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 Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 10:26 pm
"Better?"
Sasha cleared her throat.
"Jerry, I.. I like you. A lot. I just. I like kissing you, but. I just.."
She squeezed his hand.
"I'm.. nervous. I've. This is new. For me."
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 10:30 pm
"I'm not... t-terribly experienced either." He admitted. Just what Candace had.... taught him. Mostly. And experimentation when he was younger, but pillows and... other things didn't count.
"We... we'll just... whatever you're comfortable with, okay?" He smiled gently, nervously as he limped to a beanbag chair. Thankfully he had been right, and no one else was looking for some sort of zen fulfillment just then.
He even didn't mind the Enya. It was actually... relaxing. "You can... can lead if you like. Um. I am... at your disposal, ahahaha."
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 10:38 pm
"What if.. what if I just want to do the um."
She wrung her hands.
"Maybe we could just um."
Deer in headlights.
"We could just um."
Sasha cleared her throat.
"I mean, I like.. I like the kissing, but. I um. I don't.. I'm.. Can we just talk?"
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 10:39 pm
He sagged a bit, "We... we could just kiss?" He tried to hide his disappointment, "We... we can talk... if you like..." He sat heavily on the beanbag, happy to take the load off his leg.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 10:46 pm
She did like kissing him.
"I mean. Jerry." She moved to sit on the ground next to his beanbag, placing a hand on his knee. "I.. want to kiss you, if.. if you want, but."
Sasha scooted closer.
"I'm sorry, I mean, if you.. wanted more. I'm.. not ready. For that. You know."
Her face felt hot.
"Sex."
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 10:50 pm
To that, he relaxed a bit, smiling softly as he gently wrapped his arms around her, "T-truthfully? I don't think I am either." His face went red, "Um. If... if it makes... if it makes you feel better, I'll... I'll tell you a secret?"
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 10:55 pm
Sasha peered up at him, a curious smile on her lips.
"A secret? I'm good at keeping secrets."
His arms felt nice around her. No pressure. Jerry wasn't going to force her to do anything she didn't want to do.
It was reassuring to know he didn't think he was ready either.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 11:00 pm
"I... I know you probably think, 'Oh, that Jerry, he's a together, handsome guy, he's been around.'"
There's absolutely no evidence of anyone thinking that, meatbag.
"B-but um. C-candace... um... was um. My first time. Um. N-not just... my first girlfriend. I mean. I'm s-still a little... I mean... It's just so... ahahaha I was worried about p-people seeing me shirtless before my scars, let alone..." The blush returned, he kept his voice low.
"I'm alright... um. Going um... going slow."
He pursed his lips again, eyes darting back up to her, "But... I do like kissing."
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 11:29 pm
Sasha listened patiently as Jerry spoke. Her expression went through a myriad of changes before it finally settled on something that looked incredibly like resignation. She'd known that Jerry and Candace had had sex - it was hard not to listen when she'd been left to her own devices in the pod room.
It was a big step to take. Sasha had always dreamed that someday she'd find a sturdy husband. Maybe have a few children. Before her papa died, she'd been an almost-normal young woman; sheltered, yes, but normal. Sex wasn't something frivolous. It wasn't even openly discussed.
Sasha quelled her wandering thoughts, pressing her lips together as she gazed at Jerry. The pink, puckered tapestry of scars that marred his face, neck and beyond, the neat slice on his chin.
"I don't even see your um. Your scars. They're just. You. You know? Like your hair and your nose and your eyes."
Sasha wriggled a little closer.
"And your lips."
Hint, hint.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 12:18 am
Jerry bit his lip, eyes wide as he carefully chewed and digested what she had said. This was the only Jerry she knew. Candace... knew who he had been.
Candace had been what he wanted then, maybe. Stepping stones forward on the journey. He drew in a deep breath, pushing his glasses up his nose. This was who he was now.
Alpha wolf.
But not too-alpha wolf.
Just a little.
He leaned in gently, invitingly.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 7:50 am
Sasha's eyes zoned in on Jerry's lips when he leaned in. There was something energizing about being given control of the situation, and Sasha felt bolder for it. She lifted her hands to cup his face; one cheek, smooth - the other, textured with scars. An interesting combination.
Before she pressed her lips to his, she gave attention to the rest of his face. One soft little brush of her lips against his unscarred cheek. Another against the mark on his chin. A third, a fourth - his nose, his scars.
Finally his lips.
Closed mouth, explorative, curious. It felt safe here with him - and as the strangely soothing sounds of Enya carried on, Sasha parted her own trembling lips against his. She was nervous, but this was Jerry. This was comfortable.
She trusted him.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 9:39 am
A soft caress to his cheek, his chin, Jerry gave an equally soft sigh. By the time her lips met his, he was leaning back against the beanbag, his hands around her once more.
His own lips parted against her in a gentle, tender response.
His breath tasted of coffee and toast.
Not too quick. Not too rough. Inch by inch.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 10:31 am
The tickles in her chest migrated to her belly. It was a strange, new feeling, and Sasha wasn't sure she liked how unfamiliar it felt. Like a million butterflies were knocking around in her stomach. She hadn't felt this way the first time they'd kissed, but. This felt different.
Sasha paused, pulled away - a hair's breadth - as she seemed to mull over the taste of his breath. It wasn't unpleasant. The experience of breathing in his breath, giving him her own... it was encouraging.
And Sasha was very curious.
She dipped her head in again, lips parted, head tilted. The tip of her tongue brushed against the seam of his lips. It felt better this way, knowing that she was the one setting the pace. No rush - no pressure.
Nice and slow.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 8:59 pm
Jerry drew in a short breath. Follow her lead. Didn't want to scare her away.
His fingertips ere itching.
She smelled like coffee and damp grass and ocean breeze and shampoo...
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 9:37 pm
Sasha pulled back again, shifting slightly. Her eyes were a little glassy, cheeks pink. She looked worried.
"Is this.. is it okay?"
Her eyes dropped to his lips again and seemed to darken.
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