AN: Hey there, sorry for the massive delay but it must be cold in here because my computer keeps getting frozen (I also apologise for that joke). Anyway here is the final chapter. I finally decided I'd keep this story rated T though if you disagree with this please let me know and I will change.

"Well that's the last of it," Sam said as he slid down the wall to sit on the floor.

Stacey smiled. It was moving day. She was moving her stuff into her college dorm. Naturally she was going to school in good old New York City and Sam had been very quick to offer to help her move in. It was cute, he was excited she was moving to the city where they could now see each other every day again. Truth be told she was pretty excited herself.

"Are you tired?" she asked, walking over to stand beside him.

"Yes I am," he said, closing his eyes as he tipped his head back.

"It's a shame," Stacey said, biting her lip playfully.

"What is?" Sam asked opening his eyes immediately.

"Well, it's just I have this room all to my self until my room mate moves in next week."

"Yes you do," Sam said slowly.

Stacey smiled again. She could tell he was trying not to get his hopes up. He had been very good about not bringing up the bedroom issue until she did, but she'd been thinking about it non-stop and the more she did the more comfortable she became with the idea.

"So I was thinking we could make the most of it, but if you're tired..."

In a flash he was standing with his arms around her.

"Don't play with me Stacey, are you talking about what I think you're talking about?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied softly. Now that she had decided those nerves of hers were kicking in again.

"I don't have anything," he said slapping his hand to his forehead.

It took a second for Stacey to figure out what he was talking about.

"Oh you don't have a condom," she said realising. "Aw, you're so sweet," she said taking his hand away from his head.

"Why?" he asked confused.

"Because you weren't expecting anything."

He laughed.

"What's so funny?" Stacey asked.

"Well usually the reaction to 'I don't have a condom' isn't 'you're sweet'."

"I guess," Stacey replied, seeing the funny side, "but you are sweet."

She leant forward to close the gap between them and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"So what should we do?" Sam asked, clearly not trying to act too keen. "Should I head out?"

"I guess," Stacey said. "I'll go with you."

"Okay," Sam agreed putting his arm around her shoulders.

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"What do we choose?" Stacey asked, overwhelmed at the selection that confronted them.

"You pick," Sam said, curious as to what she would do.

"Why me," Stacey whined. "They're for you."

Sam grinned. "They're for you too, and I wanna see what you choose."

"Okay.." Stacey said wearily.

She looked at the shelf again.

"Sam, I don't want to," she said after a solid minute of staring. She buried her face in his shoulder and refused to look up.

"That's okay," he said quickly.

Stacey couldn't help smiling again. Clearly he was afraid she meant she didn't want him any more.

He grabbed a box and took her hand pulling her to the counter. They ignored the stern expression of the woman who served them and soon afterward were back in Stacey's dorm.

Sam sprawled out on her bed and waited patiently for her to make the first move.

"I don't know what to do," she said shyly, looking down at the floor. When she looked up again Sam was smiling.

"How about you kiss me," he suggested.

"I could do that," she agreed. She walked over to her bed and kissed him softly.

"What now?" Stacey asked.

"What do you think?" he asked patiently.

"I don't know," she said uncomfortably.

"Well, go with what feels natural," he suggested.

"Okay," she agreed.

After a moments pause she stood back up and lifted her dress over her head before sitting back down again.

"That's a good start," Sam said, he reached forward to drag the backs of his fingers down her bare arm.

She nodded before reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it higher, he leant forward and put his arms above his head so she could pull it the rest of the way over his head.

"Sam?" she asked nervously. "Can you do the rest?" She was feeling very shaky and nervous.

"Of course," he replied. "Here, you lay back here." He gestured to where he had been laying down.

The minute his hands touched her she felt herself relaxing again. He finished undressing her carefully, stopping only to trail lines of kisses down her body as he removed her underwear.

"Is it going to hurt again?" she whispered, remembering the last time.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, moving so he was sitting above her, straddling her legs with his own.

"Yes," she said quietly.

"Both times?" he asked frowning.

She nodded.

"I'm sorry baby," he said softly, leaning forward to nuzzle her hair. "You should have told me."

"Sorry," she started to say.

"Hey don't apologise," he stopped her. "Was that why you were so afraid of doing it again?" he asked.

She nodded miserably.

"Oh honey," he said pulling her into a hug. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," she said lifting her hand to his cheek.

"I'll go slow," he promised. "You tell me if it's too much."

He kissed her mouth once more whilst his hand travelled to her thigh. He ran his fingers along her with long strokes before moving to the inside of her thigh and repeating the action. Stacey was surprised to find the skin here a thousand times more sensitive to the same motion. She moaned Sam's name which seemed to encourage him to the place that rested between her thighs.

His fingers now touched her in a way nobody had done before. Not even him. Her head was swimming so much with the unfamiliarity that she was caught completely by surprise when he slipped a finger inside of her. She gasped.

"Are you okay?" Sam checked, his lips still busy with the flesh of her neck.

"Yes," Stacey quickly affirmed though she wasn't quite sure how she felt.

"Good," he said satisfied. He curled his finger inside of her whilst rubbing her with his thumb. When Stacey moaned softly he seemed to take this as his cue to add a second finger inside of her.

"Does it hurt?" he asked her.

"A little," she agreed but she was starting to find it more difficult to talk.

He continued on like this for a while, with Stacey finding the sensation more and more pleasant. Then suddenly his fingers were gone.

Not realising what she was doing she thrusted upward.

"Shh it's okay," Sam said, catching her leg and rubbing her thigh. "You're ready for me now," he said, "just give me a moment."

Stacey closed her legs and rubbed them together in frustration as she listened to Sam pull off his pants and open his box of condoms.

"Hurry up," she whimpered. She felt terrible like she was on the cusp of something wonderful and he had taken it away from her.

"Calm down Stace," he said, sitting back down next to her. She could tell from his voice that he was smiling.

Desperately she started to move her own hand downward but he caught her and moved it away.

"Don't try to finish without me," Sam said as he moved back over her.

When his hands spread her legs she felt relief. As he guided himself into her the pain returned but it was not as sharp as it had been, just a dull discomfort and soon even that was gone.

He moved slowly. Stacey could feel how tense he was by the way he had clenched his muscles.

"You can go faster," she said he words coming out in short breaths.

He was still hesitant, taking the fact he had hurt her before very seriously.

"Faster Sam," she almost pleaded, grinding herself against him.

After this Sam seemed to feel more comfortable in increasing the pace, moving faster, then harder.

It started, and her body took over. The wave of her orgasm sprung forth from her stomach and travelled down her shaky legs as she continued to thrust upward, then almost as quickly as it started it was gone.

Not long afterwards Sam finished and rolled off of her.

"How was it?" he asked her after a pause.

Stacey rolled over to see something she rarely ever seen cloud her boyfriends expression. Insecurity.

"It was wonderful," she whispered, finding his hand with her own.

"It will get better, I promise," he said, tucking her damp hair behind her ear.

"I know," she replied.

"How?" he asked, his eyes sparkling once more.

"Because you love me," she stated.

He smiled widely before leaning forwards to kiss her. When they broke apart he tipped her chin fondly. "You know what? I really do."

AN: To Jenna, I had no other way to contact you so I'll do it here. First of all thank you for your reviews. You really made writing this story a ton easier knowing that someone actually cared about reading it. Secondly I am planning on writing a new story. I will start publishing on Monday so look out for it. Glad you think the rating works, I find the guidelines a little vague.