Figuring It Out
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Nothing's changed. But they are Saban's now. :D So that's a step up.
A/N:
rosabelle again. All her. Although this one's significantly less weird and more cute.
Rated: I'm gonna go with T again and over-rate it. Better safe than sorry. Pre-sex.
Figuring It Out
"Ashley, I-"
"Shhh," she whispered as she kissed his neck. They had been talking about it for the last half hour. Not to mention three weeks before that. She wasn't going to let him back out this time.
She slipped his jacket off, dropping it on the ground, then started tugging at his shirt. Andros stubbornly refused to lift his arms. But at least he had them wrapped around her now. She shrugged off her own jacket instead, and resumed kissing him.
She inched closer to him, pushing him back onto the bed. "Ashley-" he tried again.
She kissed his mouth.
He didn't object anymore as he opened his mouth to hers. She moaned softly, repositioning herself. There where far to many clothes between them. Ashley broke their kiss just long enough to take off her shirt. She got her arm caught in the sleeve in her haste, "Damn..."
"Ashley, maybe we should-"
"Shh!" She insisted, managing to free herself of the shirt. "Andros, we talked about this. You said you wanted too. If you're worried about me..."
Andros wasn't looking at her. He was looking anywhere but at her actually. "Andros? What's wrong?" Ashley asked, wondering if it was something she'd done.
"It's just," Andros swallowed hard. "I- I don't know what to do," he finally got out, staring firmly at a spot on the wall.
Ashley stared at him. A moment later, she let out a soft giggle, "That's ok. I don't either."
Andros looked at her, finally, "You don't?"
She shook her head, "It's my first time too."
Andros relaxed a little, sliding his hands onto her waist. "Oh," he said simply.
Ashley smiled down at him, "We can figure it out together. If you still want to."
Andros nodded, "I do," he said, pulling her down for another kiss.
A/N:
rosabelle again. All her. Although this one's significantly less weird and more cute.
Rated: I'm gonna go with T again and over-rate it. Better safe than sorry. Pre-sex.
Figuring It Out
"Ashley, I-"
"Shhh," she whispered as she kissed his neck. They had been talking about it for the last half hour. Not to mention three weeks before that. She wasn't going to let him back out this time.
She slipped his jacket off, dropping it on the ground, then started tugging at his shirt. Andros stubbornly refused to lift his arms. But at least he had them wrapped around her now. She shrugged off her own jacket instead, and resumed kissing him.
She inched closer to him, pushing him back onto the bed. "Ashley-" he tried again.
She kissed his mouth.
He didn't object anymore as he opened his mouth to hers. She moaned softly, repositioning herself. There where far to many clothes between them. Ashley broke their kiss just long enough to take off her shirt. She got her arm caught in the sleeve in her haste, "Damn..."
"Ashley, maybe we should-"
"Shh!" She insisted, managing to free herself of the shirt. "Andros, we talked about this. You said you wanted too. If you're worried about me..."
Andros wasn't looking at her. He was looking anywhere but at her actually. "Andros? What's wrong?" Ashley asked, wondering if it was something she'd done.
"It's just," Andros swallowed hard. "I- I don't know what to do," he finally got out, staring firmly at a spot on the wall.
Ashley stared at him. A moment later, she let out a soft giggle, "That's ok. I don't either."
Andros looked at her, finally, "You don't?"
She shook her head, "It's my first time too."
Andros relaxed a little, sliding his hands onto her waist. "Oh," he said simply.
Ashley smiled down at him, "We can figure it out together. If you still want to."
Andros nodded, "I do," he said, pulling her down for another kiss.