This might sound weird and it happens 99% of the time, after I read someone's chapter I always think of how I could/would like to finish it or would like them to finish it. Very few times I tell them, and sometimes they accept my idea. I let my imagination get wild in my head and it's amazing how far it would go. A few of you guys know what I'm talking about and some of you are like 'what the heck?', but I was reading someone's story and this popped into my head. So R&R!

"Say no."

"Do you want me to?"

"No."

"Then why?"

The two suddenly and awkwardly began conversing in complete whispers. All Eric wanted to do is look out for her and make sure he wasn't hurting her in any way, just be completely sure that she was comfortable. All she wanted to know was why all of a sudden he'd become so concerned, not like we wasn't before, but in this state.

Calleigh glanced up at him from below. Her eyes strained and her hair flustered and knotted against the pillow. She laid there peacefully, unmoving and more relaxed than before. She watched him from his caring brown eyes down to his bare chest hovering inches above hers to where their bodies connected. His bulky strong arms pressed against the matress on both sides of her upper body, bracing himself so he wouldn't crush her under his weight. She waited, pinned beneath him, for a responce.

"Because, I, are we going too fast? Am I, going too fast for you? I don't want you to feel pressured into doing this..."

"Sh," she quietened, "no. If I was I'd tell you."

"Sure?" he asked unsurely, "if you're not into it..."

"Oh, I'm into it alright." Calleigh smiled, her eyes shifted downward and back. He laughed too. "So why all this? Don't you want to?" Her palm stroked his cheek caressingly sending sparks down his body instantly.

"Yes, I just want you to be comfortable," he exhaled.

"Don't worry," she reassured, "you can't hurt me." She rubbed her palm along the side of his head and her small fingers tickled his ear, once again sending sparks down again. He exhaled even more this time. Calleigh noticed him getting excited again and trying not to let it show. But it did. She gave him a seductive look that she knew turned him on. Eric saw it and couldn't help but stare in her face. Her eyes narrowed a bit and her lips smirked just the way he loved it. Very sexy. "Even if you try," she finished.

Eric head burrowed into her chest and then her neck. He drowned her with kisses and licks here and there. Calleigh arms slid round his neck sneekily bringing him closer. Soon their mouth crashed into each other for the hundredth time and even more sloppy this time.

"Mmm!" she squealed into their kiss. He had moved his waist a bit that's why.

"You alright?" he broke away.

"Yeah," she dragged him back down. He laughed into her kiss before joining in again.

Oh she wanted him alright, she was right, he could hurt her. The word hurt was the equivalent to pleasure for Calleigh. No matter how fast or slow he picked up the speed, she was into it everytime. Eric's roughest thrust to her wasn't anything to be hurt over, although did I tell you that he weighed almost two hundred pounds and she was just right over the hundred. He wanted to enjoy every moment, thrust and orgasim without going too hard. And he did, but she just wouldn't get tired.

They reached their peak about the second time now. By now Eric thought he killed her, so he lowered his aching back onto the bed beside her. They breathed heavily for a few mintues and when he thought he could fall asleep, he felt her body raise and climb on top of him!

"You're weak," she said, fixing her body on his.

"Wha?" Eric muttered, heart still racing, and couldn't even finish the word.

"I said, you're weak," she breathed into his face. To her, he was the one that appeared dead. His eyes were locked and his head rested to the side. "Oh no you don't." Calleigh slapped his cheeks slightly.

"Hm? Cal., give it a rest," he practically begged.

"Rest? You come into a relationship with me and you wanna rest?" she asked disbelievingly. He was so worn out that he couldn't even laugh at how funny she was being.

Calleigh watched him laying under her falling asleep - in their most intimate moment ever. Certainly their first time and he was like this? It began all romantic and she loved it then this had to happen. Did he even know what he was getting himself into? Absolutely not!

Or maybe he was really, extremely tired tonight. She thought about giving him a break but discarded that thought; their first time had to be the best time. She thought.

So Calleigh went ahead and rubbing her hand up and down his chest. Eventually he looked up at her.

"What did I get myself into?" he whispered.