Afterthought

"Do you think I'm weird?"

Troy and Gabi were laying on his bed, staring at his ceiling.

"Any particular reason why I should?" She mused.

"Because I don't drink…because I haven't, y'know…" he swallowed. "Done much with girls."

She smiled softly. "No." she answered.

"Does it bother you?" He tipped his head over.

She tipped hers too and met his gaze with hers- steady and unwavering. "No."

"How many guys have you slept with?" He wondered.

Gabi swallowed. This was one of those questions that you shouldn't answer. If the number was too high, it could freak a guy out. In Troy's case, she guessed any number would freak him out, especially as he seemed to be worrying about his inexperience.

"I'm not going to answer that," she mused softly.

"Is it more than ten?" He wondered out loud. "Because less than ten I can kind of cope with…"

Oh Jesus, she definitely wasn't going to answer…

"It doesn't matter," she assured. "Is this an issue for you?"

They had been together for six months. It had been a common worry; something Troy mentioned now and then usually when they were making out and he cooled things off. She didn't know why he didn't go all the way with her; but she didn't mind that he didn't, either. She knew how he felt. He made that abundantly clear. She loved him, more and more each day.

"I want us to…y'know," he swallowed rolling onto his side and thumbing her cheek. "I feel ready."

"If you can't even say the words, Troy, you're not ready," she smiled lopsidedly.

"I want to make love with you," he blurted in response.

"Me too," she reciprocated.

"But I don't know how…"

"When it's right, it'll happen," she assured sweetly, kissing him for a long moment. He leaned across and pressed his body to hers; half covering her as their passion escalated on his dorm bed; a tight and restrictive space for them to make out on.

"Oh, not again," Donavan burst into the room and covered his eyes with his forearm. "You should really put the sign up…" He sighed as he came in regardless.

"Is it too late?" Troy arched, still laying atop Gabi.

Donovan chuckled, lowering his arm, and then realizing his friend wasn't joking as he flicked a look down their clothed but intimately entwined bodies.

"Oh, you weren't kidding…"

Troy sighed and rolled away from Gabi.

"Never mind," he assured, assuming a more company-friendly position on the bed.

"Don't mind me," Donovan teased and Gabi gave him a smirk.

"No free shows," she stuck her tongue out, curling into Troy's side.

His arm went around her shoulders.

"So, what are you two love-birds doing today?" Donovan enquired as he collected up his laundry and tossed it into a black sack.

"Having wild sex all day," Gabi replied seriously, making Donovan twist and frown, then roll his eyes as she smiled sweetly.

"I know you find it hard to actually stop kissing for five minutes," he told the pair. "But you should get out…all this cooping up inside isn't good for you."

"Hm, outdoor sex," Gabi considered teasingly. "What do you think, Troy?"

Troy gave her a direct look that told her he was turned on but he answered perfectly humorously for his room-mate's benefit.

"I think it's a great idea," he enthused.

"Can you two not even try and stop making out?" Donovan accused.

"Look, I'm sorry things didn't work out with Meredith," Troy offered of his buddy's break-up. "But couples kiss, buddy," he added pointedly.

"Not like you two," Donovan made a face, lifting his full sack of dirty clothing over his shoulder. "I'm gonna leave you to it…"

"Yay!" Gabi crowed teasingly, pushing Troy onto his back as she straddled him, leaving Donovan to make a pained face of bemusement.

"Can you at least wait until I'm gone?" He complained lightly, walking toward the door.

"Oh, you're still here?" Gabi called, grinning as she leaned down onto her elbows to kiss Troy's mouth. His hands rose slowly from her thighs upwards towards her ribs as their mouths met and their kiss took them away to another place.

"We should probably try and go out sometimes," Troy suggested with a soft voice as he broke away to unbutton the vest she was wearing. He brushed his thumbs over the hard peaks that pressed through her camisole and she sucked in a breath in response.

"Totally," she agreed breathlessly, tugging at his t-shirt hem to pull it over his head untidily.

"I mean, we don't want to be one of those couples who never see people, right?" He wriggled to kick off the jeans she had unfastened.

"No way," she ran her hands up his chest and kissed him again, harder. He groaned and bucked his hips to press his hardness in between her thighs that split as she straddled him. She made a noise in her throat and pulled off her own cami; reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

"Wait, I have it," he smiled mischievously and she looked into his eyes as he reached behind her with one hand and slipped the fastening free; leaving her bra to drop down her arms where he tossed it away, eyeing her naked skin with hunger; just like always when they did this.

"Where did you learn that?" She whispered breathlessly, rolling onto her back to unbutton and rid her shorts.

Troy took advantage of her submissive pose and rolled over onto her; taking her panties away, too. Her eyes met his.

"I'm naked, damn you," she accused.

"That's the way it should be," he smiled sweetly at her.

"You haven't answered my question," she sighed as he began to kiss down her neck.

"What question?"

"About where you learned to flip girls bras open one-handed," she chided, a little chagrined at the thought he had done that before, but not with her.

"Oh, you know…" He smiled against her skin.

She frowned, flipping him over so that she could straddle him once more.

"No, I don't know," she arched a brow.

"Around," he evaded mischievously.

"You've had practice," she guessed, writhing against him as his hands came up her sides and made her shudder deliciously.

"I wanted to get it right," he teased, cupping her cheek.

"Who did you practice with?" She leaned down and kissed a path down his chest, making him groan as she stopped at his boxer's band.

"No-one," he assured, palming her hair. "It's just a trick the boys learnt in my high-school…"

"And you use it now?" She drew down his boxers and took him into her hand; all the hard, aroused glory of him.

"Jesus," he hissed, jolting on the bed.

"If you want me to make this good you best 'fess up," she curved a smile, leaning down to lick his tip.

"Oh, god, anything is good," he groaned of her small touch, but his breaths resided as she hesitated.

He swallowed, grasping her elbows in gentle hands to draw her up his body. She sat across his hips.

"It was just a spur of the moment thing," he assured of his choice to bring that old trick out now of all times. He half wished he hadn't showcased it; the effect seemed lost on her. He had hoped it would be sexy, commanding. But she was worried he had used it on other girls.

"I love you, Troy," she told him then, leaning down to kiss him.

He tried to take back control, his fingers went through her hair; he cupped her neck and drew her mouth down so he could drive his tongue against hers and his hips jerked with the empty promise of what he wanted to do to her body; still virgin to penetrative sex.

"I love you too," he told her as he looked deeply into her eyes.

She fabricated a condom and showed him the packet.

"Do you want to?"

He swallowed. He was so nervous. God, he was so nervous, he mused. But he wanted to; he wanted to more than anything.

He nodded. She smiled.

He watched as she covered him with the thin rubber and then he touched her; inside and out until she couldn't take any more and then she took him deep into her hot, tight body as she rode above him; controlling their love-making.

"You look so beautiful up there," he murmured, curling up to kiss her breasts, flicking his tongue over her hard nipples.

She arched and cried out at how deep he went; at the way his body thrust gently into hers. She had never been in control like this; she had never been loved so wonderfully. The sweet, intimate closeness of their position let them kiss; let them touch and let them ride out their passion together. He knew exactly where to touch when the moment came and she rose with him; as high as heaven could take them without owning them completely. She convulsed around him as she came; he awed at that feeling, that moment of clarity right before he burst his seams and shuddered in ecstasy.

This wasn't sex, he mused. This was bliss. It was love, pure and blinding.

He curled his arms around her and held her close, kissing her temple.

"Wow," he mused of his first sexual experience. He had come in her hand before; and in her mouth. But making love with her, it was something else.

"I guess the moment was right," she smiled against his chest where he cuddled her.

"Are you okay?" He checked, tenderly running a hand down her back.

"I'm more than okay," she assured.

"It was amazing," he awed, licking his lips.

"You want to do it again?" She leaned up, arching a brow.

He kissed her lips. "You bet."

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