summary: he was her first kiss many years earlier, but now she was asking him for something a little more…complicated.
ages: jacques 19; josée 17
warning: sex! descriptive first time sex. not super graphic, but still…not for kiddos.

La Premiére | 2/2

Their little "not-date" was going exceptionally well - at least Jacques thought it was. Josée seemed a little nervous; it was pretty obvious that this was the night he planned to "surprise" her. She had every right to be nervous. He was, too.

After all, he'd been thinking about this night nonstop since Josée first brought it up. It'd only been a week, but Jacques had been very distracted (annoyingly so, Josée mentioned) during practices at the rink.

But now, Jacques hoped, she was starting to see why. He really went all out - reservations at the most expensive restaurant in Montreal, really delicious, quality wine that he let Josée have a little bit of (but not too much), and then a long, leisurely drive back to his apartment.

Josée had to admit, she was enjoying herself significantly more than she ever did with Francois. She started to consider that maybe she never liked Francois that much at all - maybe she was just projecting 'cause he was her first boyfriend. Or…maybe Jacques was just better than Francois at dating.

She wouldn't be surprised. Jacques was wonderful at most things he did - otherwise she wouldn't bother keeping him around. It was their shared love of beauty and perfection that made them the epitome of partnership in their ice dancing performances.

On this…fake-date with Jacques, Josée had an unfamiliar feeling in her gut. She was used to his flattery and she was used to being happy around him. But the feeling was more like something she'd get around her mama - like something was beating at the sides of her stomach.

She was nervous. Anxious, even.

And that was ridiculous! It was just Jacques. And he was teaching her something that even the dregs of society managed to do without batting an eye, so why should she have any nervousness or trouble at all? She'd be better than anyone else Jacques had had…sex with. He'd want to give her a gold medal.

…she hoped.

So stupid. It's just Jacques, it's just Jacques - she said in her head at least a thousand times throughout the date. The not-date! Ughh, it was so frustrating. She hated feeling nervous. It was something only losers should feel!

They arrived at Jacques' apartment and Josée felt her heart start to beat even faster. If that was possible, anyway. Jacques reached over the car divider, put his hand over hers, and smiled. "Josée?" he asked, gently rubbing her hand with his thumb. "Are you sure you-"

He was cut off by her kissing him very suddenly and very roughly. Well, that was kind of an answer. She was still shaking a bit, but Jacques knew she'd never admit to being nervous so asking was pointless. He kissed her back gently and smiled again as they separated.

Without a word, he hopped out of his seat and walked around the car to help Josée out of hers. "My princess," he said with a bright smile and his arms outstretched.

She smirked at him and took his hand, expecting him to let her down on the ground. Instead, she was very quickly pulled into his arms and carried bridal-style, just like when he'd carried her after the break up with Francois.

She loved it.

—–

Jacques wasn't one hundred percent sure how he should initiate this. He thought about just taking her to his bedroom…but they were comfortably chatting on the couch. Everything was as casual and normal as always. So suddenly suggesting they have sex might throw it off a bit.

But, as she always seemed to be, Josée was a step ahead of him. During a lull in conversation, she scooted closer to him and leaned against his chest.

Jacques responded with a nervous arm around her shoulder.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Josée interrupted. "Jacques…let's…go to your room."

She was blushing and refusing to look up at him and Jacques hated himself for being turned on by her shyness. She was just…so cute. He leaned down and kissed her temple before reaching his arms around and picking her up bridal-style again.

Josée wrapped her arms around his neck and Jacques smiled brightly at her. "Whatever you want, Josée!" he said earnestly, getting a cute smile in response.

She kissed his cheek as he carried her to his bedroom, where she was greeted by dim lighting - there were candles everywhere and she could make out the rose petals on the bed and the floor.

"Do you do this for every person you sleep with?" she asked with a smirk.

He blushed. "Ah…no, just the…really, really special ones!" Honestly, he'd never done rose petals and candles before. But it was a big romantic gesture in all the movies that Josée might've seen and he wanted to make sure she understood how serious he was about this.

The entire time she was leaning against his chest, Jacques could feel just how fast her heart was beating. Happily, he noticed that it was finally going down to a normal pace. He really just wanted her to be comfortable.

Slowly, he leaned down and placed Josée on his bed, letting his eyes glide up and down her body before he crawled on top of her.

They'd done this before - cuddled or kissed while in his bed - how had he never thought this would happen?

Eagerly, he leaned down and started to kiss her neck, only to be immediately pushed off. Jacques felt his heart stop. Did she change her mind?

"C-can we just…start with regular kissing?" she asked quietly without looking up at him.

His heart swelled. "Of course, mon chou…" He let one of his hands crawl under her back and lifted her into a nice arch as his lips pressed into hers.

Josée was making what Jacques would consider the absolute cutest noises he'd ever heard; he started to massage her back and his other arm was pressed into the mattress above her head. Josée gripped his shoulders tightly and kissed him back with with fervor. She was still noticeably nervous and he just wanted to relax her any way he could.

After a minute of that, she still felt tense. Jacques slowly lifted his head and gave her little pecks on the lips between his words. "Josée…we can stop…if you wa-"

He was cut off (again!) by Josée grabbing his head and crashing his lips into hers. Oh no, she definitely didn't want to stop. He tried not to be too happy about it.

They kept kissing for a bit and Jacques gradually made his way back to her neck, this time Josée didn't push him off and instead let out a quiet whimper of what was clearly pleasure. He sucked on her neck a bit and moved his hands down.

"Josée, I'm going to take your dress off now…if that's alright," he mumbled.

She whined. "Don't ask my permission for-" She paused to shudder as his fingers brushed against the skin on her thighs, "for every stupid thing you do!"

Jacques smirked. "I'm just trying to make sure you're comfortable…"

She pouted and glared at him. "I'm comfortable!"

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again while he pushed up her dress. "Don't get testy just because you're embarrassed…"

She didn't even get a chance to be mad about his comment - she was too distracted by his skin brushing against her stomach and her dress being pushed up so her lacy white underwear and bra were revealed.

Jacques blushed, not able to draw his eyes away from the cuteness. "I thought you only owned sports bras?"

Josée made a noise and Jacques pushed her dress the rest of the way off, tossing it to the side. She was blushing furiously. "I…didn't think a sports bra would be sexy," she said while looking away from him.

Jacques leaned down and kissed her again. She dressed up! Not just her outerwear, but her underwear! For him! There was nothing cuter in the entire world.

Hesitantly, Jacques started kissing her chest, focusing especially on the valley between her small breasts.

She bit her lip at that contact and grabbed onto his head with both hands, absentmindedly running her fingers through his hair while he brought a hand up to massage her breast through her bra.

She whimpered a bit and Jacques knew he needed to hear more. He scooted up a bit and kissed her again - using his hands to push her back into a nice arc so he could unhook her bra.

This was entirely new territory for them. They'd changed in front of each other plenty of times, but…never to this point. It was, at this moment, that Jacques decided to linger and really savor it for what it was.

She didn't move as he slowly slid her bra straps over her arms and threw it to wherever her dress was. And she looked absolutely beautiful. He leaned up to stare down at her - almost naked and totally flushed and covering her eyes out of embarrassment - and he never wanted to forget the moment.

"Josée…"

"Wh-what?" She spoke quickly and sounded nervous.

He smiled and tugged at her arms. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen," he said with a genuine glint in his eyes.

Josée was staring up at him as he spoke and blushed even more heavily, if that were even possible. "…you don't have to butter me up…"

He leaned down and pecked her lips a few times. "I just couldn't help but speak my mind, mon chou! You look so cute and shy…it's so rare for me to see this side of you!"

She pushed at his chest. "W-well! Don't get used to it! This is j-just for tonight!" She was so embarrassed that she was stuttering through her words, which was just embarrassing her further. To Josée, it was like her own little cycle of Embarrassment Hell.

He kissed her again and started massaging her naked breasts, giving her hardened nipples extra attention when he noticed how they were reacting. She squeaked as he moved his head down and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, licking and sucking it while Josée panted at the unfamiliar sensation.

Jacques lifted his head up to look at her and make sure she was enjoying herself. "…do you like how that feels, Josée?"

She whimpered and blushed - nodding rather than giving him a verbal answer.

Jacques took that as a good sign and started to move his head back down when one of Josée's hands clawed into his shirt.

"O-off!"

"Hm?" Jacques asked.

"T-take your shirt off!" she said with a huff - it almost sounded angry, but Jacques knew she was just frustrated. Adorable.

He sat up and reached over his head to pull off his shirt - normally he'd be concerned about what that might do to his hair, but he was in a hurry. Still, he gave her a little bit of a show - smiling and shaking his hips while he took off the shirt.

Josée growled. "Stop…stop acting so smug!"

He tossed his shirt to the side and leaned over her, a hand on either side of her torso. "Josée, I have never had and will never again have the chance to be this smug. Let me enjoy it."

She growled again and rubbed her hands up his arms, enjoying his sculpted muscles and how they felt under her dainty fingers. Jacques shivered at the contact and kissed her gently again before moving down to continue what he was doing before.

Josée gripped his shoulders while he continued to give attention to her chest: massaging, kissing, and sucking all around. She gradually started to notice a warm tingling feeling in the bottom of her stomach and she rubbed her thighs together underneath him.

Jacques noticed and moved his head up. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Just…" She shook her head. "I feel weird…and hot…"

He smiled at the look on her face and rubbed down her sides with his hands. "Do you want me to do something about it?"

After a second of hesitation, Josée nodded and whimpered as Jacques started tugging down her cute, lacy underwear. He loved that she got a matching set. So….so cute.

He slowly pulled them down and kissed all along her thigh and calf as he pulled them off and threw them in the direction of his pile of their clothes.

Jacques moved back to look at Josée when he found himself entranced - she was flushed, naked, shy, and waiting for him…if he had a camera, he'd desperately want a picture of this moment.

Josée glared up at him. "Wh-…what are you waiting for?" She said with a shaky voice.

He chuckled. "I'm just enjoying the view…gimme a moment."

She responded with an annoyed grunt that Jacques just thought was absolutely adorable…and totally sexy. But that may have been more because of her fully naked self laying in front of him still. No Jacques, he had to remind himself, this is not a dream. This is real. It's really, really happening.

"How long are you gonna sit there?" she asked with a huff. "You still have your pants on, y'know!"

Jacques chuckled and moved his hands to the zipper of his pants when what she said really hit him. His would probably be the first penis she'd ever seen. That…that actually made him a little nervous. Obviously it wouldn't disappoint – he knew he was a well endowed guy – but still. Her first. She'd probably never even seen one in a movie before. She was so innocent it was almost criminal.

"…well?"

Jacques exhaled loudly and slowly shoved down his pants. "I'm going, I'm going."

She stared at his boxers and then glared up at his face. "Are you embarrassed suddenly?!"

He cleared his throat and stuck his fingers in the elastic. "No, no, sorry. Just…give me a sec!"

"I'm sitting here naked so forgive me for not feeling sorry for you!"

With an obnoxious eyeroll, Jacques took off his boxers and threw them off to the side. "There! Happy?"

He looked up at her face and she was staring down at his…assets. She wasn't even blinking. Just staring. It made him both flattered and uncomfortable at the same time. There was no verbal reaction…no nodding, no equivocal head turn…just continued staring.

"J…Josée-?"

"So you just…put that inside me?" she asked suddenly.

Jacques felt the blood drain from his face. "Uh-uh, we, I, um…we can start off slower than that…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't want to hurt you, after all."

Josée blinked up at him. "Hurt?"

He blinked back. "…y…es?"

"Why would it hurt?"

Jacques felt like dying. He didn't think he'd have to explain every little detail to her! Didn't she take sex ed in school? Maybe her fancy, special private school didn't go into detail. He wouldn't be surprised. Sighing, he spoke without thinking. "Well, your first time can hurt. My last girlfriend sa-"

He paused and considered what he was saying.

Josée glared at him. "Who?!"

"Ah, no! I meant that, um, in my experience, um-!" Foot in mouth, Jacques. "Some of my…partners have said that it hurts a little…like…stings? A bit? Sometimes?"

She continued glaring at him and Jacques felt like he'd done something very wrong. Which, all things considered, he had, but, still…he didn't feel like staying on this topic. Instead, he quickly moved his hand to her crotch and started stroking his fingers between her folds.

Josée gasped and moved her hands up to his shoulders, squeezing them tightly.

He stroked a little faster. "Does that feel good, Josée?"

She whined and blushed, squeezing his shoulders even tighter. "D-don't change the subject!"

"Hm?" He stopped moving his fingers. "Do you want me to st-"

"JACQUES!" she yelled, digging her nails into his arms.

He smirked and went back to what he was doing, enjoying her squeaks and the adorable blush across her face. She wiggled a bit and crossed her arms over her eyes and he smiled even bigger. "Ahh, Josée you are so cute!" Then he leaned down and attempted to kiss her lips with her arms in the way.

"Ugh!" she growled. "I hate when you're sm-smug!"

Jacques ignored her complaints since he noticed just how wet she was – not to mention her whining and moaning getting louder every second. He moved his head down to kiss her neck and gradually stuck a finger inside of her.

Josée gasped louder than ever and quickly grabbed onto his wrist with both hands, shaking underneath him.

Jacques blinked. "J-Josée, it's okay-"

"You can't just-!" she mumbled, still shaking. "Y-you can't do that with no warning!"

He tried not to smile. "I thought you didn't want me to ask permission for everything?"

With her hands slowly loosening their grip, she leaned her head back onto the pillow and sighed. "R…ight. Okay…right." She let go of his wrist and moved her hands up next to her head. "Just…give me more warning next time."

Jacques nuzzled his nose into her neck and kissed it lightly. "I'm sorry, mon chou…" He slowly moved his fingers to where they were before and started moving the middle finger into her.

Josée grabbed a pillow and covered her face with it in an attempt to quiet her whines; she felt so obnoxiously loud that she wanted to die. It was so embarrassing and Jacques was just eating it up!

But as his finger started grinding into her, she felt her hips start to move in rhythm with him. It was even more embarrassing, but it felt…it felt so good. She didn't want him to stop.

After a good twenty seconds of that, Josée couldn't stop herself from breathing his name. "Ah-! J-Jacques…"

His eyes widened and his heart set on fire. Jacques immediately attacked her neck with kisses and started grinding his finger further into her, using his thumb to rub circles around her clit as she continued to moan and writhe underneath him. He felt like fireworks were going off in his head and he wanted her to say his name like that again.

"Josée…" he mumbled into her neck. "Is it alright if I…"

She squeezed his neck and Jacques felt himself flush. "…i-is it…um…"

"Wh-what?" she asked between breaths.

He felt so suddenly embarrassed at the idea of saying it out loud. Jacques shoved his face into her neck and started mumbling. "D-do you want me to…"

Josée froze and closed her eyes. "If you…if you think I'm…ready…" she mumbled, feeling stupid and anxious and…and stupid.

He licked her skin. "…do you think you're ready?"

She nodded and bit her lip, rubbing her hands up to the back of his head. "It's why I'm here, i-isn't it?!"

In a sudden bout of confidence, Jacques grabbed her hips and grinded his groin into hers. She gasped and moaned and Jacques nibbled on her neck a bit before sitting up.

"Let me just, um…get a…" He reached over to the dresser next to his bed and pulled out a condom.

Josée took one look at it in his hand and immediately turned her head away, blushing deeply. Just the sound of him unwrapping it was making her heart race, and his grunt as he put it on made her feel more nervous than she'd ever felt in her life.

"O-okay, Josée…don't…don't be nervous, just, um…" He grabbed her hips again and positioned himself in front of her. "…just try to relax, okay?"

She nodded and spread out her legs a little further – an easy task for her considering her flexibility, but it felt more difficult than usual. Her head was hot and she was so anxious.

Slowly, Jacques leaned forward and started pushing the tip in. He noticed Josée grip the sheets tightly and stops where he was at. "If you want to stop-"

"No!" She still had her eyes closed and was turned away from him. "I d-don't want to stop! Just-!" Her chest rose up and down as her breathing evened out. "Just go slow…"

"R-right," he mumbled, positioning himself again. "I just…want you to be comfortable, okay?" He saw her nod and moved his hands back to her hips, grabbing them firmly but gently. "Okay…okay…here we go."

Josée whined loudly as Jacques pushed himself inside of her. She kept her eyes shut tight and flinched just the slightest bit – almost enough to make Jacques want to pull out and apologize for the rest of the night – but then she relaxed and her grip of the sheets loosened up.

With that in mind, he started grinding slowly into her, constantly reminding himself that this is for her, not for him. She had to come first. Or if he didn't even come at all, that was fine. This was about her.

She didn't even get the chance to cover her mouth before she let out an especially loud moan – making her feel even more embarrassed than before, if that were possible. But she couldn't help it…it felt amazing. He was doing so little, but it felt like so much.

Jacques' felt hearts floating out of his head at her moans and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being inside her and making her feel so good. This was even better than he could've imagined. She was just…so tight. And she was small, so he knew that beforehand, but he didn't know just what that meant. Goddamn!

Josée gripped his wrists again and rolled her head around, breathing out his name very quietly as he kept hitting her deeper and deeper. She wrapped her legs around his back and squeezed him closer to her without even thinking about it.

In a bout of that smugness that Josée hated so much, Jacques leaned down and started kissing her jaw sloppily and made his way up to her ear. "I'm sorry Josée…I couldn't hear you…" He kissed her earlobe. "What was that?"

She shivered visibly and dug her nails into his skin. "D-don't be so…mmm…so smug!"

He responded with a chuckle and a hard thrust, making Josée whine and say his name even louder.

"I'm starting to think you like it when I'm smug…" he mumbled as he grabbed her inner thighs and spread them apart a bit further. He wanted to hit even deeper. He wanted to hit as deep as possible so she could always remember her first time being amazing no matter who else she slept with.

"N-no, I-" Josée started to protest, but Jacques hit a particularly good spot and she couldn't keep up. Instead, she let out a loud moan and moved her arms around his neck, squeezing him close and starting to pant. She felt like she was getting close to something, but she wasn't sure what it was. She whined louder and hoped she wasn't making him bleed with how much her nails were digging.

He continued kissing her neck and moved his mouth next to her ear. "Are you…are you close?"

She nodded even though she wasn't one hundred percent sure what she was talking about. She felt…close. She felt like something was happening and it was unfamiliar, but it made her want to scream.

Jacques lightly bit her earlobe and suddenly yanked her hips closer to him, then started thrusting down even harder into her. He knew she was about to come and he wanted to make sure it was amazing.

And it was. Josée screeched and clenched her eyes shut tightly as everything suddenly went white (or was it gold?) and squeezed him as tight as possible.

He could feel her clenching around him and continued to thrust into her until he finally came a few seconds later – thankful he remembered to grab a condom 'cause he would not have been able to pull out in time.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing, Jacques leaned down to press his forehead against hers and opened his eyes to watch her bask in afterglow. He considered, at that moment, that he should tell her that he loved her. He really, really wanted to. Was this the right time? Would there ever be a better time? He started to open his mouth to at least say something charming and not idiotic, but instead he just asked, "…how did that compare to a gold medal?"

Josée shuddered and held him close. Her breathing had started to even out, but she still felt like she'd just been on a roller coaster. "It was…" She sighed dreamily. "…almost as good."

Though some people might've been bothered by that sort of answer, Jacques couldn't imagine a better possible compliment from his partner. His heart raced as he once again considered telling her something romantic. "Josée…I-"

"I-I want some water," Josée mumbled, not realizing what she just interrupted.

Jacques sat up. "Ah, um-! Sure! Let me just-" He started to get up without realizing that he was still inside her, making Josée gasp loudly as he suddenly pulled out. He grimaced and covered the sides of his head with his hands. "I'm so sorry! I didn't-"

"It's fine!" she said while waving her hands. "Just go get the water."

He nodded and hopped off the bed, praying to whatever God was out there that he made sure to lock the door before running naked through his apartment.. First off he stopped off in the bathroom to toss out his used condom and then quickly ran to the kitchen.

While he was gone, Josée took the minute she had to herself to really…soak in what had just happened. She still felt hot and sticky and tired – but none of that in a bad way, and she wasn't used to the feeling, but she definitely wanted to feel it again. She just had sex with Jacques. With her ice dancing partner of eleven years. Sex. She'd never felt so…mature. And yet, simultaneously, she felt like a child. It was a really strange feeling of anxiety mixed with pleasure and she wondered if Jacques ever felt the anxious part of it anymore…since he was such an "expert," after all.

She knew he was a little nervous about this particular experience, but that seemed to be more because it was her than because of the actual act. The thought of making him nervous about doing something he was totally familiar with made her happy – it was good to know she wasn't the only one who felt a little weird about what they did.

Hopefully he didn't regret it, though. She'd mentioned before that it was fine if he didn't like having sex with her…but realistically, she really hoped he enjoyed it. She definitely enjoyed it and kind of wanted to repeat it…but if he wasn't interested, well. Then she'd have to find someone else, she supposed.

Josée played with the sheets and tugged the blanket over her naked body. She still couldn't believe she was naked in Jacques' bed. It was so weird.

And with that thought, he burst back into the room, gently shutting the door behind him and leaning over in all his nude glory to hand her the glass. He noticed her eyes linger downwards and tried not to smile about it, rather he chose to focus on what he wanted to say to her.

"Josée?" he asked, laying down next to her. "There's, um…something I'd like to say…"

She quirked up an eyebrow at him and sipped at her water.

He chuckled as he realized she really didn't have any idea what he wanted to say. It made him more nervous, actually…like maybe this was a stupid idea. But still. He'd gone this far. Time to say it. Time to open his big mouth and say the magic words in the hopes that Josée would be swept off her feet and say the words back to him rather than give him a weird look and judge him for using her naivete as a way to get closer to her.

"…I-"

He froze as the sound of his next door neighbor slamming their door. It wasn't super loud, but as he looked down at Josée's face, it became obvious that she had also heard it and it definitely made her uncomfortable.

"…is that your neighbor?" she asked, her voice small and nervous-sounding.

"…probably, yes," Jacques answered with an awkward chuckle. "He probably had a bad day at work…shouldn't be too loud anymore…"

Josée looked back and forth between the door and her partner before nodding and scooting further under his covers. "So…is there…anything else?"

Jacques laid down next to her, leaning on his arm. "We could, um…cuddle? And just…fall asleep together…if you want…" He smiled at her.

She played with her hands and looked up at him innocently. "…that sounds nice…"

He nodded and reached over the bed to grab his boxers. Didn't want to make her uncomfortable with his morning wood or something stupid like that. He put them on and looked over at her. "Do you want a shirt?"

She nodded.

Jacques looked around the floor to try and find her dress without any luck, instead grabbing onto his shirt instead. He blushed a bit at the thought and held it out to her. "Is this okay?"

She took it from his hands and put it on, hesitating only for a second. Once she was dressed, she pulled back the covers and patted the bed.

He'd been planning on spooning her while laying on top of the blanket, but hell, if she was alright with it, so was he. Jacques scooted inside and wrapped the covers over them, pulling Josée to his chest and leaning his head down to nuzzle against hers. He wanted to snuggle with her comfortably, but he still couldn't get the thought out of his head that he should be saying something dramatic to her at that very moment. As he thought about all the romantic potential outcomes to his confession, he brought up a hand to brush some hair behind her ear. She was beautiful. He loved being with her. He wanted to say that out loud. Normally he had no problem complimenting her to an embarrassing degree, but…now it felt a little odd.

Josée cuddled closer to his chest and sighed a little bit at the feeling of his hands draped around her waist and back. "…so does…do you only ever do it one time?"

He rubbed her back. "Ah, well…I don't want to overdo it this first time, but…if you…ever wanted to again…"

She smiled without looking up at him, choosing to snuggle into his chest some more and wrap her hands around his neck. "Mmm…" She rubbed down his shoulders to his chest.

"…Josée?"

"I think…" She twirled her finger into a circle in the middle of his chest. "…that...doing this regularly…could be beneficial to our partnership…" She said quietly. Maybe, deep down, she felt like it could be beneficial to more than just their partnership, but…no need to make Jacques uncomfortable.

He smiled and kissed her head. "Anything you want, Josée." He repeated that a few times in his head while he watched her slowly start to relax more and more until finally her breathing turned into a very light snoring. His heart soared. She was so cute, he could hardly stand it. And he knew that he wanted this sight – this beautiful image of his partner falling asleep in his arms – he wanted it to be just his.

He'd always been a little worried that he was falling for her. It was hard not to – she was smart, beautiful, cunning, dedicated…but this was the final straw. There was no fighting it any longer. He was absolutely, one hundred percent in love with his partner.