OOM: It can Happen To You

[withamagicword]

His room was lit by candles, there were flowers everywhere, and insense as well.

He sat in a seat and waited to see if she would come. He wore a well-fit dress suit and music played from a small cd player he had managed to get. He was nervous but he knew exactly what he wanted and he was ready.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

She'd always come if he called. Footsteps on the stairs, light, anxious, and then a tentative knock on the door. She's never been to his room before. It better be the right one.

Waiting, she smooths her dress over her hips, and pats her hair back into place. It's swept up in a chignon, to complement the formality of the dress; he said dress up, so she has. Pink, swishy, and she's wearing long jewelled earrings and the silver bracelet he gave her. He said dress up. She thinks she knows what he's got in mind.

Unless I need to talk to you meant I've changed my mind, I'm dumping you. But why would he want her to dress up for that? She doesn't bite her lip; it'd ruin her lipstick. But it's a near thing.

[withamagicword]

He smiles as he opens his door and sees her.

"Wow...come in, please..."

The room glows in cadnlelight, and ropepetals are on the sofa.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph blinks, and looks around, and giggles. "Oooh. Well, that relieves one worry I had." She takes his hands and leans up to kiss him. "This is totally cliché, you know."

[withamagicword]

he blushes and almost stumbles across a remote that slid out of view.

"Ah... it is?"

he looks worried for a moment.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Yup. Doesn't mean I don't like it." She grins at him warmly.

[withamagicword]

"ohhh."

He blushes.

"I was worried you... might not."

he chuckles.

"Kinda nervous... but... I want you, Stephanie."

He leans in and kisses her, shivering slightly, but his passion real. His arms go around her and he grins into the kiss.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph giggles. ::I figured. But look - um. You're totally sure about this, right? Like, one hundred percent?::

Mmm, dress suit. It looks good on him. Feels good under roaming hands, too.

[withamagicword]

He grins at her and kisses her, hands roaming over her in that dress...

::Yes. I spent a lot of time thinking and I was almost ready this week... then I spent some time talking to a friend, Molly... and that sank it. I love you and I want to be with you and... I dont think ther is any reason to wait any longer... you are the one I want...you just... have to be patient with me. I have never done anything before...::

He is blushing.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph smiles.

"Any time you want to stop, you say. Otherwise ... I reckon you'll manage, all right."

::You certainly seem to have the instincts.:: She beams, and moves her hands around to his jacket, sliding her hands under the front of it. ::And even if it doesn't work out tonight, that doesn't matter, not even a little bit. Sex is awesome, but it's not the be-all and end-all, you know? It's just an extra level.::

[withamagicword]

::I am? Good... I feel all awkward and all, but I am glad I am making you feel good...::

His hands brush her breasts and gently stroke there before going lower, across her belly and down to between her legs, stroking where his mouth had been.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Oh. Hhhh."

Steph gives up on coherence.

::You feel awkward?:: she asks, with a little concern. ::I wanted to make it really easy for you. I could. Relax you a bit more, maybe.:: Her hands follow a similar path to his, slowly, tracing patterns down his stomach.

[withamagicword]

::No, not like that... I just mean... I feel like... I ... it is a little odd not knowing what I am doing. Makes me feel a little awkward that is all.::

He kisses her again.

His hands stroke, one at her chest and one down below, gently finding her pleaasure points and trying.

[alwaysroomforhope]

::okay.:: She relaxes. ::You're doing just fine. You sure you've never - ahhh.:: A gasp, as he hits just the right spot. ::mmmmm. Oh. Uh. What was I gonna say?::

[withamagicword]

He blushes and circles that spot, gently touching it and applying slightest pressure, fingers moving gently across her skin as his lips and teeth descend on her neck again.

::Mmmm, something about never? You taste good...::

He is drawn into her, absorbed by her, his mind revolving now around this sensation of touch and taste.

[alwaysroomforhope]

She's sure she was doing something with her hands. Saying something, too, possibly. But suddenly she's lost all her concentration again, reduced to a helpless tangle of nerve endings. It's all she can do to moan his name, softly, and part her legs, curve her back, open herself to him as much as she can - movement that doesn't require thought, just instinct.

The world would probably not end if he let go of her. But right now, it feels like it might.

[withamagicword]

He strums that area a little more, one finger slipping between lips, softly caressing while the other mirrors such outside, his kisses hot as they run across her neck and shoulders and his groan, when it comes, sinking into her neck completely.

::Steph,,, mnnn so sweet....::

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Billy," Steph gasps, eyes wide and dark, "God, Billy."

She rocks her hips against his hand, again, involuntarily, and makes small, incoherent, demanding noises high in her throat.

Yeah, coherent thought, just a fond memory at this point.

[withamagicword]

Billy stirred, sometime later, groaning, and opened his eyes and then smiled.

Stephanie was sleeping, beneath him yet and he leans in for a kiss, soft, and whisper.

"God... you are so... beautiful."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Without opening her eyes, Steph smiles at him.

::How you feeling?::

[withamagicword]

He kisses that smile, snuggling her even more.

::Amazing, achy a little, damn good... happy... loving you.::

[alwaysroomforhope]

She grins. ::No regrets, then?::

[withamagicword]

He shakes his head and kisses her.

::No. None at all.::

There is no hesitation or doubt in his mind.

::Nervousness, yeah... but no regrets. I wanted this and it hasnt really changed how I feel about you at all, just shown me yet another thing about you that is beautiful.::

[alwaysroomforhope]

::That's good.:: She relaxes a little, tension she hadn't even realised she was carrying. ::And just. Wow. That was a hell of an experience, you know.:: There's a smile in her thoughts as well as her face. She's sweaty and sticky and messy-haired, and that's perfectly okay - because it's Billy.

Nobody else has ever stayed to wake up wrapped around her like this. Always before, it was either straight into the shower, or a quick goodbye kiss and an empty bed. This is - she doesn't even care how much she needs a shower or to brush her teeth, because this is an intimacy almost as wonderful as sex, in a different way. This is - just trust, and love.

She's using the l-word almost without thinking about it, these days.

[withamagicword]

He gently hugs her close, placing a big ole' smooch on her lips. He grins.

"You make me happy, and giddy, and alive, and horny and ... I love you, Steph. And I love sharing everything with you. And wow... that was... wow."

Yes, still some wowness left after that. Yep.

[alwaysroomforhope]

She smiles, and snuggles in close to him, wrapping her arms around him. "Love you too."