Excuse me while I go take a cold shower. I probably shouldn't listen to Lana Del Rey while I write...

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Enjoy!

Both of us were frozen. We were both breathing heavily, and I was sure his heart was racing just as fast as mine was.

"James?" I breathed, not able to turn around.

I heard him move, the bed dipping down behind me. I held my breath as he leaned over me, his breath hitting my cheek. I felt goosebumps rise over my skin as his fingers ghosted down my arm.

"I can help you." He whispered, his hand closing around mine that was gripping the sleeping bag. "But I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Or afraid." He uncurled my fingers from the sleeping bag, his hand just inches from where I wanted him to touch me.

I shoved my nerves down, rolling onto my back. His hand splayed out on my stomach, warm through my t-shirt. I reached up, tangling my hands in his hair to bring his lips to mine. Our kiss was hot, and passionate. Needy. His hand started to trail lower, moving much to slow for me.

"Don't stop kissing me." I whispered, breaking a way for a second, before nearly attacking him again.

I gripped his wrist, almost shoving his hand between my legs so he was cupping me. I shuddered a little, feeling his hand on me. It was so strange, being touched like that in a situation like this. I had never been touched intimately. It had always been rough, non-consensual grabbing. I had never asked anyone...wanted anyone to touch me before. But now...now that was all I could think about.

I opened my legs wider as his hand slipped under my shorts, the calloused pads of his fingers running the length of my slit. My back arched, my hips jerking as he rubbed a certain spot, a whine leaving my lips.

"Shh." He murmured, kissing his way down my throat.

My head tilted back as he nibbled along my jaw, offering more of myself to him. I gasped as one of his fingers pushed into me. He stilled his finger, pressing kisses along the skin below my ear. I whined a little, his metal arm moving under my shoulders. He started moving his finger, pushing in and out of me slowly. I tangled my hand in his hair, feeling the silky strands slip between my fingers. My back arched as he pushed a second finger in, stretching my walls. I hadn't known it could feel like this. I didn't know I could feel like this.

There was no guilt, no shame, no fear. It didn't hurt. There was no discomfort, no rough, hard movements. James was taking his time, making me feel things I didn't know I could feel. And at that moment, I didn't want it to be anyone but him.

James had nearly come undone when he'd felt how tight she was. He had been shocked when she'd moved his hand, cupping her warm sex. She had soaked through her shorts, all because of him. She had told him not to stop kissing her, and he didn't think that was possible. He wanted to taste her, every inch of skin. He wanted to feel everything, explore her body in ways he hadn't been able to before. But he knew he couldn't rush into things. He had to take it slow. Make her understand that it could feel good.

He slipped his hand under her shorts as he kissed her, feeling the slick wetness of her folds. He found the sensitive bundle of nerves, her back arching as he teased it. A whine left her lips and he kissed his way down her throat, tasting her skin.

He shifted slightly, sliding his metal arm under her back, holding her as he slipped a finger into her wet heat. Her walls immediately clamped around his digit, a gasp leaving her at the intrusion. He stilled, pressing soft kisses under her ear, waiting for her to push him away. When she didn't, he started moving his finger, her hands tangling in his hair. He worked her a little, trying to stretch her out before he added a second finger, her back arching, pressing her chest to his.

His jeans were tight against him, rubbing painfully as he nipped at her collarbone, exposed by the baggy shirt she wore. Probably one of his, actually. He sped his fingers up, enjoying the gasps and whines that left her lips, her back arching as he curled his fingers, hitting a deep spot inside her. She gripped his wrist, pulling his head away from her neck. She looked into his eyes, her mouth parted as she breathed, face flushed, hair fanned out on the pillow. He hadn't seen anything so beautiful before.

"Do that again." She whispered, gripping on to him for dear life.

He watched her head fall back, a moan leaving her as he curled his fingers, hitting that spot over and over. Her back arched, body trembling as her walls gripped his fingers, before she went tumbling over the edge. He felt his length twitch in his jeans from the way he said his name. Like a prayer as she breathed, his fingers working her through her orgasm.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips as he withdrew his fingers, wiping them on his shirt. Her chest was heaving as she breathed, coming down from her high.

"You okay?" He asked, running his thumb over his cheek.

"I...I've never...I didn't…" She tried to speak, but couldn't form words.

"It's okay. It's supposed to feel like that." He said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

He rolled on his back, slipping his arm from under her. He went to get up and go to the bathroom, but she caught his arm. He turned back to her, finding her leaning on her arm, biting that damn lip again.

"Can...can I do it?" Her tone was soft, hesitant.

"Doll, you don't have to do that."

"But I want to."

He stood up, telling himself this wasn't a good idea as he undid his belt, slipping out of his jeans. He laid back down, relaxing as she sat up, tracing the line of skin above his briefs. His breath hitched, muscles contracting at the feather light touch. He could feel himself leaking, creating a wet spot on his briefs. She hooked her fingers under the waistband, pulling them down slowly. He was nearly standing at attention he was so hard, and he knew this would be over quick. Especially when she wrapped her hand around him.

She turned her head, looking at his face as she pumped his length. It was better than he had imagined, her hand warm, skin soft. He met her eyes, watching her as she jerked him off, her eyes never leaving his face. He moaned as her grip tightened a little, his hips jerking slightly. She pumped him faster, his mouth falling open, moans escaping his chest.

"Oh, fuck." He said, sitting up on his elbows as his hips jerked.

His length twitched as he came with a groan. Falling back on the mattress. She pumped him through his orgam, his seed landing mostly on his shirt, and some on her hand. She lifted her hand to her mouth and he watched as she licked his semen from her skin. He closed his eyes, feeling his length twitch again as he pulled his shirt over his head. He reached down to pull his briefs up, but she pushed him back, straddling his lap. Her fingers ran over the scarred flesh of his left shoulder, feeling all the bumps and grooves where metal met flesh.

"Doll, don't-"

She leaned forward, pressing her lips to the skin, kissing her way up his shoulder. She pulled back, fingering the edge of her shirt. She was biting her lip again, driving him insane.

"You're gonna get yourself in trouble, biting your lip like that." He said, leaning forward.

He reached out, licking the skin under her lip, earning a gasp in response. He took that opportunity to take her bottom lip between his own teeth, tugging on it lightly.

"That's my lip to bite." He said, gently brushing his nose against hers. She started tugging her shirt up, pulling away from him, but he stopped her. "You don't have to-"

He was cut off when she lifted her shirt over her head, revealing herself to him. He couldn't help his wandering eyes as he took her in. His flesh hand was on her thigh, holding her while his metal hand was avoiding touching her. He didn't want to risk hurting her on accident. She grabbed his left hand, holding it so his palm was facing her. She ran her fingers over the metal plates, the intricate workings underneath. He held his breath as she moved his hand to her breast, forming the metal so he was cupping it. All sensation was lost, except warmth, and the light weight of it.

"You don't have to be scared of touching me." She said, holding his hand to her breast.

He brushed his metal thumb over her nipple, a gasp leaving her lips at the sensation of the cool metal and the small bud. He ran his flesh hand up her other side, cupping her other breast as well. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, taking her lip between her teeth. This was going to be a long night.