"My turn."

His expression was dazed as he gazed up at me, adoration clear on his face. I leaned down and pressed our lips back together, holding the sides of his face to keep him close. One of his traced along my spine while the other held my hip tight.

I broke off our kiss and worked my way along his jaw, nipping with my teeth and hearing him hiss in pleasure when I caught his earlobe. I sucked on it a little while longer before continuing down his neck. Unlike him I wasn't gentle, I bit and sucked harshly until I left marks on his chest and collarbone. At least they were possible to hide, I didn't leave any on his neck.

"Gwen." He whispered it and sparks lit in the pit of my stomach.

His hand left my back and his fingers knotted themselves in my hair. He used it as an anchor to pull my mouth back up to his when I drifted lower on his stomach. Our kisses were harsh now, all tongues and teeth.

Before I even realized it, I was grinding my hips down on his. He was using his grip on my waist to move me along, even thrusting up to meet me. I was already a mess and we weren't even technically having sex yet.

"G, I want back on top," he forced out, moving his mouth away from mine for a millisecond.

So cute, STILL asking permission to flip me over when I did whatever I wanted to him. I allowed him to maneuver me onto my back, and that was my own mistake. He misjudged how much room he had and I ended up hitting the hardwood floor instead of my fluffy pillowtop.

"Gwen! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he peeked over the edge of the bed with a worried expression.

I was laying on my back with my arm tossed over my eyes, laughing like a crazy person. Noah took my hand and pulled me back up, but I was still laughing. He kissed my shoulder and my collarbone until I finally quieted down.

"Think you can manage to keep me on the bed this time, Foster?" I asked, draping my arms over his shoulders and locking eyes with him.

He kissed my bicep and the bend of my elbow before looking at me. "I can do anything you want me to, all you have to do is ask."

"Touch me."

He gulped and nodded, reconnecting our lips. His fingers skimmed down my stomach and rested right above the line of my panties. "I like these, the lace is nice."

"Take them off," I told him bravely.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise but didn't question me. His hands were shaky as he took the sides of my panties in them. He drug them down my legs, me lifting my hips to help him. They were on the floor with everything else when he looked up at me.

Nerves gathered in the pit of my stomach, I was completely naked. This was the ultimate intimacy, I was completely vulnerable to Noah. There was nothing to hide under now, he got to see every inch of me.

His index finger trailed over the soft skin of my lower stomach but ventured no further. My hands were resting on the bed by my hips, but I decided to take control again. I reached up and held his face, pulling his lips back to mine.

His hand slowly moved lower until he was touching me and I whimpered. Our lips were moving together as he slowly explored between my folds. His fingertips brushed over a spot that made my hips thrust up against him, and he groaned appreciatively against my lips.

Tension was building in my stomach as he moved his fingers inside of me. He broke our kiss to focus more and I watched his face. He was so deep in concentration it made my heart swell. Then he brushed against that spot again with his thumb and I felt my stomach get impossibly tighter before the ball exploded.

"Noah!"

My back arched into him and he held me close, kissing the side of my head. My breathing was ragged for a couple seconds until I finally came back to myself. Instead of saying anything, I pushed Noah's boxers down his hips and pulled his mouth back to mine simultaneously; everything was better when we were kissing.

"Please tell me you brought a condom," I said against his lips, wrapping my hand around him and moving it slowly.

"I, uh, it's, uhm," he tried to speak, but he couldn't seem to form words. "G, it's really hard to think when you're touching me, baby, okay?"

I laughed and kissed the corner of his mouth but didn't stop. "Sorry, baby."

He laughed shakily when I tightened grip and it ended in a moan. "I have a, uhn, a condom in my, Gwen, in my wallet."

There was something really hot about making Noah such a mess. He was stuttering and his face was turning red. I leaned forward and kissed his chest before moving off him to grab the condom out of his wallet.

Noah was propped up on his arms watching me as I pulled it out. "This is actually happening. We're actually about to have sex."

I laughed and sat on my knees, looking up at him from the floor. His lips were red and swollen and he had bite marks all over his chest. His pupils were so dilated I barely saw the blue of them anymore.

With a final breath, I crawled back up onto the bed and laid on my back. He moved on top of me and clumsily put on the condom. I double checked to make sure it was on right before I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Hey," he said, tilting my head up so our eyes were locked. "I love you."

I laughed breathily and repeated his words. "I love you."

He held his weight on his arm by my head, his hand cupping the back of it gently. His other angled himself until he was pressing against me. I held the back of his shoulder, his side, and his gaze when I nodded for him to go the rest of the way.

It burned when he first pushed in, but it went away pretty quickly and was replaced by a weird stretching feeling. I lied, the burn was still kind of there but easy to ignore. I didn't move until he was all the way inside me, I probably didn't even breathe.

"Can you just wait a second? It's a lot," I told him, my eyes closed as I tried to gather myself.

"Is it too much? We can stop anytime you want," he said softly, kissing my closed eyelids. "It's whatever you want, always whatever you want."

I shook my head and forced myself to look at him. His face was strained, he was holding himself in check for me. This wasn't just about me, it was his first time, too. Going slow was probably driving him insane.

I experimentally lifted my hips and felt him slide even deeper. Instead of stinging like I thought, it actually felt kind of good. A breathless whimper slipped from my lips and Noah finally breathed normally.

"I'm okay, you can move."

His lips found their home on mine as he slid out slowly and back in just as slow. We were moving together clumsily as we tried to find a rhythm. Eventually it started to really feel amazing, he was moaning and groaning quietly against the skin of my throat where he'd buried his face.

"Noah, so good," I breathed, carding my fingers in his hair. "God, so good."

"You, this, amazing," he replied, pulling his head up to look at me. "So pretty."

His hips were working against mine faster when I felt him twitch inside me. I wasn't a professional or anything, but I'm pretty sure that meant he was close. I wasn't, but I desperately wanted to see him come undone.

Like he'd read my mind, his fingers found the spot from earlier and circled it. I rushed toward another release faster than I thought possible. The ball was back in my stomach, the tension inside it building quickly.

"God, Noah, I love you," I whimpered as I got closer and closer.

It wasn't as powerful as the one from earlier, but it left a pleasant warmth in its wake. Noah followed me a couple of seconds later, telling me he loved me in quick succession against my skin as it happened. I loosened my grip on his hair and his side enough for him to pull out of me, making the burn from earlier come back faintly.

Noah's hand grabbed me and pulled me close, one of them running through my hair and the other rubbing my side. His fingers ghosted over the puckered scar and slowed, touching it gingerly.

"Hi," I breathed, looking up at him through my lashes shyly.

"Hi," he repeated, looking down at me with dazed, lazy eyes and a satisfied smile.

I moved forward and kissed his chin, along his jaw, and landed happily with my lips against his. I was too sated to move much, but I didn't want to disconnect from him ever again. It almost felt like we were breathing in time with each other, like our hearts were beating together.

"Will you stay with me?" I asked, tracing my finger along his cheekbone.

"Of course, just try and make me leave," he replied, still touching my knife scar. "Does it still hurt?"

"No, but it really hurt when it happened. It's just a scar now," I replied, my eyes closed as I tucked my head under his chin.

"I'm sorry I didn't keep you safe, I should've been with you." His voice was barely above a whisper as he confessed. "If you would've been really hurt or worse, I would have been ruined, Gwen."

I thought being naked with Noah was the most intimate thing we could ever do, but I was wrong. He was saying things he'd never said out loud. This was intimacy, this was what brought us closer than I ever imagined I could be to another person.

"I was seven when my gram died and I thought it was my fault because I tore her picture off the wall when she called me fat," I said in a rush, keeping my head tucked instead of looking at him.

"What? Those things have nothing to do with each other," he replied, his hands still rubbing me and holding my head. "Tell me about it."

I recounted the story for him, laughing at how stupid it actually sounded. "I've never told anyone that, not even my mom."

We laid in bed together for hours just talking about everything under the sun. He told me about the first time he ever watched a horror movie with his dad. I told him about the first time I ever painted with my mom. His head was lying on my stomach and my fingers were playing with his hair absentmindedly, both of us still completely naked and comfortable with each other.

"Why don't you paint anymore?" he asked after I finished the story of turpentine stripping the paint off the walls of our apartment by accident.

"I don't know, I guess it reminds me too much of my mom," I replied, twisting a lock of his hair around my finger as I spoke. "I just haven't been inspired."

He scoffed and sat up, looking at me pointedly. "You mean I'm not inspiring? Your love for me isn't enough of a muse to make you paint? I'm offended."

"You are so dramatic!" I cried without moving from my comfy spot. "Now come back, I'm cold."

He grinned and dove under the covers beside me, pulling my body close to his chest. Warmth blossomed in my chest when he ran his fingers up and down my back gently. This was where I was supposed to be, here with Noah in the warmth of my bed. Everything we've been through was to get us to this place, this safety.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

This is the end. Thanks for reading!