I have to say while it took me forever to write this may be my favorite chapter ever

Later that night the guys had all gone to the gym and she and Emma were the only ones home. She'd figured out Emma was Scott's girlfriend but for some reason she thought Mark and her had more between them than friends, but she wasn't going to ask.

"So how do you and Jon know each other?" Emma asked during a commercial break.

"We've been friends for a few years. I moved in across the street from him."

"Just friends, huh? I think there's more than that."

"Well we dated for a year or so."

"So you're the heartbreaker!" She exclaimed.

"What?" Emma stayed quiet knowing she'd said too much. "Emma, come on. What does that mean?"

"Well something happened to Jon that made him not better, because he has always been good and a fast learner, but different. He doesn't mind the two to three fights a night even if they are brutal, in fact the worse they are the better. A lot of the time, from what I've seen this only happens when a guy gets his heart broken. Like they turn off certain emotions or something. I just wondered who it was."

"Oh." Well now she was depressed.

"Look it's not a bad thing really."

"You're not the heartbreaker, as you say, so how would you know?"

"Because I was that girl." When Snowie looked at her in disbelief she went on. "Oh yes. The guy Jon fought last night?" Snowie nodded. "He's my ex. He did the same thing Jon did. Went from low guy to top guy in a matter of months. And all because, I found out later, I had broken off our engagement."

"Really?"

"Yep."

They talked for a while longer until the show they had not paid attention to went off and some of the others came pilling in the door. Emma went to the kitchen with Scott and Snowie got stuck talking to her new roommate. Not awkward at all, she thought. She finally found an out when Emma and Scott brought in pizza from the kitchen.

Snowie was slipping into her room as Jon came in the front door. He grabbed pizza and went that way. He knocked on the door, something that felt foreign to him as he had never done it in the other house. He heard the lock twist and pop open and when the door released from its hold she stood there in the powder blue tank top she'd had under her sweater, a see through cream colored sweater over it and a pair of pink polka dot socks.

"Come in." She said walking away.

"Hey. What's up?" He offered her a slice of pizza but she shook her head.

"Emma and I ate already."

"Oh. So you wanted to ask me something." He said hoping the nervousness didn't show in his voice.

"Um…yeah never mind." She swallowed hard and wanted to get out of the now too small space.

"You look like you're going to hyperventilate or something. Snow White, what is it? Seriously because you're kinda freaking me out." He smiled. "And I've been in suspense all effing day."

"It's nothing. Just forget it."

"You're seriously not going to ask. What you want to fuck or something?" The look on her face said she could have died. "I wasn't serious, Snow."

"I…er…I…I." Words failed her. She wanted to jump out the window. "I…"

"Snowie! You're kidding?"

She said nothing, she couldn't. She shook her head left to right hard. And then dropped her head into her hands, her skin hot against her palms. He came over to her and lifted her head. He kissed her gently. She met his eyes the question in them made him grin.

"Are you sure." He asked quietly and calm. But not the calm he was when he was angry, this was different and only a calm he used when he was with her. She swallowed and nodded. "Will you explain why first?

"Are you trying to give me a chance to change my mind?" She tilted her head trying to read him.

"No. Just want to know why."

She sighed. "I don't know, really. I mean I know I don't want to be a virgin any more. And I guess I want you to be my first because there is no way I can get any more emotionally attached and I don't have to worry about you getting attached to me."

"What does that mean?" He said sitting on the bed.

"Well you know how people say sex makes you have an emotional bond. Like it makes you feel like you love the other person. And I already love you so much it hurts, so there's nothing to worry about."

"Really?"

"And I feel safe with you. I know you won't hurt me. I'm the one who does that in this relationship."

"Really?" He repeated as if he hadn't heard the last words she spoke.

"Really what, Jon?"

"You love me." He stated.

"Yes I've tried not to but I can't stop. It's like you're under my skin or something."

He gripped her face. "I love you too. And not just in the way I love Hanna or Toby but in the-I need you more than life and when I'm not around you it's like I'm missing something."

He kissed her then. A long end of the movie and the guy got the girl kiss. She melted into him and she was whole again. No, she thought, it's just sex it doesn't mean anything. It couldn't.

"Are you sure?" He asked again.

This time she did have an answer. She kissed him. "Yes."

"Not sure what to do." He admitted.

She laughed. "It's my first time not yours, remember?"

He laughed too. "I know but you aren't a rat so it's different."

"I don't know whether I should be thanking you or feel insulted." She joked.

"It's a good thing trust me." He sighed and kissed her. "I know where to go from here though."

"Oh yeah?" she returned his kiss.

"Yeah." He gripped her hips and walked backwards to the bed.

They fell back on the bed. She landed on top of him and he rolled to the side. He pressed her shoulder and she laid back. He rested his hand on her stomach and kissed her neck. She fell into the old habit of making out with him so when she was in only her underwear and her lace bra and his shirt was off with his belt undone she wasn't shocked. It was what he did next that shocked her.

He laid back. "I'm all yours."

"What?" She asked confused.

"It's your decision. What do you want to do?" He said resting his arms behind his head.

"Like I can tell you want to do and you'll do it?"

"Mostly."

She thought for a moment. "Take your jeans off."

He stood up and removed his jeans. When she just looked at him he grinned and pulled his boxers down too. He cock sprang free. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. He laid back down and she reached out only to jerk her hand back.

"It's okay. You can do whatever you want." He once again put his hands behind his head.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and he groaned. "Something tells me this isn't just for me."

"I cannot be held responsible for what happens with your hands on me."

She laughed and then licked her lips. "Can I…?"

"Whatever you want, remember? My hands will stay here until you say so."

She snaked out her tongue and licked the tip of his cock. A salty taste assaulted her taste buds and she moaned. She tasted him again only this time she stayed longer and took more of him into her mouth. He groaned and tensed up.

"Okay, okay. Stop."

"What's wrong?" She said sitting up.

"Nothing except I don't want to cum just yet and that wasn't working." He said leaning on his elbow. "Can I do something now?"

"Yes."

He reached up and grabbed the back of her head and threaded his fingers in her hair and pulled her to him. While his lips worked along her lips and jawline his other hand worked her bra clasp. Her breast popped free and he slid the straps down her arms and flung the garment across the room. She gasp as his hand closed around one of her breast.

"Why didn't I let you do that before?"

"Just wait. Lie back."

She did as he told her and felt the butterflies stir in her stomach when he kissed a spot just below her belly button. He kissed a hot path up to her breasts. He looked up and grinned she returned it but her smile was tight.

"Don't be scared, Snow white. I promise if you tell me to stop I will." He pressed himself up on his arms and kissed her. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He followed her jawline to her neck and her neck to her chest. He captured one of her nipples in his mouth and she gripped his shoulders. When he raised his head she whined and he laughed. He went back to what he was doing and she dug her nails into his shoulders. She was squirming under his hands when he raised his head again.

"Jon." She was almost panting.

"I got you." He kissed down her torso.

He hooked his thumbs in her panties and pulled. She lifted her hips to help. He flung the panties wherever her bra had landed and look at her. He had envisioned this site so many times he could hardly believe it now. He licked his lips and she inhaled sharply. She knew what he was going to do. He spread her legs.

"Are you okay?" He asked one more time.

"There is no way I'm turning back now."

"That's my girl."

He dipped his head between her legs and teased he swollen lips with his tongue. When she gasped he smiled and devilled deeper. His tongue flicked across her clit and she jumped. He gripped her hips and held her still while he drove her crazy.

"Oh shit! Jon!" She moaned. He stopped just to screw with her. "Don't stop, please." She begged.

He laughed as he sucked her clit into his mouth the vibration causing new sensations and she bucked under his hands. He put one finger into her hole and she groaned. He put two in slipped them in and out stretching her. She moaned a little louder and he sucked harder on her clit.

"Oh!" Was the last audible word she made the rest were replaced by moans and she went over the edge.

He raised up after a few minutes and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Are you ready?"

She nodded and tried to get her wits about her while he. He teased her opening with the head of his cock. She took a deep breath when he pushed into her half way and stayed still. After she was okay with that he pushed all the way in. She gasped as he broke through the thin layer of membranes.

"You okay."

"Yes. You can move now." She breathed.

He kissed her deeply as he began to move. She wrapped her legs around him as if it was pure instinct. Her hands roamed his back and her nails gently clawed their way up to his skull. Her moans encouraged him but he still held back. The first time she came was like slow agony with a twist of pure pleasure. She clung to him as wave after wave hit her. He held his own orgasm back, which was not something he normally did but he wasn't with just any girl. He never stopped moving and she bucked under him and arched her back.

"Jon. Faster. Please." Her voice found its way through the fog of lust in broken pieces.

"Are you…"

She dug her nails into his shoulders. "Don't ask that again. Just do it."

"Ow fuck. Okay."

She braced herself using his shoulders as he pumped his hips and smashed into her hard and fast. Her moans turned into screams that he swallowed as he kissed her, his tongue mimicking his cock. He rose up to his knees and pushed her legs up so he could pound into her harder. She twisted her head on the pillow her hands fisting the sheets. She arched her back when he pressed his thumb to her clit.

"Jon!" She cried out as she came.

He came moments later and caught himself from falling on her. He rolled to the side and then to his back taking her with him, still inside her. Her head lay on his chest and he ran his fingers along her back gently. They didn't move, didn't say anything, both too caught up in their own pleasure and thoughts to form words. She raised her head and rested her chin where her cheek had been. He looked at her and winked. She kissed his chest, laid her head back down and told herself it changed nothing. But it had she knew it and he most definitely knew it. He stroked her hair until she fell asleep. Jon twisted to the side and cuddled her body against his, he slept soundly for the first time in three months.