to me! If you weren't such a tease!" Nudge joked, leaning in closer to the older boy.
"I'm the tease? Who was the one playing with my self control all day? Nudge, I was ready to bone you in the kitchen in front of everybody at one point." Iggy retaliated, starting to inch up her t-shirt.
Nudge somehow found this hilarious.
"I know that I wasn't the only aroused one today! I saw your pants perk up when I walked by you." Nudge accused, resting her hands on his lower abdomen. Iggy didn't even try to mentally deflate his growing erection.
"This only further proves that you are the tease." Iggy taunted, the shirt in his grasp now above Nudge's exposed breasts. The lack of material he felt between the shirt and her bare skin revealed she wasn't wearing anything else underneath.
"I have a question for you." Iggy stated, allowing the pair to briefly switch roles.
"Oh this ought to be good. Go on." Nudge encouraged.
"Do you have something against bras?" Iggy inquired, lifting Nudge's shirt completely off her body.
"What?" Nudge responded, confused more than anything at his question.
"I mean, you have rather large breasts, and I know that girls wear bras to support their boobs. So why don't you?" Iggy elaborated.
"I wear bras you dumbie!" Nudge chuckled, punching him lightly on the arm.
"You aren't wearing one now, and you weren't wearing one last night. I didn't mean to offend you, I was just curious. I'm not complaining though, it makes things... simpler." Iggy defended himself. Nudge rolled her eyes, knowing that he couldn't see it. Boys are morons.
"Iggy, girls don't wear bras to sleep!" Nudge exclaimed, giggling to herself. She suddenly felt a lot better about the stupidity of some of her questions.
"Oh" was Iggy's only reply.
"Do you have anymore questions that I need to answer?" Nudge joked, enjoying her momentary role as the teacher.
"No, but I'm sure you do." Iggy kidded.
"Are you a virgin?" Nudge asked tentatively, being blunt and changing the subject of her questions. She knew it was personal, but she was curious.
"Yes." Iggy answered timidly. Who else would he be handing over his v-card to anyway? Max was clearly off limits, trying to make a move on Angel was immoral and likely illegal, he'd have to brush up on his statutory rape facts to verify, and it was just plain disgusting. Gazzy wasn't exactly his type either. No normal teenage girl in the right mind would want to shack up with him, wings and all, and he only came in contact with one on rare occasions to begin with.
"Oh. Nevermind then." Nudge replied, starting to draw lazy circles above the waistband of his sweatpants.
"No, ask your question." Iggy pushed.
"Okay... Do you know what the difference is between having sex and making love?" Nudge asked hesitantly.
Iggy leaned in to kiss her again. This was another curiosity of Nudge's that was best sated by showing her.
"Sex," He said between kisses, "Is just connecting the parts and pleasuring each other."
He flipped Nudge underneath him and slid down her pajama pants, leaving her in just simple bikini-cut panties. "But making love, that's about proving your love and devotion to the other person through physical actions." he answered, sensually stroking her hips.
"Do you love me?" Nudge pondered aloud, not knowing exactly what to expect. They had only been in a relationship for twenty-four hours after all. Sure, they were flirty and all before then, and Nudge has had a crush on Iggy since she was eleven, but there was no way of knowing how he felt towards her.
"Nudge, I've been madly in love with you for the longest time, I've just always been afraid to tell you. I didn't think that you could ever feel the same way about me because of my eyes. I can never give you everything you deserve in a relationship." Iggy admitted solemnly, completely exposing his vulnerability to her for the first time.
Nudge rolled over to gain the upper hand, gently straddling his waist before her reply. "Iggy, I love you. More than just a flockmate or a brother or even a friend. I love you with or without your sight, so please, shut up and make love to me!" Nudge ordered, dominating the foreplay for a short while.
She didn't give him time to reply before she smashed her lips into his, grinding her pantie-clad womanhood against her lover's growing erection. He groaned into their kiss, turning Nudge on even more, and distracting her just long enough for Iggy to reclaim dominance.
"Tonight is about you, Nudge. And I don't want to hurt you, so are you positive about this?" Iggy asked, holding himself back from jack-hammering into her.
"You're not going to hurt me, silly! I'm sure!" Nudge replied, dipping her hand past the waistband of Iggy's sweats.
"Wait, wait, wait. Time out," Iggy halted, feeling Nudge's hand retract completely. "Nudge, do you not know what happens when a girl has sex for the first time?" Iggy asked, mentally formulating how to break the news to the girl writhing underneath him.
"She loses her virginity?" Nudge guessed, not seeing where Iggy was going with this.
"Nudge, their hymen breaks, which supposedly hurts. A lot. I don't want to do that to you, causing you pain."
"I'm not a foreigner to pain, Iggy. What a normal girl calls agony I call a faint sting. I'm sure about this. I love you."
There was no more hesitation, no more doubt. Iggy planted tender kisses across Nudge's heated body before kissing her once over the cotton of her panties, feeling her wetness press against his lips.
"I haven't even touched you." Iggy mumbled to himself, a smile breaking out on his face. Nudge seemed to have heard his comment and smiled too.
Iggy stripped off his sweatpants himself, leaving the thin material of his plaid boxers the only barrier between Nudge's smooth skin and his massive hard-on. Nudge extended her arm to greet Iggy's eager member, but Iggy's hand gently pushed it away, pinning her to the pillows beneath.
"I will tie you down if need be." Iggy hustled, cupping his lover's ass and giving it a gentle squeeze, extracting a quiet yelp.
As much as Iggy's proposition entranced the mocha girl, she wanted her hands free for the night. There would always be others, after all.
Iggy's hands once again found their place in between Nudge's legs, this time manuevering their way under her drenched panties. Nudge bit her lip to suppress the noises escaping her throat, muting it to everybody minus their creator.
"You make the hottest sounds." Iggy husked before pushing Nudge's underwear over her knees, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. And believe him, Nudge was flexible to say the least.
Nudge kicked the panties ruined by her arousal off the bed, whipping her head back as she felt Iggy's moist lips planting kisses up her inner thighs. But surely he wouldn't kiss her... there.
A full-volumed moan broke free as Iggy's hot mouth made contact with Nudge's most private regions. Nudge slapped her hand over her mouth to prevent future ones from escaping, but her body seemed to betray her. Her lover gently caressed the little bundle of nerves atop her womanhood with his tongue, igniting her body with a growing flame.
The pool of moisture around Nudge's inner thighs only grew, and sensing this, Iggy pulled away, stepping out of his boxers. Nudge was ready, physically at the very least. Nudge realized what his retraction meant, and nerves started getting the best of her. Sex, actual sex, or making love in Iggy's terms, was the big black hole that started this whole infatuation with the adult world. Sex, this obscure concept that was portrayed as dirty and wrong when it occurred between a premarital couple. Beyond words, Nudge didn't know the true meaning of sexual intercourse.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Iggy asked, fumbling for an object in the third drawer of his nightstand.
"Yes. I want this. I want you." Nudge replied, knowing Iggy was the perfect answer to all of her questions. He'd be gentle and slow with her. He'd be perfect.
"You have me." Iggy replied, using his sense of touch to open a small square package and slide a rubber glove over his throbbing member. It was condom, Nudge realized.
"Fang won't even know these are missing." Iggy chuckled, referring to the condoms he had stolen from Fang. He paused for a second, giving Nudge the chance to take a breath before lining himself up with Nudge's entrance, with her help.
Both lovers sucked in a breath as Iggy's tip gently pushed into Nudge, moving two inches in before a barrier was met.
"I have to break the skin, Nudge." Iggy stated in regret, knowing that he'd be the cause for his younger flock mate's pain. It would be selfish of him to hurt her for the purposes of his own pleasure.
"Do it, Iggy. I want you to be the one." Nudge reassured, stroking his cheek.
"Hold your breath. The pain will fade, I promise." Iggy instructed before thrusting his pelvis into her's, breaking through the previous barrier. He stilled his body completely as he held onto Nudge, trying to access her current state.
Nudge bit into her cheek as she felt her innocence snap, tasting blood on her tongue. She wouldn't cry, she was tougher than that. The searing between her legs was uncomfortable, but bearable. She had been through much, much worse after all.
Nudge sensed Iggy pause inside of her, and she knew how much he was holding back. The burning sensation was still there, but she would get over it.
"Please move, Iggy. I'm fine." Nudge whispered, realizing that she had balled the bed sheets into her fists.
"Are you in pain? Nudge, we can stop, you know." Iggy offered, though Nudge knew it was the opposite of what they both wanted.
"Stop being so nice and show me what making love feels like!" Nudge demanded, grabbing Iggy's lower back as encouragement.
He didn't need any more reassurance than that, putting her words into actions. Thrust after thrust, he went deeper into the tight passage of his lover. And thrust after thrust, another force became apparent, taking precedence over Nudge's pain.
Nudge could feel another connection between them, one other than the obvious physical one. Love. With every slow movement inside of her, with every withdrawal of Iggy's hips and their following return, Nudge fell more and more in love with the boy on top of her.
But yet, she wanted more. She wanted to feel more of him, every inch of him to be exact. She wanted him to fill her completely, to make her feel whole.
"More." Nudge moaned softly, barely audible to even the blind boy's sensitive ears.
Iggy complied, picking up his pace. He gripped Nudge's hips for support as he plowed into her with all he had, letting the animal inside of him takeover. Nudge was so warm, so wet, so tight. Nudge was absolutely perfect.
"Iggy" Nudge gasped, arching her back in pleasure. Iggy felt Nudge tighten around her, knowing that she was near the edge. He dropped one of his hands in between Nudge's legs, right above the point of their connection.
"I'm- I'm, ah!" Nudge moaned into her palm, though it did practically nothing to lower the volume. Iggy's name slipped her lips countless times as she reached her peak, dragging Iggy along with her.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed on the mocha girl before she could bring herself to open her eyes, not even remembering when she had closed them. Her breathing shortly became more regular, and she turned to face the reason of her ecstasy.
"That was perfect." Nudge whispered, burying her head into the bare chest of her lover. Iggy started to pull out, receiving a disappointed whisper from the girl of his dreams. Nudge felt empty without him inside of her.
Iggy peeled the used rubber off his softening member and stashed it into a sock in one of his drawers, making a mental note to properly dispose of it later. He journeyed back into bed, wrapping his arms protectively around Nudge.
"I love you." Iggy spoke, his voice like velvet. He kissed the forehead of his lover, gently stroking the spot right beneath her wings.
"I love you too." Nudge replied, planting a kiss on the blond boy's collarbone.
Minutes of calming silence commenced before the pair drifted to sleep, their limbs hopelessly entwined. When Nudge awoke in the morning, trapped in the arms of her love interest, she knew the definition of making love.
To her, it was the notion that actions speak louder than words. Iggy had proven to her without a shadow of a doubt that he loved her, cared for her, and lusted for her. She had discovered that she shared the same emotions.
Iggy felt Nudge swoon in his arms and awoke, smiling into her hair. Every part of last night was perfect, spare the brief moments of Nudge's pain, and it had easily risen to the top of his list of best life moments.
"Morning, love." Iggy greeted, flipping Nudge over to face him.
"Good morning." Nudge whispered, cautious not to wake any of the other people in the house.
"Did I answer your question?" Iggy asked genuinely, hoping more than anything to have satisfied Nudge in more ways than one.
"Half of it." Nudge answered, confusing Iggy slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we've made love, but now we need to have sex." Nudge giggled, feeling Iggy grow hard at her suggestion.
"Now?" Iggy puzzled, getting ahead of himself.
"No, silly! I have to get back into my bed before Angel wakes up. Tonight?" Nudge proposed, rubbing her leg against Iggy's morning wood knowingly. She was no longer an innocent little girl.
"Tonight." Iggy choked out, trying as hard as 98%-humanly possible to avoid focusing on Nudge's arousing actions. He knew they were anything but accidental.
Nudge kissed her lover one last time before slipping her pajamas on and tiptoeing into her own bed, pleased to find Angel still dead asleep.
But once again, Iggy was left alone with a painful boner and nothing but his hand to mend to it.
Old habits still die hard.
I promise that the next chapter won't be so mushy gushy, but I think this one was sweet. Agree? Disagree? Leave your opinions in the review box! I'll be responding to them!
And Merry Christmas, again!
-Alison
(I've always wanted to sign these things "-A" but PLL ruined that for me. Fucking ABC Family! Couldn't they have chosen some other initial?)