Hello friends! Welcome to my first attempt at an AU. This idea popped into my head and thanks to the encouragement of many lovely people on twitter, especially Alex for her encouraging and inspirational words, I found the guts to write it!

Huge thank you to Sarah and Cassie who are the best cheerleaders ever and always so supportive of me! And Cassie even drew me the beautiful cover art! And of course a mega thank you to my dear Nathalie who beta'd this for me. I have the greatest friends!

So, here we go. Teenage Darvey and their first time!

They'd waited. Longer than either of them had wanted to, longer than anyone else they knew. But it meant something to her, it was something big for her, having been raised the way she was, and so they'd waited.

She wanted it to be special. She wanted it to be meaningful and romantic and everything books and movies had told her it should be. She knew, from speaking to girlfriends who had already taken that step, that it wouldn't be like that. She knew that it wouldn't be like it was in literature. And they'd done stuff, but there were still a few steps remaining, still a few boundaries they hadn't crossed, bases they hadn't reached.

They'd been together since they were practically kids, four years since they had their first awkward kiss in his backyard treehouse, and a year or so ago they'd finally touched one another intimately. In the time since then, they'd seen each other naked, they'd spent nights together naked, they'd brought one another to orgasms as often as possible.

But she was still scared to let him put his mouth on her. She'd tasted him a few months ago, in the dark of his bedroom after his parents and his brother were asleep, she'd put her mouth over him, licking him, suckling at him, using the techniques her friends had told her, the things she'd read about in the magazines she'd snuck out of her older sister's bedroom. He'd seemed to like it, but she'd been too scared to let him release in her mouth, so she'd finished him off with her hand and he'd come against his stomach, wiping it off with a towel.

Since then she'd done it many more times and was even working up to having the courage to let him come in her mouth. Her friends had told her it tasted weird and salty but that it wasn't horrible, and she was thinking about letting him do it, knowing how much he'd like it. But the bigger moment was going to be after graduation, when they went on their first trip together, and they were going to make love.

Harvey was ready. He'd been ready for over a year now, but he knew she wasn't. So he was waiting, because he knew how important this was to her. He'd have never admitted it to his buddies, but he cared about making her happy. He loved her and he wanted her to have the night she'd been dreaming of. He knew people would make fun of him if he ever said it out loud, but she was the one. He'd known it since she transferred to their school in ninth grade. Her hair had been waist length, thick and fiery and it was the first thing he noticed from his seat behind her in Mr Wellman's history class. He knew immediately that she was new in school, he'd know if he'd seen that hair before, and then when she unashamedly raised her hand to answer a question, he knew she was someone he wanted in his life. She was smart, confident, beautiful, and had a smile that made his knees weak. She'd been his lab partner in biology, and they'd first developed an easy friendship, studying at his house after school, laughing and teasing each other as she helped him learn the material and develop an understanding of it.

That summer, he'd kissed her in his treehouse and they'd never looked back.

Now they were about to graduate, and he was taking her to Boston for the weekend, to show her Harvard, where he hoped to one day attend Law School. He'd talked to his father about the upcoming trip, admitting that it was going to be a big deal, and Gordon had gifted them the night in a beautiful hotel as a graduation present, as well as slipping a box of condoms into Harvey's hand a few days before the trip, making sure his son understood the ramifications of what was going to happen.

"I know, dad," Harvey had complained, feeling awkward at his father trying to have this conversation with him again, "we've talked about it in school, and you told me three years ago. I get it."

"Okay, son. Just make sure you look after her. She's the most important part of this whole thing."

"I know, dad, and I will. I promise."

They'd checked into the hotel and she was buzzing with nervous energy. She wondered if he knew, if he was feeling it too, if he was as simultaneously nervous and excited as she was. As soon as they'd set their bags down in the room, she crossed to him and kissed him deeply, feeling his hands gripping her waist, his tongue stroking hers as if it was second nature. She could never have counted how many times they'd kissed; the millions upon millions of times their lips had met and their tongues had tangled and their breath had mingled in the space between their mouths.

"I love you," Harvey breathed and she sighed happily, secure in the decision they'd made together, the way they were ready for one another, even though she was still nervous, worried about whether it would hurt and whether she'd know what to do to make it good for him.

"Now?" she asked tentatively, one of her hands still weaved into his hair, the other on his back, feeling the strong muscle through his shirt, the result of four years on the boxing team.

"Not yet," he replied in a whisper, "the campus is only a short walk away, I want to take you there and then we can go eat and come back here after. Okay?" He searched her eyes, looking for indecision, wanting to make sure she was okay.

"Sounds good," she replied with a smile, eager to spend the afternoon with him. The way he spoke about Harvard was reverent, excited, and she'd always loved the way he lit up while he talked about it, ever since he visited Boston with his family a year and a half ago. He'd been talking about studying law ever since, and they were both going to college in Manhattan, but he had his sights set on Harvard Law after that. They both knew that this was a decision they would make together, and she had no doubt that she would live with him for the rest of their lives, their future laid out before them. He was going to be a hot-shot New York City lawyer, and she was going to be the finest actress Broadway had ever seen. They'd talked about it over and over, in his treehouse during sunny afternoons, in her bed in the dark of night, in the cafeteria with their friends during lunch.

They made their way out of the hotel, and she followed Harvey down streets he seemed to know by heart, their fingers linked as he led her toward this beacon of their future. And when they reached Harvard Square, and he stopped her in front of the Harvard University Library, she gasped, seeing the incredible beauty of the place he'd talked about for so long. The building was majestic, stairs and columns and banners flapping in the light breeze. There were people milling around, and she suddenly had a flash of having picnics here, helping Harvey study, quizzing him on legal terms.

"It's amazing," she breathed reverently and he grinned.

"Wait," he said, "it gets better." He took her hand again and led her across the grass, over a busy street, and then through some buildings, stopping in front of another large building of columns. She felt a smile spread across her face. Harvard Law School. Everything felt like it had fallen into place in that instant. She knew he was watching her and she turned to him with a grin.

"I love it."

"You do?" His voice was hopeful.

"Yeah, I do. It's amazing. And I can picture you here, picture us here." She squeezed his hand. "Let's walk around some more. I want to see it all."

They'd eaten at an italian restaurant, a small hole-in-the-wall they'd stumbled across, and then eaten ice cream cones from the parlour across the street as they walked back to the hotel. The nervous feeling had disappeared and they both felt calm, comfortable, and ready for the important step they were about to take.

"You okay?" he asked quietly and she nodded, a soft smile gracing her features.

"Yeah, I really am." She stepped closer to him, running his hands over his toned chest. "I love you. And this is the beginning of everything we want. I'm excited."

"How excited?" he asked with raised eyebrow and she giggled, sliding her hands up and winding her arms around his neck.

"Why don't you kiss me and we'll see?"

They didn't speak much after that. They took their time, falling into a familiar rhythm, kissing, touching, hands roaming, clothing shed. When they climbed into bed together, naked and hungry for one another, everything felt perfect, right.

Donna had come twice from Harvey's fingers inside her and on her, and she was between his legs, his length in her mouth, when he began to groan louder, and she knew he was moments away from orgasm. She felt his balls draw up toward his body where her hand was fondling him and he panted, "Donna, I'm-"

She didn't draw back, continuing to suck and stroke him, holding him in her mouth even as he tried to pull away, and when he released into her mouth, she swallowed what he gave her, the taste not as unbearable as she'd been expecting, the warmth and saltiness her first impression, but then the overwhelming feeling of love as she looked into his eyes and saw the wonder there, the love that he was throwing back at her, the pure joy that she had done this for him.

"You're incredible," he said breathlessly and she crawled alongside him, pressing her lips to his neck, his earlobe, his jaw, meeting his mouth as he turned his head to her. "You never wanted to do that before."

"I've been thinking about it for a while. I wanted to do that for you."

"Was it… okay?"

"Yes," she breathed softly, a hand coming up to cup his jaw, her thumb stroking his skin lightly. "It was… different. I've never tasted anything like it before."

"I'm glad," he joked weakly and she laughed, his own chuckles following hers. "I need…"

"I know," she said softly, pressing her lips to his, letting their kisses heighten her arousal while his body recovered. He slipped a hand between their bodies, his fingers finding her slick and wanting, her centre practically begging to be touched. He pushed a finger inside her, feeling her body stretch around him, the wet heat so familiar to him now. He pumped his finger in and out gently while they kissed, the low sounds she was making driving him to madness as he felt his body start to respond.

"You don't have to be quiet," he breathed into her ear, his tongue flicking out against her pulse point, "no one will hear you."

"Oh, god," she replied in a whisper, the realisation sending a thrill through her. She felt him beginning to harden against her thigh and she rolled herself on top of him, moving his hand away so that she could grind against him, her slickness coating his length as she rubbed herself back and forth on his growing erection.

"Donna…"

"I know," she said, reaching for his hands and placing them on her breasts, letting him feel her, tweak her nipples and palm her flesh.

They knew one another's bodies intimately, plenty of practice had led them to this point and they were both ready. They'd explored with hands and mouths, stared at each other's naked forms many times. They'd showered together, changed together, become as familiar with each other as they were with their own selves. Harvey knew exactly how Donna liked to be touched, how to bring her to a quick orgasm and how to drag it out, bring her to the edge before letting her tumble over. Donna knew that about an inch below the head of Harvey's cock was the most sensitive part of him, that he came harder when she stroked his balls, that he liked to kiss her while he came. They'd spent years getting here, getting to the point of no return, and they were ready.

Harvey reached to the nightstand for the box of condoms, and slid one awkwardly over himself while Donna watched, making sure he was okay. And when they were both more ready than they'd ever been, he slid inside her slowly, his eyes almost rolling back in his head at the onslaught of sensation. He'd had no idea how good it would feel. He looked down at her and saw her face pinched, a grimace on her features and he stilled automatically, his fingertips stroking her face lightly until she relaxed and smiled, letting him know she was okay, the pain had passed and she was ready for more.

As soon as he began to move again he knew he wasn't going to last. It was too much, too good, too… everything. He was panting hard, trying to hold back, let her get there, bring her to orgasm too. He was trying to remember that she was the most important part of this, just like his dad had told him, but his body was betraying him and he wasn't going to be able to hold out for long.

He orgasmed faster than he'd wanted, faster than either of them had wanted, and he collapsed on top of her, his breath hot on her neck, her palms smoothing over the sweaty skin of his back.

"Fuck," he breathed softly, and she laughed, a light, happy sound. "I had no idea." A realisation made its way through his post-coital haze and he moved back to look at her properly. "You didn't…"

"It's okay," she replied, twisting her neck to kiss his jaw, "I didn't expect to."

"You… huh?" His brain was fuzzy, overwhelmed with the rush of hormones and she smiled in the most beautiful way.

"It's okay, Harvey. Most girls don't, the first time." She sighed, but it was a happy sound, a contented sound. "I'm so happy we did that. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

They'd cleaned up together, and she'd inspected the sheets for blood and was pleased to find there wasn't any. She'd talked to friends, she'd done her research, she'd known in theory what to expect, known that it was very unlikely she'd come, knew it would be over quickly, knew that some but not all women bled the first time. She was glad she hadn't, she didn't want to deal with the embarrassment of leaving blood on sheets in a nice hotel. What she hadn't known, hadn't expected, was how it would feel; the joy that had overcome her when she saw the sheer ecstasy on his face, the love that would overwhelm her with the connection they made, no longer just emotional, but as physically close as it was possible for two people to get.

They cuddled up in bed, her head on his chest, right over his heart. He dozed off quickly and she ran through the things she knew about men and needing to sleep after an orgasm. She stared at the man next to her, this man who she'd grown into adulthood with, who she was about to start the next phase of her life with, and she knew, no matter what anyone said, that soulmates did exist, and that he was hers. She'd never felt anything like this for anyone else. She'd never even thought about any other guys since she'd started dating Harvey and she couldn't imagine ever wanting anyone else. It wasn't long after this thought that she drifted off into sleep.

Harvey woke up with a raging hard on. It was just after three in the morning and Donna was curled up next to him, the ends of her hair brushing against his chest in a light tickle as he breathed. She was beautiful. He pressed his lips to her neck and she stirred, turning to face him, her eyes closed, still part way in slumber. He pulled her closer and she gasped, her eyes flying open as she felt his erection between their bodies.

"Oh," she breathed, reaching for him, stroking him gently as their lips met. His hand found it's way between her legs and he began stoking her in tandem with her own hand movements and when he felt the wetness building he pulled away, reaching wordlessly for another condom.

He rolled it over himself more easily this time, and when it was in place he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed slowly inside her, kissing her neck as she gasped loudly at the sensation.

"Oh, Harvey," she breathed, and he felt a rush of pleasure at the naked want in her tone. She was enjoying it this time.

"Does it hurt?" he asked and she shook her head, reassuring him that it was perfect, he felt perfect inside her and he met her hungry lips in a deep kiss, beginning to thrust slowly at first and then building up speed. She was breathing hard, her breath coming out in little moans and pants and the sounds were driving him closer to orgasm, but he wanted her to come too this time.

With herculean effort, he pulled out of her, his hand taking the place of his cock as he stroked her, flicking at her clit and thrusting two fingers into her. She moaned louder, becoming more uninhibited as she remembered that she didn't need to be quiet, and when he could sense that she was getting close, he sheathed himself inside her again, his hand pressed between their bodies as he tried to flick her clit in conjunction with his thrusts. Eventually his mind went blank as his own orgasm approached, but she pushed his hand out the way, rubbing herself with renewed vigor, and letting out a low moan just as he began to come, her orgasm only seconds away. He stilled inside her, feeling his cock deflate after his orgasm, and as her own climax approached, he began to touch her again and within seconds she was panting and writhing underneath him as her orgasm wracked her body.

They collapsed side by side, panting, sweaty, spent and elated.

"Wow," Harvey said breathlessly, "why haven't we been doing that this whole time?"

"I have no idea." Donna replied with a light laugh, rolling to her side and pressing her lips to Harvey's shoulder.

They made love three more times before they had to check out of the hotel the next morning, using their knowledge of one another's bodies to determine what felt good, what they liked, and how to get Donna to orgasm before Harvey. Not once did they succeed but they had an entire lifetime to figure that out.

In the car on the way back home, Donna fell asleep, exhausted from the last twenty four hours and everything that they'd experienced. Harvey watched her sleep, glancing at her every now and then as he drove, unable to tear his eyes away from her for any longer than necessary. He wasn't sure that anyone else had ever felt this way about their high school girlfriend. He knew that she was it, the one, the only woman he'd ever be with, and he had no desire whatsoever to see what else was out there. No one else could compare to this level of perfection.

He sighed happily, the sun coming through the windshield glinting off her hair as he thought about everything they had ahead of them in the next phase of their lives.

Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think, reviews give me so much joy!

E xx