My mind is racing nine hundred miles an hour and things inside me are churning like thick caramel. My body is warm, but hers is warmer. We're flush as our bare skin touches each other, brushes against one another. As soon as we said those three words things started to fall into place. There was a desperation I had never seen before emitting from both of us, and before I knew it we were falling onto my bed, naked, and kissing each other like this was our last chance.

This was meant to happen, and I had no intention of ever releasing this woman from my arms. She was actually clutching me as closely as I was her, whispering 'I love you's' between every breath same as I. It was an undying need to have each other eating at the core of our existence. Everything was so overwhelming, and I felt as if I would be sucked into the bright powdery light that enveloped us in warmth and passion…and love…

All I knew now was that there were no barriers between our bodies and we were kissing and soaking in as much of the other as much as we could. I couldn't even remember if I had closed the door. Apparently, though, Lydia's mind was clearer than mine was, because she spoke.

"Please…Stiles…," she whispers in a jagged breath, eyes pleading and heart thumping wildly against my chest. I had no time to stop and admire every inch of her body because I couldn't pull myself away from it. There was no heavy grinding; there was just pure loving and focus on expression. I took out a condom from the box my dad had given me and ripped it open; using this opportunity to close the door which I had, in fact, left open.

"I love you," I tell her. There was nothing else that needed to be said. I didn't need to ask her if she was sure, and I didn't need to tell her it was my first time. All I had to do was make love to her, and man was it the most incredible feeling in the world.

I couldn't let the nerves get to me because we were moving too fast; there was no time to think. I could only keep pushing into her. Let myself be surrounded by her, that warmth, those lips, her hands clutching my shoulders, her legs wrapped around mine, toes curling in ecstasy.

I was actually doing it. I was making loving to Lydia, on my bed, in my room. But of course I can't comprehend that right now, so all I did was kiss her and move with her, listening to her cries and soaking them up because they were mine. I was moaning her name into her lips, into her neck, and her nails dug into my back, into my shoulders. We fought the urge to scream with all of the intensity, but somewhere in my subconscious I knew my dad was in the house.

My mind turned blurry, and it felt like we were both floating, like this was almost a dream, but it felt too good to not be real. I was so wrapped up in her that I couldn't think or feel anything else.

I could faintly feel her heart beating in several different places around her body; her chest mine pressed against hers, her neck as I nuzzled my face there, and her lovemaking areas as she encased me in heat. We were both throbbing, and it was marvelous.

Her eyes told me in a thousand ways that this was right, that this was what we had been waiting for all our lives. Her lips never left mine, but in the off chance that they did they would remind me again that she loves me. And I would tell her the same. We fell into oblivion together, finally on our own island, like the rest of the world had never happened.

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I woke up with her in my arms for the second time. But this time, it was slightly different. She was below me, not next to me. She was still wrapped up tightly in my arms, and I was still wrapped up tightly in her. It was the weirdest feeling I have ever known, not gunna lie, but it was still the most amazing. I sighed and buried my face in her neck, moving slightly to readjust myself, make myself more comfortable.

Oh god. I moaned into her hair, squeezing her. She needed to wake up, slap me or something. Because I was ready for round two.

"Lydia," I whisper, stroking her shoulder. I always imagined waking up this way with a girl after a night of making love, but I never imagined I'd be on top of her and we'd still be intertwined. I imagined her on my chest, my arms around her, her bare back exposed to the sunlight streaming through the window and loose white sheets strewn across us from the waist down.

No, my covers were blue, and they were on us completely, encasing us from the world. The shades were down, so the sunlight was only peeking through the sides. My door was locked so thankfully I knew dad hadn't seen us. But still, it wasn't how I imagined it. It was better.

She slept soundly, her legs still wrapped around mine, her hands clutching me. Her gorgeous hair was splayed across the pillow, and I gazed at her lovingly, stroking her waves. I moved to her face, placing my hand on her cheek and letting my thumb roam across her nose, her eyelashes, her lips…

I moved into her again, moaning her name into her neck, louder, with the intentions of waking her. I continued to move, so that hopefully she may think this was the best awakening ever. But I didn't move too fast, I moved slowly, very slowly, kissing her lips as she started to stir. She felt so good…it was like no amount of imagination could ever compare. I was so happy to have lost my virginity to her, and only her. Nobody else could do it justice.

"Stiles," she murmurs, and I pull back to look at her, smiling with happiness. She smiles back, and it feels like a huge weight had been lifted. She doesn't regret it. I pushed again, and she gasps, her hands squeezing my shoulders.

"Did I wake you up right?" I ask, trying not to show her how much pleasure this caused me. I wanted to keep a level head.

"I…," she trails off, her breathing hitched when I didn't stop. "Stiles…you're insane…"

"That's me…who knew…dorky little Stiles, a sex ninja in bed," I chuckle, kissing her lips passionately. She giggles, and already I can tell, from the little experience I've had the past night, she's ready too.

This time is different though, our movements aren't rushed, our blood isn't boiling, we aren't falling into each other like it'll be the last chance we have. We're moving slowly, we're kissing softly, and even though we kept a steady pace I had to admit to myself that I was already nearing that familiar edge.

Still, we continued making sweet love, whispering things to each other and feeding off each other's energy.

"Stiles," she whimpers, teeth digging into my shoulder, my neck, my ear. I couldn't help myself, I had to say something but I couldn't form words, all I could do was moan and try to extinguish the fire in my body.

"You're killing me," I say, trying not to sound too overwhelmed, but there was too much tension in my voice, "I'm getting close, I feel like I should warn you," I add, straining against the urge to let go.

"Stiles…" she says again, and the sound of my name only pushes me on. I start moving faster, kissing her sweeter, taking her because she was mine. She cries out my name once more, but there's a different tone. I just can't put my finger on it.

"Wait," she pleads, hips moving in a marvelous rhythm and I can't find it in myself to stop groaning in ecstasy. "Wait!" she moans again, but I can't wait, I'm already there.

"Lydia…," I groan her name long and drawn out into her and my body finds that release, the one I only barely knew about since last night. I knew about it, but I never knew that when you're climaxing inside the woman you loved you might as well toss everything you thought you knew. It was an entirely different experience.

She holds me closely until I stop trembling, until the fire in my body finally dies down and the nerves aren't quivering with electricity. I'm panting, and so is she. We're damp with sweat, and a wide grin spreads across my face. I chuckle and pull myself up, kissing her neck and her jaw, making my way to her lips.

"Stiles," she says again, the same tone in her voice as before.

"Yes?" I answer.

"You aren't wearing a condom," she says, holding my neck in her hands.

I freeze, thinking everything over. I wore one last night, and we were still intertwined this morning…so…

She pushes me away gently, and I pull out, sighing with relief as we became two people again. I look down and that's when I realize she's right.

"Shit," I mutter, not sure exactly what happened and how this could be happening. I was completely at a loss, my mind wasn't working.

"I just realized you took it off last night after we finished…" she murmurs. "But it was too late to tell you. I tried."