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Beth doesn't really know what the plan is today, but she's not worried about it either. Whatever they end up doing, she knows she and Jason will have fun. They always do when they get together, and she's looking forward to being able to try climbing another rock.

This time around, she dresses more carefully for the excursion. She wears shoes that are tighter and a little smaller, better for climbing the rock face. She's wearing a pair of exercise tights and a tank top, because she knows it's going to be warm, and Beth isn't usually one for working out a lot, but she'd bought these clothes just for this. She wants to be prepared. She wants Jason to be proud of her.

All she knows for sure is that she's meant to meet him at his place and they'll go from there. She has a water bottle, a little backpack with some snacks, and she's purposely not letting herself think about what they might do after they climb a rock.

Because she very clearly remembers their conversation at the beach that day. They haven't talked about it since then, but she's pretty sure they had both been talking about two things at once and she's excited. Nervous and excited both. Maybe tonight won't be the night, but maybe it will. She's not going to get ahead of herself, but she's not going to count it out either.

"Hey," she calls out when she's close, expecting him to probably be out in his garden. "Jason?"

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"Let's take care of your hands first and then we'll seem," Jason says, sounding almost coy. Her legs probably got a good workout but he knows that her hands and arms are what took the brunt of the climbing. He rubs at her shoulders, rotating them gently to make sure her muscles don't lock up.

"We're running out of rocks," he tells her, looking at her from underneath his eyelashes. "Have to climb a building next time."

He wasn't serious.

"Hm, or a very tall tree?" Beth asks in return, feeling more and more relaxed by the moment. She likes the way he's looking at her right now, the dark of his eyes, the way his lashes look against his cheek, and she just watches him as he rubs her shoulders, then stops him, reaching for his hands.

"Someone should do you, too," she says, then realizes how that sounds and tries to correct herself. "I mean, someone should rub your hands. I should rub your hands. Not someone." There's no one else here, obviously, and even if there were, she wouldn't want another person to be the one doing this. He's her boyfriend and Beth doesn't know whether or not she's jealous with Jason -- she hadn't been with Curtis, she'd only ever felt a sort of smug pride when other women looked at him -- she still doesn't want to share him.

Jason can't help but laugh quietly at the accidental innuendo. Though he wants to tell her that he's fine, that his hands are fine, he can't resist the opportunity to be touched so he hands them over without an argument.

"There's no one else here to rub my hands except you," he points out, unable to help himself. "I don't think anyone's going to climb this rock just to get a shot at my now dirty hands."

Beth takes his hand between hers, gently rubbing his palms, smoothing away dirt and grit before she slowly begins to dig her thumbs into the muscles to soothe away any pain. She's not going to argue with him that he might be surprised by just how many people might climb a rock to get at his dirty hands, she only smiles down at his palms and shakes her head. He's so much better, so much more desirable than he realizes.

She's just lucky he likes her out of all the people she's sure he could have.

"Guess it's my job then," she teases him softly, rubbing her thumbs into his wrists for a moment before she ducks her head to press her lips to the delicate place where his pulse beats under his skin.

Jason's content to let her work, sighing and watching quietly. Then, she leans down and kisses his pulse and he inhales sharply. Goosebumps seem to bloom everywhere and he can feel the back of his neck heat up.

"I don't know if that's really the way to help my hands," Jason murmurs, "but it certainly helped me."

They still have to get down the rock and they're still kind of in public, although Beth has gotten up to some things in similar places to this before, so she knows she can't do much else -- or shouldn't, anyway -- but she still grins against his skin and glances up at him.

"If it helps you, it helps your hands," she teases, then presses another kiss to his wrist, then a little higher, against the smooth skin of his forearm. She loves places like that on the men she's been with, where their skin is smooth no matter what kind of work they've done. Someone's hands can grow rough with calluses, her own are a good example of that, but the skin on the inside of the wrist and the elbow and the bicep, that always stays so smooth. Untouched. Until she presses another kiss to it.

Jason's...honestly not sure if anyone's ever kissed him there before. Most of his relationships had been short and quick, to the point and never involving much romance so this -- this is something a little new.

A red flush tries to darken enough that it shows up despite his skin tone and he ducks his head, breathing in, breathing out.

"Those aren't my hands," he murmurs, slanting a glance at her. "They need help too?"

"Just checkin'," Beth answers with a little grin against his skin. She gently pushes up the sleeve of his t-shirt, kisses the curve of his bicep, then glances up. "How 'bout there? Does it need help?"

There's a hint of red on his skin and he's focusing too much on his breathing, which makes her think, even if his arms don't need help, that he likes what she's doing. So she kisses his skin again, then lifts one hand to his shoulder and gently pushes him back, moving to crawl into his lap at the same time.

They're alone. No one else is climbing the rock and Beth doesn't see how anyone can access their little clearing otherwise, not when it's surrounded by trees and brush and wildlife. They're alone enough.

Oh.

Oh okay, this is -- this is surprising but not in a bad way. He's absolutely not going to be pushing her away or telling her to stop, oh no. She pushes him back and he goes easily, reaching to settle one hand on her hip at least.

"You're going above and beyond now," he murmurs, looking up at her quietly but adoringly.

"Just makin' sure you're doin' okay," she says softly, grinning down at him as she rests her hands on his chest, smoothing them over his shirt. They're both a little sweaty, warm from the exertion of the climb, but that only makes her want to touch him more.

"So," she says. "Are you doin' okay?"

She ducks her head at the same time, presses her lips to the side of his throat, breathing in the scent of him.

"I'm -- fine." He wasn't but what he was wasn't anything bad. What he was was starting to feel a little hotter than just the sun could make him. His skin's starting to tingle and everywhere her body touched him seems to sizzle.

He swallows thickly and tilts his head to one side, reaching around to run his hands up and down the span of her back.

"Are you all right?" he asks once he finds his voice, finds some words he wants to use that aren't just 'yes' and 'please' and 'keep going'.

"I'm just great," she tells him, smoothing one hand down to the edge of his shirt, then up under the material. Her fingers alight on his skin, gently at first, then her entire palm spreads against his abdomen. He's so warm and she loves the way his muscles shift under his skin, under her touch.

"Better now, I think," she murmurs, pressing another kiss to his throat, the edge of his jaw. His tongue flicks out just briefly, lightly touching his skin, which is salty from his sweat. It sends a little shiver through her, one he has to be able to feel with his hands on her back.

"You feel pretty great," Jason murmurs, closing his eyes and letting out a shuddering breath. He can hear the sounds of nature around them but mostly, he hears his noisy breath and the way kisses sound when she presses them against his skin.

"Can I do anything to make it even better?" Jason asks, opening his eyes and peering down at her. "Anything at all?"

Beth knows what she wants and she's pretty sure Jason wants it, too, but she also knows she didn't bring a blanket or anything and she certainly hadn't thought to bring a condom with her on a rock climbing expedition, so she can't really suggest that. Not yet anyway.

Curling her fingers under, her nails scrape lightly at his chest and she says, "Maybe we should climb down. Go somewhere else."

Right now she doesn't care where. Somewhere they can be really alone together, even though they're alone up here, too.

"Okay."

He says it quietly but genuinely because yes, that sounds like the best next step. This rock was nice but it wouldn't be comfortable if things escalated like they seemed to be doing. Jason pushes himself up onto his hands, blinking away some of the haze she'd caused and nods.

"We can go somewhere else. Climbing down's easier than going up and then we can find somewhere else to be."

She kisses him again, a little more firmly this time, taking care to make it last, then she pulls back and reluctantly climbs from his lap. This isn't really what she wants, not her body, anyway. Her body wants to stat right here on top of Jason.

Her brain knows that's probably not the best way to do this. Not for the first time. If that's what this is.

"C'mon," she says, standing and offering her hand to him. "My place is probably empty." Carl will be out and Judith is with a sitter, which means they're free for at least a little while longer.

"All right," Jason says, getting to his feet and moving them towards the edge of the rock. "Remember how to get down?"

It was much, much easier than going up. He got himself turned and started rappelling down the side of the rock, bouncing off the face until his feet hit the ground and he could wait for her.

"Come on," he said, holding his hands up. "I'll make sure you get down safe."

Going down is easier than going up. And she's motivated this time in a way she hadn't been going up, even if she's not going to tell Jason that's the case. He's not stupid, he'll probably be able to figure it out on his own, especially as she comes down rather quickly, though she takes care to be safe.

"Hi," she says when she's on the ground again, turning to face him with a smile. "I'm here."

And she wants to get out of all this equipment and back to her place as soon as they can. She starts to unbuckle and unhook things, turning so Jason can help her when she needs it.

Jason takes off his own gear and then helps with hers, stowing it in the appropriate bags before hefting them over his shoulders and nodding.

"Lead the way," he says. There's never that much gear when they go so he's comfortable with carrying it all. It's not a long walk so it's not going to be any kind of strain. Now, it's just a matter of getting to where they need to be quick.

Beth doesn't want to look like she's hurrying, but the truth is, she's hurrying. Walking a little quicker than before, leading the way to her place, her fingers threaded with Jason's. She's not pulling him along, but he has to be able to feel the tension in her hand where she's holding onto him.

She steals a glance over at him, hiding a grin, but doesn't say much until they're close to her place. At a moment like this, trying to talk about anything other than what's on their minds seems kind of pointless and she's not comfortable with talking openly in public about what they might or might not do with the rest of their day.

By the time she's getting out her keys, she's both excited and nervous. Looking at Jason, she smiles, getting them into the building and then into the elevator. "I'm nervous," she admits. But it's clear by her tone that it's not a bad thing.

"We don't have to -- we don't have to do anything," Jason tells her, shaking his head. He wants to especially after everything earlier but they don't have to. He's never going to be one to force an issue like that. He's gone years and years without sex before so waiting a little longer for Beth isn't a bad thing.

"If you're not ready, we don't have to," Jason says, following her into her building and smiling gently. She's nervous and while it doesn't seem to be a bad set of nerves, he still wants to make sure she knows she has a choice, that she doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to do.

"We can just sit together," he adds. "Whatever you want."

"Nervous in a good way," she assures him, reaching for his hand when the elevator doors slide open again and she leads Jason into the hall and toward her apartment. "Excited? Both, I think, but it's a good thing."

She doesn't want to just sit with him. She doesn't think that's what he wants either. Beth has never once felt pressured with Jason and she knows that isn't going to change, she knows he's never going to ask her for things she's not ready for and that's part of what she likes so much about him. They've connected, they're close, and she trusts him. And she knows herself, she knows who and what she wants and who she trusts.

"C'mon," she says, unlocking the door and leading him inside.

"All right," Jason says, believing her. He doesn't think she thinks she has to do anything because he wants it. If they never slept together, he'd be happy. She's already given him so much more than he ever thought he'd deserve.

But, it seems like she wants to. Like this is her choice and while it's his too, he's infinitely glad to see that she's comfortable enough with him to want this.

So, he follows her inside without another word, eyes scanning the area to make sure they were alone because, well, nothing would happen if her family was home.

"We're alone," Beth promises the moment she's closed the door behind them. If Judith or Carl where in the apartment, she would know, she'd be able to hear them, because it's not like Carl is especially wild, but he's still a teenager. No one in this apartment is particularly quiet.

"Well, except for her," she says as Anthony trots into the room, a tiny black cat with big green eyes. Her tail swishes as she approaches, then she butts her head against Jason's shin, rubs against his leg, and disappears down the hall again.

"You can put your stuff down wherever," she tells him. "Then c'mere."

Jason doesn't hesitate. He settles the bags on the floor and piles a lot of the rock climbing gear on top of it. He makes a show of straightening everything, keeping it in its area so it doesn't make a mess or become an obstacle for anyone walking by.

And then he's moving closer to her, reaching out to slip his arms around her waist but stopping short of catching her mouth in a kiss. He pulls closer to her and looks down, smiles gently, shyly.

But, there's anticipation in his eyes too.