A/N: WARNING!: This is smut! Therefore there will be SEX. I'm warning you now, if you don't like reading smut, then don't read this.

This goes along with my We're All Brave story, but it could probably stand alone (maybe?). DownInTreme requested this, and at first I refused, because this is not the kind of stuff I write. However, I got to thinking about it and decided to give it a shot. It is my first time writing smut, and will most likely be the last.

Pyro seemed to run hotter than most people, something I attributed to his mutation, and it was my favorite part of it. I liked to snuggle up against him during the night, and keep warm. His warmth soothed me when he held me. Plus, I liked that his hands were never cold when he touched me. Like now, how he had just slipped one under my shirt and had laid it flat against my belly, spreading his fingers wide, as we lay on the couch.

He was kissing me, his mouth on mine, tongue slipping in. I pulled him closer, hands playing in his hair, breathing in his scent. I loved the way he smelt. His lips left mine only to trail down my neck, his tongue touching my skin here and there, tasting. I leaned my head back, making sure he had full access, and when I felt his hand start to move up my belly, I closed my eyes, so glad I wasn't wearing a bra.

Pyro's lips found mine again and gave me a chaste, kiss considering what his hand was doing under my shirt. I deepened it, slipping my tongue into his mouth tasting him with it. I didn't notice he was moving until his knee was pressed intimately between my legs. When he pressed a little harder with it, I let out a little gasp.

I kissed my way down his stubbled cheek, before pressing open mouthed kisses to his throat, as I ran my hands up and down his chest and sides. The way he touched me, and the way he made me feel when he did was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Slipping my hands under his shirt I could feel his temperate rising. His heat was intoxicating.

He removed his knee, and I almost whimpered from the loss. He'd taken his hand from my breast, using it to tease the skin right above the waist band of my sweat pants. It was nearly driving me nuts feeling him so close to doing what I wanted right then.

When he finally did dip his hand below, I sucked in a breath. His fingers brushed over my panties, barely touching me, but it was enough to make me jerk a little. He repeated the touch, causing me to make a sound of impatience that made him laugh. I bit my lip and waited until I felt him finally slide his hand into my panties.

Pyro was staring at me, watching my face, when he separated my folds and touched me. He was reading me like a book, knowing what felt good without me having to say anything. Honestly, neither of the two boys I'd had sex with had ever taken me to the highest Pyro had with just his mouth and hands.

I touched his face, tracing my finger over his bottom lip, then kissed it, before leaning back again. My other hand was still under his shirt, and I moved it up to his chest so I could feel his heart beat.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He said, holding my eyes with his. There was tenderness in his expression.

I was taken aback both the look on his face and what he'd said. He'd never called me beautiful before. I went to say as much to him but he slide a finger inside me when I opened my mouth, and the only thing that came out was: "Ooohh."

He slipped in another, and I gave up on trying to think or say anything. I felt his thumb start to rub while his fingers slide in and out. I moaned, and couldn't help it. What he was doing was perfect. So much so, that another one escaped from me.

"God, I love when you do that." Pyro whispered in my ear.

I was so close. All I needed was just a little more…

He pulled his hand away.

I did whimpered this time, before I could stop it, causing him to chuckle.

"Not yet." He told me, his soft expression gone, replaced by something smug. I decided he was probably the cruelest person alive.

"Don't stop." I squirmed, my clothes having become constrictive.

Pyro chuckled again, then rocked his hips forward, his arousal apparent and hard against my side. I wiggled hoping to make him uncomfortable, but he seemed to like it, since he closed his eyes and rocked his hips forward again.

"You want to go first?" I asked. Whatever it took to get the ball rolling again.

"No." He said opening his eyes to look at me. "I want you to say don't stop."

I stilled. I knew what he was getting at, he wanted more than just some heavy petting. We'd fooled around plenty since he'd been tossed out of the Brotherhood, but not once actually 'done the deed', so to speak. At right that moment, I would have said anything, but I made myself stop and think, only to realize there was no reason to wait. I wanted what he wanted and it wasn't something I'd regret.

"Don't stop." I said in all seriousness, letting him know full and well I understood.

He kissed me, and slide his hand back to exactly where I wanted it. When his two fingers pushed back into me I moaned into his mouth, and like a knee jerk reaction his hips surged forward, arousal digging into my side.

Pyro didn't just hurry up and let me finish so he could get down to what he was after. No, he kept his hand between my thighs, playing with me until I didn't even remember my own name. One of my hands had slipped between us so I could stroke him through his jeans, while the other was clenching the couch cushion.

He was grinding against my hand, and breathing heavier, when he whispered in my ear that I'd won.

What had I won I didn't know until her pulled my hand way from him, and started working his hand faster and faster until the pressure built and built and I was moving my hips, until I was driven over the edge. Burying my face in his shoulder, I muffled my cry, while he kept the pace up with his hand, feeding my climax, pushing me higher somehow, until there was absolutely nothing left and I went limp.

My breathing was ragged as I kept my face buried in his shoulder, breathing in his scent. He took his hand away, and wrapped me up in his arms, while I caught my breath. It was several long moments before I felt like I was up for more, Pyro waiting patiently.

When I was ready, I reached for the button on his jeans and didn't waist any time pushing my hand in them and cupping him. During the long minutes while I'd been taking a breather his arousal had died down some, so he didn't protest as I stroked him gently, feeling him grow even harder in my hand. He wasn't small, not by a long shot.

I leaned in and kissed him, licked a little at his stubbled jaw, while he closed his eyes and enjoyed the petting. With my encouragement he was already fully aroused again. It wasn't too long before he grabbed my arm and pulled my hand out of his jeans.

"Lets go to the bed." He suggested, and at my nod we went. Where we undressed one another.

I leaned back under the covers and waited for him. He paused before joining me, to reach into the pocket of his discarded jeans and pulled out his wallet, where he evidently had a condom. Good thing one of us had thought about it. After opening it, then slipping it on he crawled under the covers with me. I reached for him, kissing him. Pyro leaned over me as he cupped my breast in both his hands, molding them, and I arched up into the touch. But neither of us needed any more prep. I was more than ready, and he'd been waiting.

We kissed again as he moved on top of me, and I loved the weight of him on me, even if he kept most of it off me. Pyro used his knees to spread my legs wider, and settled down so I could cradle him with my body. His hard length between us.

I felt his fingers slip down and check to make sure I was ready. I didn't want any doubts in his mind about it, so I reached down to grasp him and led him to me. We locked eyes, then he entered me. Slowly.

"John." I arched trying to take more into me, the inch by inch thing driving me crazy. Not that it was easy for him either, he already had sweat beading on his forehead.

That was all he needed before he plunged the rest of the way in. Closing my eyes I savored the feel, as my body adjusted to his size.

"Good?" He asked, voice thick with need.

At my quick nod he pulled back, then drove in again. The pleasure was unbelievable. My nails dug into his back as he found a rhythm and I moved my hips to keep time with him.

"I've been thinking about this since the first time I saw you." He breathed into my ear.

I turned to look at him, cupped his face in my hands and kissed him. Pyro was moving steadily, dragging out the experience.

What an experience it was, too. It was intense, everything about it. The pleasure and the emotions were practically overwhelming. The way he kept looking at me was making me think he might have been just as awed over this as me.

As things started picking up I wrapped my legs around him and held on. He put a hand on my knee and slid in down until he gripped my thigh. The noises coming from me, I couldn't seem to help making. His breathing quickened, as his thrusting became faster, sweat making his body shine.

The pleasure was building again, but even more powerful than earlier. I had never known it could be like this. What his body was making me feel was amazing. But it was so much more than physical, I couldn't even explain it.

Pyro was bucking into me now, the easy pace from before abandoned. I dug my heels into his back, urging him on, faster, harder.

"John." I moaned it. I was so close; I could feel it building up inside of me. I wouldn't last much longer even as I tried to hold it off, wanting to make this lasted as long as I could for him. I know he saw it on my face.

"John!" I repeated his name, husky and needy sounding even to me.

Pyro touched his lips to mine, like he was telling me it was okay, let go.

That was all it took to seen me careening over the edge. I arched my back off the bed, pressing into him, squeezing my legs around his hips and throwing my head back as I cried out. Waves of pleasure descended on me, drowning me in them. It just kept going on and on, until I shattered into a billion, brilliant, little pieces under him.

When I finally came back into my own body I realized he was barely hanging on. His face showed exactly how close he was. I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders, touching and stroking him. It only took a few more of his powerful plunges before I watched, fascinated as he came.

Pyro let out a strangled cry of his own, his face contorted with intense pleasure, eyes squeezing closed. The hand on my thigh clenched, and I knew his fingers would leave bruises, but I didnt care. His whole body was tense but he still managed to rock his hips into me, before shuddering. It was amazing.

When it was over he collapsed onto me with a grunt, no longer able to support his own weight. I wrapped him in my arms, kissed his temple and savored the moment.

It had been perfect.

"Bell." He murmured, against my neck.

"Hmmm?"

"You okay?"

I made a content noise.

He chuckled lightly. "Guess I did a good job then?"

Another noise to confirm. He'd done much better than a good job.

"Bell?" He said again, against my ear this time. "That was worth the wait."

A/N: Tell me what you thought.