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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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For the smallest of moments, he thinks she's tripped and his expression changes, pleasure morphing into worry before he realizes that she's just sat down and she's laughing.

"I thought you'd tripped," he admits, snickering a bit before putting one knee on the bed next to her hip.

"I thought you'd fallen and I was going to have to check you for injuries," he laughs. "That would have been an incredible mood killer."

"You can check me anyway," she teases with a grin, her hands moving to the waist of his pants, her fingers teasing along the edge of the material before she starts to undo them. Before she finishes, she changes her mind, reaching her hands down to take off her own top, tossing it somewhere into the corner before she scoots back on the bed a little, inviting Jason to follow her.

"Just in case I'm hurt," she says. "Might have to check me all over."

She just wants him touching her. Just wants to feel his hands on her, to know how much he wants this, too. She wants the weight of his body on top of her, the warmth of him. Everything.

"I'm no doctor," he laughs before sliding his hands along her shoulders and bringing his lips close behind. "Lay back and close your eyes. I'll do my best."

He doesn't need medical skills for this sort of thing. He just needs some confidence and he needs her and right now, he has both. The confidence is shaky, always, but it's growing more and more solid as things progress.

"Let me see if there's anything wrong."

There's nothing wrong, nothing at all, not with Jason so close to her, his hands on her, his lips following. She moves back on the bed and reaches for him again, her hands slipping over his shoulder, up the side of his neck before she turns her head and catches his mouth with hers.

"Find anything?" she asks in a low, teasing voice, her lips moving against his as she speaks.

At this point she's not even completely sure of what she's saying, she's speaking just because she'd started and she's distracted by Jason's presence and his touch. Her hand falls to his belt again, working on undoing his pants, getting them open, getting just more of him.

"I didn't really look all that hard," Jason admits, laughing at himself. He'd been too consumed with trying to kiss her and touch that playing doctor, even minimally, had just gone out the window. And he sure as hell wan't going to try now with her hands on his belt, trying to work his pants open.

"But, I think you're fine," he advised with an easy nod. "I think you're going to live on and do great things with your life."

He doesn't mean what's happening right now but that's a great thing too if they're able to make it happen.

"I think we're doin' a pretty great thing right now," Beth answers with a grin just before she pulls him into another kiss, done with talking for the moment. She finally gets his pants open and begins to push them down his hips, dragging her fingertips over his skin as she does.

She feels a little needy for touch, her thighs spreading to fit him between them, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of her. Any words that come out are only half articulated, whispered versions of his name against his mouth.

She spreads her legs just enough that he can slot himself in and he shudders, trying not to just press himself flush against her. He wants to but that would also make the removal of his pants difficult so he waits. Waits until she's gotten them down his hips a bit and then he shoves them the rest of the way down, kicking them off until he's just in his boxers.

"We're doing all right," he agrees just before she pulls him into a kiss, one that he returns eagerly, finally letting some more of his weight settle on top of her. Considering he's almost completely naked, it's a heady sensation, one that makes him shudder in pleasure.

They've touched each other before, this isn't the first time, but it's the first time like this. The first time Beth knows they're not going to stop, they're not going to be interrupted by something that forces them to stop and as she smooths her hands down over Jason's back, she rolls her hips up at the same time.

She really needs to get these pants off. There's not a lot to them, she'd worn a pair of yoga tights, wanting to be able to move easily on the rock, but they're still too much. She wants to feel his skin against hers.

"Help me," she murmurs against his mouth as she reaches for the waist of her tights.

Lucky for her, taking pants off is one of those things that Jason doesn't think he can mess up, Sure, he could probably delay them and maybe even rip her pants if he's not careful but he thinks he can do this pretty easily.

So, he grasps her pants by the waist and starts tugging them down slowly, carefully, not wanting to go too fast and startle but not wanting to waste time in seeing all that gorgeous skin either.

Beth thinks she's probably more impatient than Jason, reaching down to help him, kicking her pants off the rest of the way. They land somewhere on the floor, but she's not worrying about that now, she's focused entirely on Jason, on the way his skin feels under her hands, how warm he is pressed up against her. They're both barely dressed now, just that final last layer between them and when she presses up, when she rolls her hips against him, she can feel him right there.

"Jason," she breathes, her hands sliding down, fingertips teasing along the waist of the fabric. She wants those off, too, she wants all the layers off that are between them, but she doesn't want him to feel like she's rushing him.

Jason makes a quiet sound of pleasure, of appreciation and encouragement before he drops his forehead to hers and breathes hotly. He has to take a few breaths before he finds his voice and even then, it's thick and slow because she's affected him that much already.

"Are you sure?" They were getting to a place where they had never been before and Jason just wants to make sure this is what she wants. It's what he wants, more than anything, but he has to make absolutely sure that she's okay with this still.

Beth pauses in her movements, in her touches, and she reaches up with one hand, stroking her fingers against Jason's cheek. Even with his body pressed against hers, she's aware enough and in control of herself enough to pause in this moment.

"I'm sure," she promises, holding his gaze, wanting him to see that she's sincere. There's no way in the world she wants him to ever feel like he's asking her for things she's not comfortable giving. He's not the sort of guy who ever would and she knows that, but she also really wants to be transparent with him.

"I am," she says. "If you are."

"I am," Jason says and starts to ask about protection and the like but holds off. Not because he doesn't want to use it but because he wants to build up to needing it. He's just gotten her clothes off and they've kissed a little so there's plenty of time to get to what he thinks is going to be sex.

She still has time to change her mind and he's still absolutely fine if she does but they can take their time. No one is going to burst in her door to try and take him away so he doesn't have to rush it.

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"Good," Beth says with a smile, then slips her fingers into his hair and pulls him down toward her for another kiss. She can't imagine changing her mind, not now, not with his weight on her, deliciously heavy. His arms are strong and when she touches him, his skin feels hot.

"I really want to," she says again with a laugh. "I really want you."

It feels good to say that, to not be afraid of it, and she slides her hands down his back, over his hips. Her fingers tuck into the waist of his boxers then, her hands creeping inside, over his ass.

"I really want you too," Jason mumbles, tucking his face against her neck when he feels those fingers venture down. He's not a virgin, he's been touched before but it's so different with her. Everything is different with her. He has to focus on his breathing, focus on not making embarrassing noises because all he wants to do is coo and purr and moan against her skin.

He doesn't though. He mouths at her neck and licks her pulse while she feels his ass and god, does that feel good. It feels so good.

That makes her feel good, a rippling of pleasure that rolls through her and settles low in the base of her spine. It makes her push her hips up again, wanting to get closer to him. What she really wants is just to feel him, the heat of his skin against her, and her hands both slip completely into his boxers. She's nudging them down bit by bit, revealing more of his skin, shifting under him to help herself get them off.

"I, um," she murmurs, feeling a little shy. Turning her head, she presses her lips to the edge of his jaw, the skin just in front of his ear.

"I want to see you," she finally manages to say, her cheeks burning as she does. Speaking so plainly always embarrasses her, but it's still the truth. "All of you."

"All of -- oh." He can feel the heat in her face as she speaks and he hides a smile against her neck before pushing himself up a bit. His boxers are almost all the way down but they're not down enough for him to fully be naked.

That is something he's going to have to do and so he does, hooking his fingers into the waist of his shorts and pushing them down until he's having to shifted a bit, plucking them from around his legs and then he's there before her, naked and trying not to blush himself.

"God, you're..." But she trails off, her cheeks still pink, even though she doesn't look away from him. He's so handsome and Beth knows she's been really lucky in that regard, all these handsome men who have wanted her for some reason and Jason is no exception.

She reaches out for him again, trailing her hands over his skin, her fingertips gliding over his stomach, the edge of his hip, teasing him for a moment. Then her palm grazes his cock and she's touched him before, she's gotten him off before, but this is still different.

There's nothing between them now, except the one last layer of her underwear, and they're in her bed.

He wasn't ready for that touch. It's barely a touch, feather light and quick, but he still shivers and his skin still flushes. He has to lean down, brace a hand on the bed so he doesn't fall over. He's no teenager but he sure feels like one right now.

"You're going to inflate my ego," he says with a little shake of his head. But, he doesn't want her to not look at him like that. It's so, so, so warming, so good to look at her and know she's seeing him for him. She's not looking at him as a means to get something or as a way to accomplish a goal. She's just seeing him.

"I want to see you too," he murmurs, reaching for her underwear now, heart thumping loudly in his chest.

As far is Beth is concerned, Jason should feel good about himself, he should know how good looking he is, and she has no problem being the one to tell him. She used to be much more self conscious about her own body, about the straight, narrow way she's built, without much in the way of any curves, but it's not like she can hide that under clothes. If Jason didn't like that, she has to figure he wouldn't be here now.

So she reaches down to help him with her underwear, pulling them over her hips, kicking them carefully away.

She's nervous and yet not. She wants Jason to look at her and she wants to feel the weight of his gaze and his hands both. She wants to know that he wants her as much as she wants him.

Oh. Oh.

Suddenly, they're both very naked and suddenly his heart is pounding. Not because he's nervous but because she looks so beautiful like this. He swallows around a knot in his throat and then leans down to press the lightest of kisses against her lips.

And then he starts sliding kisses down her body, down her chest and near her navel, down and down, getting closer to her thighs and the spot between her legs. He's not doing much to be subtle, trying to let her know what he is going to do in a second but he's not rushing, not pushing, not going too fast.

Beth inhales sharply at the touch of Jason's mouth against her skin and she reaches out, her fingers carding through his hair. They're in no hurry and she loves the way his lips feel, how warm he is, and her other hand slides across his back as he slips away from her.

A shiver goes through her when he kisses her stomach, near the edge of her hip. Her muscles tighten and then relax and a soft laugh slips out of her, one that speaks of excitement and anticipation and pleasure.

"Jason," she breathes, liking even the way his name sounds.

Jason smiles up at her, sliding his hands up and down her thighs as he settles in between them. He's a little nervous, yes, but only because he wants to make sure she feels good. He wants her to enjoy herself and he's just a little anxious because it's been awhile since he's really been with someone so thoroughly, so completely.

"Is this all right?" Jason asks, nodding down at her. "Is this -- do you want me to?"

"Yes," she says, laughing. Every other moment her mood seems to shift just a little, going from laughter to absolute breathlessness and she thinks that's such a good sign of what they are to each other and what they are together. Jason makes her happy, he can make her laugh, but at the same time, he can do this.

She feels particularly undone with him.

"I really, really want you to," she tells him and the fingers in his hair relax, stroking against his scalp. It's alright, everything is more than okay, she's trying to tell him that with just her eyes, the way she touches him. This is everything she wants. And hopefully it's what he wants, too.

"Good," Jason says before lowering himself down and nosing himself against her thighs. He could have gone right to where they both wanted him, could have just dove in, metaphorically speaking, but he wants to make this good, make it right, make it memorable.

So, he presses kisse against her thighs before he moves more between her legs and licks her open slowly, carefully. He's touched her before but this is an entirely new kind of touch and he wants to learn what she likes just as much as he wants to give her pleasure.