This Is Where We Both Get Scared. [Xio]

[Evan Warner]

okay! This is the official Evan-and-Xio-losing-virginity thread.
Wooo! So it’s closed.
And there’s mature stuff going on.
So don’t read it if you don’t like that.
Timmay.

Evan’s heart pounded harder and harder with every step he took towards his dorm. It wasn’t his fault, promise! His mind was just too over-whelmed. First off, he was still in complete shock that Xio said ‘yes’ to being his girlfriend. But not only that, but he couldn’t believe that he just told the girl of his dreams that he was is in love with her. Really, though. He was expecting her to laugh or give an excuse against it. But, no, to his utmost relief, she didn’t say anything like that. She actually said that she was in love with him, too. Could anyone believe that? Because Evan certainly couldn’t. And he definitely couldn’t believe what he was going to attempt next. If he even made it that far. Which, he doubted he would with the way his knees were trembling under his lack of weight and the way his palms were sweating an embarrassing amount against hers. Oh Jesus, he thought, discretely wiping his other palm on the front of his jeans, Kill me.

In the back of his mind, despite all the craziness and turmoil going on within him, he couldn’t help but replay every phrase that Xio had even uttered in the amount of time they’ve been together. “Do I have to write it out, or I can just say yes?” and his new personal favorite saying, “I love you, too, Evan Warner. You--you’re my whole life.” Those were the two things that stood out in his mind most. Others were the sound of her laugh, the brightness in her smile, the sparkle in her eyes, the taste and feel of her lips… The boy had it bad. That was for sure. And he actually had no problem with that whatsoever. He actually liked knowing that he could comfortable say that he was in love, despite the fact that right now, he was more nervous than hell.

He flexed his hand in hers as he lead her to his room, reluctantly untangling his fingers to fish his key from his pocket. Why he even bothered to lock it is a good question. After all, he was the only one that lived there. But then again, it gave him an excuse to keep his clammy hands to himself. He pushed open the door, smiling nervously over to her, taking her hand and tugging her inside. Evan pulled her close to him, his arms automatically going around her waist as he kicked the door shut with his foot. He kissed her softly, smiling against her lips. “I’m so in love with you, Xio Beckett,” he mumbled against her lips.

He guided her forward, his lips lightly pecking at hers, until the back of her knees hit the bed, causing him to fall on top of her. He couldn’t help but blush, feeling embarrassed for how nervous he was. But he couldn’t help himself. He was about to face his biggest fear. Something he never dreamed about doing in his life. That was a lie, he certainly dreamt of it. But nothing more. “Sorry,” he mumbled under his breath, hiding his embarrassment with a more passionate kiss. Evan pulled her closer, one of his hands finding their way from her shoulder to behind her neck.

Allowing his body to take over, he kissed her harder before pulling away. He stared at her for a moment, a little breathless from both passion and nerves. He swallowed hard in another vain attempt to calm himself. Would he ever learn that it never worked? “Xio,” he breathed against her lips. The whole idea and situation was beginning to make his head spin, causing him to fumble and lose his words. “I-I-I,” he stammered out quietly, attempting to think straight. It was funny to think that most of the time he was confident enough to just announce things without a second thought – because he knew what he wanted to say. Only now, he knew what he wanted to say, he just didn’t know how. Not with the way she was lying beneath him, their bodies fitting together like a couple of puzzle pieces.

Attempt two. He sucked in another breath before exhaling slowly. “Xio,” he tried against, his voice soft and slow. “I want t- Can I be,” he swallowed again, closing his eyes out of sheer nervousness. Would this be taking it too far? He just wanted to prove that he loved her. So what better way than to conquer his biggest fear with her? Thinking it over again, saying it flat out may make him seem like a pig; like all he wanted her for was for her body. Which wasn’t true. He loved her for every aspect of her being.

“I-I-I want to p-prove how much I love y-you,” Evan whispered slowly, his inevitable stutter taking over his speech. “I wan- C-c-can I be your… first?” he asked, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He opened his eyes again, looking at her sheepishly. Honestly, he didn’t care if she said no; he didn’t want to push her into it and he told her so. “It’s o-okay if you don’t want to,” he added quickly, blushing deeper. “I-I don’t want you to do anything you d-don’t want to,” he said with a meek smile.

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[Xio Beckett]

HomigoshItsFinallyHappening. <3
Enjoy, lovelies.

Her steps were light but eager as they following willing behind Evan’s; hand tight around his, side by side. Her heart was raging against her rib cage, threatening to swell up and burst from so much….perfection. From so much happiness. He was perfect. And he made her happy. I don’t think you fully understand just how she was feeling at the moment. Here was Xio--the girl who used to be afraid just to look at people because they would glare back and she was in love. Not only that, but Evan loved her back. It didn’t get much crazier than that. She had to keep herself from squealing out loud and she had t fight the urge every few second to jump into the air and grin stupidly because she was the luckiest girl alive, bar none. That girl who was on T.V? Xio was luckier. That girl who had a million dollars? Xio was happier. That girl who had just confessed how she felt to the guy of her dreams? Well, that is her and guess what? He fucking loved her back.

She was so far gone that it took her more than a few minutes to float back to reality (though she couldn’t quite land, nor did she want to) and understand that it wasn’t her that making Evan shake--he was shaking! For the first time in all the time she had known him, his hands were shaking against hers in a state of nervousness that was more than familiar to Xio. That was her thing. This was what she did when she got nervous, but Evan? Evan didn’t get nervous. He wasn’t shy. Evan always knew what to say, he always had a come back, a witty remark. How was it that he was silent and nervous when that just didn’t fit his normal façade? It was certainly surprising to Xio. She always found it difficult to imagine him being shy and well, like her and here he was, nervous as hell and let me tell you, it was fucking adorable. There’s just no way to describe how much she wanted to stop and just hug him and whisper in his ear how much she meant to him and she would have, had it not been for evident eagerness to escape the cold winter that blanketed their school.

She almost whined when he let go of her hand, even if it was to open his dorm and get them out of the cold but she forced herself to be patient. She had the rest of her life to be with to. She had rest of her life to hold his hand and feel him arms around her. She had the rest of her life with him Yeah, this is definitely where you get jealous because she had the rest of her with Evan Warner and well, who didn’t want to spend the rest of their life with someone so amazing, he made it hard to breathe at a normal pace when you spoke to him? And just in case you’re wondering, yeah, that’s exactly was Xio’s heart was still doing. If she didn’t regulate it soon, she was going to faint from lack of oxygen because he made it so hard to remember to breath. Seriously.

You have no idea how thankful she was that Evan had his own dorm. For once the fact that all his roommates were dead didn’t even phase her. All that mattered was that there was a place where she could be alone with him and they had something that was their’s and their’s alone. She happily followed into the room and out of the chill of the heater less halfway and pressed her body against his for a tight hug. Her hands mimicked his, wrapping tightly around his waist and she kissed him back, her grin wide and practically permanent. “And I am so in love with you, Evan Warner,” She mumbled back, her lips grazing over his.

Lips still attached to his, she moved backwards and kept him close, his body guiding her where he wanted her to be. The back of her knees hit a familiar bed and she let her body fall back on his mattress, relishing the familiar scent of the bed where they had laid so many nights, just talking about anything and everything and kissed for countless hours. “Isokay,” she mumbled stupidly and brought her head up to meet him halfway for a deep kiss. It didn’t matter how many times it happened, his body pressed against hers always sent a shock of electricity through her that made her skin prickle with delight.

She laughed ever so lightly against his lips and kissed him back, matching his passion with every breath. She didn’t understand why he was so nervous. He never got nervous. Not even around her. She had seen a movie once. And there was always that one line that stood out to her. Where the man titled his head ever so slightly and gazed at Natalie Portman before telling her, her eulogy. “She was disarming.” Now, God knows Xio isn’t disarming and she didn’t find herself anywhere near as gorgeous as Natalie Portman but something in her truly felt the weight of those words. The meaning was so much clearer now. Sure, they made sense before, but one never really understood something until you felt them they way she felt them now. To her, he was disarming. He made feel like she was going to fall apart. Like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall and at the last moment, he always pulled her back. “Hmm?” She ran an absent hand through his hair and pulled him in for another soft kiss before resting her lips against his. She stopped herself, intent of understanding what he was trying to say but the poor boy just couldn’t get it out.

“Yeah…” she prompted him lovingly, her thumb grazing his cheek slowly. She gazed up at him, doing her best to fathom what he possibly wanted to say that he couldn’t get out because once again, Evan Warner was not the type of guy to be shy. Especially not around her. He was always the bold one in the relationship. He always initiated she happily followed and here was, afraid to tell her something? It must have been important. As important as his confession in the tower, she concluded and smiled up at him.

“I-I-I want to p-prove how much I love y-you.”

Xio’s eyebrows crinkled and smiled and confused smile, not putting the words and the common sense together. But I believe you, she wanted to say. I love you back…but she let him go on and then it all made sense.

“I wan- C-c-can I be your… first?”

Her pulse skipped and she stared up at the boy in blank surprise but her cheeks went ahead and turn red, the heat rose along her neck two seconds later. Had he--did he---? She swallowed the shy disbelief in her throat and licked her dry lips, looking for response. He wanted to? With her? Really? She blushed a deeper red and bit back an innocent smile. Wow. This wasn’t a dream--it couldn’t be. Someone would have woken her up by now if it had been. Holyshit. She blinked again. How many times had she pictured him saying this to her? Had she fallen asleep imagining the flush of his body against hers. This was more than just sex; he loved her. And more than just the though of finally fully being with someone, what made her so happy inside was that it was with him and not only would he be her first. She would be his.

God, this boy was so amazing. Even now, he was concerned with what she wanted. Only someone who truly someone would ask, not demand. Would wait, no matter how much they wanted it. The words made her so much more definite and ready. “Yes,” she whispered, though it was hardly audible and nodded. “She inhaled a deep breath and smiled up at him. “I want you to be my first,” she whispered against his lips more confidently. I want it to be you..” Xio kissed his lips passionately and pulled him tightly against herself. “I love you, Evan…make love to me.”

[Evan Warner]

He gulped back his nerves as she just stared blankly at him. It was the second time that night that she gave him that look. So that could possibly be a good sign, right? Evan’s heart pounded harder and harder against his chest as he held his breath in anticipation. Maybe he was wrong to ask her such a thing. Despite the fact they’ve done everything but have sex was a little nerve wracking now that he was actually asking for the one thing they haven’t done. The one thing that he couldn’t quite understand his fear of. But with Xio, there were no more fears. He wanted her and only her. No one else. And he meant that with all of his heart.

He was really beginning to wonder if he really had said the wrong thing. That this was taking it too far. That she didn’t want that yet – or ever. Maybe it was all too much for one night. He almost, once again, interjected the silence to tell her that no, it’s alright. She didn’t have to if she didn’t want to. That he was sorry to have asked her so suddenly. He took in a silent breath, ready to tell her all of his thoughts. But that was before he heard the tiny ‘yes’ she whispered. Did he imagine it or did she really breathe out the three letter word he was dying to hear?

“I want you to be my first.”

He felt his heart give way and collapse inside of him as the words left her lips, relief and happiness washing over him. Evan couldn’t even describe how incredibly happy he was. He couldn’t even grasp onto the idea that he was going to make love to Xio, the most amazing girl on the planet. The girl that he couldn’t eat, sleep, breathe or blink without thinking about first. He allowed her to pull him close to her, kissing her back just as passionately. He pulled away, his eyes half shut, a grin prominent on his lips. “I love you, too, Xio,” he whispered against her mouth, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He lifted his body up slightly, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it blindly aside before returning his lips to hers. Maybe it was the sudden lack of heat or that’s just what he wanted himself to believe, but either way, he couldn’t stop trembling. It was almost stupid how nervous he was. He couldn’t believe this was real. It was almost too good to be true. He adjusted himself over her so his knees were on either side of her legs, his hands on both sides of her head. He pulled away again, smiling down at her, gently brushing away a piece of her hair. He couldn’t help himself from staring at her, the image imprinted forever in his mind.

Evan pecked her lips again, mumbling softly, “I can’t even believe this is happening.” He blushed deeper, his eyes shying away from hers for a moment. He suddenly couldn’t help but feel his adolescence take over, as if his age had really become an issue for him. He felt younger, inexperienced and almost scared. But he shouldn’t, right? He was with Xio. None of those things mattered when he was with her. They had a tendency to work on their inexperience together, knowing that the other didn’t know the difference, either. They shared mistakes and dismissed them.

He kissed her a little more feverishly in an attempt to hide his nervousness and, ultimately, his trembling. As his hand cupped her cheek, thumb grazing over her skin, he moved his feet over the other, kicking off his shoes. This was really going to happen wasn’t it? What if… She was having second thoughts? What if she didn’t want to go through with this but was too polite to tell him to stop? He couldn’t take those chances. Not with Xio. He wouldn’t dare. “If you don’t want to do this,” he suddenly muttered, pulling away from her. “Just tell me. I don’t mind, really,” he said, looking at her sincerely. He wasn’t going to mess this up. Not now.

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[Xio Beckett]

She had to suck in another deep breath just to keep herself alive and breathing. It was hard to remember to do things and miniscule as taking breaths when Evan was on her, warm and shaking; asking her to share the most intimate of moments two people could share. He really wanted to. He really, really loved her. This was not a dream, she was not and this was really happening. He wanted to do this with her and he wanted her to be his first and that thought alone made her insides knot in excitement. Hence the thundering of her heart in her ears. Was it just her, or was it getting louder with every breath he took?

Her. Xio Beckett. When was the last time anyone would have imagined her being in love? With Evan Warner? Hello? Look at him! Gorgeous, funny, great personality. Since when did people like her, no friends, no social skills, no common sense at times, end up with guys like him? It was still a shock to her why he stayed with her that day in the tower. What had he seen or heart from her that made him feel the way he felt? What was it that made him want to touch her the way he did? Didn’t he realize that everything about him was intoxicating? A simple look made her heart skip beats, what do you think his lips whispering against hers did to her?

They were in this together, all the way, she realized. He was just as scared as she was, if not more. Being intimate was not something Evan did lightly. She had come to understand from personal experience and all of the late night talks they had shared right here, on this very same bed. And now he wanted to conquer that fear, with her. Her whole body shivered at the thought. Or was she shivering from his contact? From the way he was smiling down at her? Xio tangled her hands up her by head with his and smiled up at him, still as innocent and shy as can be. It seemed some things were never going to change.

“Its happening” She mumbled back, lifting her head up enough to kiss him lightly. “Oh, God, please let it be happening.” She more that part more to herself that to him but he probably heard it anyway. He was the only one she wanted to so this with. Only him. She wasn’t worried about age or anything trivial as long as he loved her, and she truly believed that he did. A sly smile crept over her face--one that was usually attributed with Evan’s personality, not hers and she squeezed his sides. “Are you blushing?” She grinned up at him. That deep shade of crimson was so fucking adorable, you have no idea. It made him that much more appealing. He was nervous and so was she. It was okay. She didn’t expect him to know everything. This was where they both shared mistakes and grew together.

Oh, god, he really was the most amazing boy in the whole world. The absolute more wonderful boy in existence. Xio shook her head, possibly a little to quickly and gripped him to her. “No, no,” She didn’t want to wait. “I--I want to--I--I-I’m ready,” She squeaked out, trying to sound confident. She was. She was ready to do this with him. Her only fear was losing control of her powers at some point and he gave her confidence that she wouldn’t.

[Evan Warner]

No matter how hard he tried to breathe, he couldn’t. His mind was in complete chaos; all the thoughts in his head over-whelming him. Evan squeezed her hands as she brought them up with his, feeling a little more at ease. He smiled shyly in return, kissing her back softly. “It is happening,” he mumbled in response to her, even though the statement was aimed towards herself. It was, and that was the most mind-blowing part of it. He was going to make love to her. That is… If he ever made it that far. His nerves were proving to over-whelm him and he wasn’t sure if they should go on. But that didn’t take away from the fact that he wanted to. Oh so bad. More than anything he wanted to prove how much he loved her.

”Are you blushing?”

He smiled shyly, blushing deeper. How was he supposed to answer that? ‘I’m just really embarrassed because I’m really scared?’ Of course not. He already seemed stupid enough for simply being nervous, but to actually say it, he couldn’t imagine her reaction. “No reason,” Evan answered simply, pecking Xio’s lips again. If he could honestly answer right now, he’d tell her that he’s blushing because he doesn’t know what he’s doing. That he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to be doing now. That he was more nervous than shit about this and it was showing. That he was so in love that he didn’t want to mess up and embarrass himself. That’s it.

“I--I want to--I--I-I’m ready.”

“I just d-don’t want you to regret this later on,” he whispered sincerely, looking at her for a moment. The squeak in her voice made him more nervous because now he knew for sure he wasn’t the only one that was afraid. He took another deep breath, tangling his fingers together with hers, squeezing her hands tightly. Evan searched her eyes for a moment, looking for the tiniest trace of doubt. “But i-if you’re sure,” he breathed out, his voice quivering. It would completely break his heart if Xio would later come to regret this. And he wanted to be one-hundred percent sure it wouldn’t happen.

Tentatively, he pressed his lips to hers again, trying to push aside his nerves. Letting his body to take over again, he kissed her more passionately – a little desperately, squeezing her hands as reassurance. Evan took a short, shaky breath, gently pressing his trembling body against hers. This was a different sort of desire that was washing over him as he feverishly kissed her. It wasn’t the mostly lust-driven need that he had had so many times before with her. It wasn’t just the need to get off. It was a different sort of need that was fueled more by love and tenderness. The need to share something far more intimate than sex. It was different, that much he knew. And he was sure he was ready for it.

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[Xio Beckett]

“I won’t,” She breathed against his lips shakily. She shook head in a way that questioned how he could ever think about her regretting this. How could she possible regret anything she did with him? “I could never regret anything with you, especially not this.” Xio bit her lip and smiled gently. “You’re the one, Evan. Everything I do, everything I think about, it all revolves around you and I’m ready.” She was. For the first time in a long time she was ready for this--ready for a lot of things. There’s was no maybe’s and what if’s, this was it. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time. No, I don’t mean sex. I mean fully letting down her guard and trusting someone else with her heart. Fully and completely.

The feel of his lips pressed against hers like that was like kissing silk. It made all of her nerves and inexperience take a backseat to shivers that were crawling up and down her spine. It was probably unhealthy how much she needed to feel as close to him and possible right now. Her kisses grew a little more desperate with each meeting of their lips. Her skin was rising with goosebumps at the obvious turn of direction. Or maybe the wind had blown in? Ha. Yeahright. She knew damn well it was Evan’s fault she was breathing this hard and they were only making out! They hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet and already she felt like she was breathless.

It was definitely a wave of adrenaline and can you guess from what? Instinctively, Xio pressed her body against Evan’s and squeezed his hands, the desire burning in her chest, begging to let herself let go of nerves and help Evan out. He couldn’t do everything himself, even if he was the bold in the relationship. This was her chance to learn to be a little more confident. He was always helping her calm down and not feel so awkward and nervous so she was going to make him feel comfortable. Just because he was the guy didn’t mean he knew everything about Sex. He was only fifteen. “I’m really glad I met you, Evan.” She kissed his cheek and dragged her hands over his back and down to the hem of his shirt. “You’re wonderful.” Her hands snaked under his shirt to rub his back tenderly. “You’re the first person to ever make me feel special…I-I’m really glad I’m doing this with you.” She pulled the fabric away from his skin slowly and kissed his other cheek. “You’ll be my first…“ She kissed his lips, “And I’ll be yours.“

[Evan Warner]

”I could never regret anything with you, especially not this.”

Well, that was possibly the biggest piece of comfort that he could have been given. He smiled softly to her, listening intently to ever word she said. Evan blushed as she continued on. Everything she did… Everything she thought about… Revolved around him? That seemed impossible. Unhealthy. Nothing should ever revolve around him. He was just that awkward, klutzy, forgetful, oblivious teenager. Not someone’s every thought. That just made him feel that much more special with Xio. She made him feel wanted.

But now, he couldn’t even explain how she made him feel. He could feel her desperation matching his own and that sent a pleasant series of shivers to course down his spine. Maybe it wasn’t even her lips on his that was giving him shivers, but her hands going down his back. He nodded absently to her words, trying to concentrate but finding it hard with her hands gently touching his burning skin. Evan nodded again, sucking in as much air as he could before he passed out. As she tugged his shirt away, he sat up for a moment to lift it completely off over his head, throwing it over his shoulder to join his jacket before leaning back over her, smiling softly.

”You’ll be my first… And I’ll be yours.”

He felt his heart plummet. Only the first half was true. But he couldn’t break it to her that he made the most horrible drunken mistake ever. That because he was hurt over some petty thing, he had gotten himself piss drunk and woke up naked beside his best friend. It’s not like he could remember anything from that night, but he had a pretty solid idea. All the signs were there. You just don’t wake up with a massive hangover, completely naked, your ass throbbing and ‘stuff’ over you without jumping to the obvious conclusion. He recalled how obviously horrified he was after seeing the scene before him that morning.

But Evan didn’t let this faze him. Not now. He couldn’t tell her that. Not yet. He would, but not now. He thought it better left alone for right now. He didn’t even want to think about that. It made him feel filthy. Not necessarily used, but more like spent and worthless. He smiled softly, kissing her again as he forcefully pushed aside his previous thoughts. This was the most perfect night of his young life and he wasn’t going to let one horrible mistake ruin it for him. This night was important to Xio, too, and he’d never forgive himself if he ruined it for her, too.

“I love you so much, Xio,” he muttered under his breath, kissing her lips a little more desperately. “I’m so glad I stayed there in the tower that day,” he whispered, smiling as he slipped his hands beneath his her jacket, tugging it off her shoulders gently. Evan kissed her a little harder, unable to resist the need of her body on his as he pushed himself against her a little rougher. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you,” he breathed against her neck, smiling against her skin.

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[Xio Beckett]

She could feel his pulse like it was her own; his blood was rushing through his vein; his heart was beating through his chest in desperation--or was that hers? Either way, it was chilling addictive. It gave her the little boost of confidence to lead, just a little. This wasn’t her strong point--being the bolder one but she figured just this once she could make him feel a little better and not make him do all the work. It seemed he always the one who cajoled and comforted. Now she was gonna turn the tables and let him feel what it felt like to be scared and it be okay. She was terrified, yes, but the magnitude of the situation hadn’t sunk in yet. She was much too distracted by the look in Evan’s eyes and by the his kisses were leaving her breathless. Holy.Fucking.Damn. Did he always look that sexy without a shirt? Xio stared for a few seconds, completely distracted and oblivious before realization she was doing so. A small rush of pink filled her cheeks and she grinned up shyly at him. “Holydamn, Evan…”

Could he feel the nervous pounding of her own heart beating against her ribcage? If not then he could probably read how scared she was in her mind but that wasn’t going to stop her. She trailed her warm hands over his back again and up over his shoulder ever so lightly that way he couldn’t tell how her hands were shaking and licked her lips so she could kiss him back. It was silly--she knew how to turn him on, she had done it before but not she felt like she was completely blank. It suddenly felt like she had no idea what to do. All of her innocence was rushing back and she suddenly went from blushing pink to blushing red. What was she supposed to do again? She glanced up at Evan for a sign.

“Mmm--” she let out a small groan against his lips and kissed him back, matching his force. “I love you too, Evan. You have no idea--” She cut her words off with another kiss and shivered because now his hands were slipping beneath her jacket (technically it was his--but she was keeping whether he liked it or not) and sending shivers up her spine. Things were getting familiar again. She could feel the heat of his skin through her dress and it was driving her crazy. Like a reflex, she pushed her body against his and pulled him closer. She needed to be as close as possible. “Try a little harder,” she joked and smiled up at him.

[Evan Warner]

”Holydamn, Evan…”

He froze for a moment, his brow furrowing. Was he really that bad? Or was that just his nerves making him a little more apprehensive than normal? He didn’t understand how he was so easily turned into some aggressive, sexually obsessed (or, in short, a typical teenaged boy) person when he was with her before this, and now he was just a nervous wreck. None of this made sense. But in the midst of it all, Evan could have sworn his skin was on fire. Especially over every inch Xio’s fingers ghosted over him. In the back of his mind, he could hear Xio’s thoughts racing, but he couldn’t think straight enough to listen because his own thoughts were racing just as fast.

No matter how hard he tried, he really couldn’t comprehend anything she was saying anymore. He was so far into his nerves and hormones that he couldn’t think straight. She smiled up at him, and he grinned back, his eyes dazed and breathing shallow and labored from the current situation. He tugged the jacket a little bit more, placing his hand behind her back to lift her up slightly, desperately trying to remove the article. Gently pulling it off her arms, he pushed it aside, letting it fall off the bed. Evan smiled against her lips, kissing her a little harder as he allowed a hand to venture towards her leg, resting on her thigh. He pulled away from her for a moment, smiling softly. It was the only way to make sure this was all still happening – to look at her as often as he could, to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

In the back of his mind somewhere, he was about seventy-six percent sure he was going to have a heart attack. It wasn’t healthy to have your heart beating and mind racing as fast as his were. He gulped down his nerves as he tenderly ran his hand up and down her thigh, coming to a rest beneath her dress, on her hip. He stared at her for a moment before he finally realized he was stumped. How could he notknow how to take of a dress? You’d think having a sister would come to his advantage, but it didn’t. Not right now it didn’t. His cheeks flashed a bright red as his eyes darted around the room nervously for a moment. Letting out a small laugh at himself, he looked away and muttered, “Uhm… could you h-help me?” He tugged on the hem of her dress to relay the message that he officially didn’t know what he was doing.

[Xio Beckett]

I'll be the question...
If you'll be the answer.

A small smile snuck over Xio’s lips and she sat up, halfway in Evan’s arms, to giggle. “I had trouble putting it on, so let’s hope we can get off.” She leaned forward to press her lips into his and licked his lips slowly, the chilling sensation of having his hand on her thigh made her breathing more restless. She wasn’t joking in the least. Getting into the dress had been a nightmare. God knew Xio didn’t do dresses if she didn’t have to, so you can only imagine how hard it was for Xio to pick a dress, let alone wear it. DanI had to tie it for her and tell her how to put on and stuff and now she wishing she had worn jeans because it would have made this so much easier, if you know what I mean. Still, its not like she had planned it. “Just uh…” Her voice trailed off as she ran her hands over his bare chest and onto his shoulders. “Untie it at the neck,” she instructed him ad she simultaneously kissed the side of his neck. Okay, so in reality it wasn’t that hard to get off, she was just that stupid when it came to dresses and fancy clothes.

One hand drifted back south and ghosted his skin very lightly, tracing shapes as she continued to leave light kisses on the base of his neck and up toward his jaw. She didn’t really expect him to know much about sex, despite the fact that he was a guy. Evan wasn’t the kind of person who did this lightly and she’d come to learn that this, sex in particular, wasn’t something he had ever done with anyone at all. This was a good, as far as she was concerned. She wanted to be his first and no one else. She wanted to be the first person to make him feel this good. She didn’t know what the hell she was doing either and it only made so much because she saw it as something they could do together. They were both new and inexperienced to it and one more thing they didn’t have to feel alone in. He was the only person she wanted to see her this nervous and vulnerable, though it didn’t matter much as long as they were together.

With each second that passed her heart rate rose and she found herself wondering why it hadn’t exploded yet. That couldn’t be normal, the way it reacted to his touch. To his smell, to the way he felt against her. But then, since when was anything or anyone normal anymore? Especially at Winterthorne. “Tell me,” she whispered against his cheek and smiled. No matter how devilish she could attempted to be, she always ended up looking nervous, somewhat afraid, and inescapably innocent. “Tell me what you want me to do,” She told him softly. “Tell me what you want to feel.” She wanted to know exactly what he wanted and how. She wanted to make him perfect and wonderful and amazing, because he was and he deserved it. Whatever he wanted, he was getting. If he didn’t know this by now, he never would.