A/N: Hey guys! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for reading and also thank you for all your wonderful reviews! I hope you won't get too bored with this story because I promise that there's going to be some major action in the future. It's just taking a while to set everything up. Thanks again!

XIII

June 14th, 2003 – Albuquerque

Felicity woke up with sun shining in her eyes and a cool breeze caressing her bare skin. Groggily, she opened her eyes and as her vision cleared, a familiar dragon tattoo came into view. Felicity went rigid. Her head was resting on Jesse's bare chest, slowly rising and falling in time with his breaths. His arms were holding her against him loosely while one of her legs were draped over his. She was practically clinging to him. Carefully, Felicity slipped out from his grasp and scooped up her discarded clothes from off the floor.

She had sex with Jesse Pinkman.

Her friends would put two and two together eventually. Even if everyone ended up getting wasted at the post prom events of their choice, the two of them would still be unaccounted for in the morning. Felicity was a lot more concerned about what the guys would think of her as opposed to her other group of friends and that made her feel a bit guilty. Regardless, it happened and there was really no way to take it back. She tried to justify it in her head. They had simply been acting upon years of hormonal sexual tension, that was all. Even now, Felicity didn't any different for Jesse than she did the night before – and she hoped that it was the same for him.

She began to rummage through Jesse's cabinets in an attempt to throw together some sort of meal. Felicity only found chips, old cereal and some eggs. Making a mental note to remind Jesse to actually go grocery shopping, she fished out a frying pan and oil and cracked an egg onto it. She glanced at the stove clock. It was 11:30. Her parents would be expecting her home in an hour or so. Her mind traced back to Emilio, hoping that he was at least suffering from a hangover or something.

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor brought her back to reality as she looked over her shoulder. Jesse sleepily shoved his hand into one of the bags of chips, shoveling a handful into his mouth.

"…Morning," Felicity greeted, turning back to her cooking.

"Yo," Jesse replied with a mouth full of chips.

They quickly fell silent, save for the sound of an egg crackling on the frying pan.

"Uh, about last night… I-" she began, figuring she may as well address the elephant in the room.

"You've never been with anyone before, right?" Jesse suddenly asked, having swallowed his food.

"E-Excuse me?" she sputtered, flipping the egg over, her face turning bright red.

"I mean, like… I don't know – you didn't uh… Like… Fucking… Bleed or anything but I-…" he mumbled.

"Ugh, can you not… Put it like that? If you even tried to listen in gym class you'd know it's wholly possible for girls to rip their hy-" Felicity scolded, rolling her eyes as she plated the egg and slid it front of him. She cracked another egg and let it sizzle in the pan. Jesse cut her off.

"Fuck gym class. Now tell me, were you a virgin, yes or no?"

Felicity pursed her lips, turning to Jesse, her lips pulled into a thin line.

"Yeah, so what?"

"So what? Jesus Christ, Fissy, you fucking gave me your v-card? What the hell? Also! Let me repeat myself, what the hell? God we're like… Like… Really close or whatever! And we just had sex? That's fucked up – tell me that's not fucked up to you," Jesse ranted, throwing his arms in the air.

"It's fin-"

"Like what are the guys gonna say? What are your friends gonna say? Like, oh yeah, Fissy and Jesse are fuck buddies now? Don't you see where this is fucked up like… It's you and me. I mean, there's nothing wrong with you… Don't get me wrong, you're fine, you're great, you're perfect – but holy shit, it's us, Fissy. This is so fucked up!" he raved, looking at her with wide eyes.

"Jesse, I said it's fi-"

"Like no offense, Fissy but I knew you weren't a prude or anything but I figured you were gonna like… Save yourself for marriage or some shit like that? I don't know – but what I'm saying is that I know we joke around and stuff all the time but god, we did it – we did it. And you! Y-You did it for the first time wi-"

"I said it's fine! Calm the fuck down, Jesse!" Felicity yelled, leaning over the kitchen table. "It's fucking fine!"

"What do you mean it's fine? Like isn't this weird to you at all?" Jesse asked, shocked.

He just couldn't understand how she was being so calm about all of this. He was the one who slept around with other people, not her. Felicity should've been the one freaking out. But no, she was acting like he had simply seen her topless or something. Didn't she realize how big of a deal this was? Jesse could never look at her the same way again – not after he had done things with her. He had had a taste and there was no telling if he would want to go back for more. Would she even let him? Just that chance alone scared him more than anything. He didn't want sex to compromise their friendship.

"C'mon, Jesse. For fuck's sake, people have been talking about us being a thing for basically ever. And so yeah, I guess we did it or whatever but it's not like some huge scandal or something. We… We just let hormones get the best of us, or something, right? We were both in a weird spot last night," Felicity reasoned. "I mean, you're great and all, too, but I swear, this hasn't awoken some deep seated passionate love for you, don't worry."

"Hormones? Yeah, yeah, that's right, hormones! Fucking hormones!" he reaffirmed, much calmer now. Hormones made more sense than admitting that he was suddenly finding her a lot more attractive. He was relieved that she saw things in a purely platonic light.

"Anyway, it's not like we have to tell anyone, anyway, right? We've been dodging rumors since middle school – I'm sure we can last until graduation," she laughed, putting her egg on her plate before taking a seat across from him.

Jesse nodded.

"Right. Graduation."

Felicity put a piece of food in her mouth, pointing at him with her fork.

"Also, don't count on this happening again."