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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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She tastes good. That's the first thought that pops into his head once he's opened her up so he can lick her. She tastes good and he licks at her slowly, exploratory, experimentally. Everything he's done so far she's seemed to like so he keeps at that, memorizing spots that make him shiver and moan and squirm.

Her hands are in his hair and that is what spurs him to let his tongue just pass over her clit, the barest of touches because he wants to feel that reaction. He wants to grab at his hair a bit, moan, pant, whatever but he wants to experience it all.

"Oh, God," she breathes at that swipe of his tongue, her back arching a little when the electric pulses of pleasure go through her. Her grip in his hair tightens for a moment before it relaxes again and she's breathing a little harder now. No part of her had expected to not enjoy all of it, she'd known right from the start they would both have a good time, but it's so different being in the moment.

His tongue on her clit is so good, so light, and it makes her lift her hips a little, wordlessly begging for more of the same.

"Jason... oh my God," she manages to say. Trying to encourage him. Her brain doesn't feel like it's working, though, like she can't quite form the right words.

Those are good sounds and those are good wods. Even someone like Jason who constantly wants to talk himself into believing the worst can't deny that she's liking what he's doing which means he should, of course, keep doing it.

The next time his tongue finds her clit, it's a little more solid, more firm. He presses down and wiggles his tongue before licking back into her, pressing as deep as he possibly can before sliding back and focusing on her clit once again.

A part of her feels like they've been waiting for something like this forever, even though she knows they haven't. It's just been a build up, waiting to be ready, feeling just a little bit on edge every time they kissed. But he's growing more confident and she can feel heat coursing through her, sliding deliciously down her spine, into her pelvis, gathering in her muscles.

"Jason," she breathes again, the word bordering on a moan as she arches toward him. "That's so... that's good."

She wants more, too, she wants him inside her and she knows it's coming, but even so she can't find the words to ask for it. He has to know, especially with the sounds she's making, the way she's breathing and grabbing at him.

He can hear the thready note in her voice, the indication that maybe he needs to ease off soon if he doesn't want her to come but this is -- it's so good and it's hard to pull himself away just yet. He slows down, trying not to overwhelm her too much before he, eventually, does pull off.

His face is wet and his eyes are bright when he crawls back up towards her, a little smile on his face.

"That was good?" he asks because he's him and he has to check.

Beth laughs at the question, curling toward him as he crawls back up her body, feeling too close to the edge, still needy for something. He'd brought her so close and then backed off and she knows she's not prepared to have a conversation about it.

All she wants is him.

"Yes," she says, a bit breathless, pressing her mouth to his shoulder, against the line of his throat. Her hand slides down his back, over the curve of his ass again before she reaches between their bodies and wraps her fingers around the length of his cock.

Jason hisses, arms feeling a little shaky all the sudden. It's ridiculous because she's barely touched him but that's all it takes apparently. A touch from her is enough to leave him breathless and shaking and ready to do anything she asks.

"Do you have -- " They should use something, he thinks. He hasn't been with anyone and he knows it's been some time for her but still, it's the responsible thing to do.

"-- something?" he manages to get out between dropping kisse all over her face and shoulders.

She really likes that, the sounds Jason makes when she touches him and she strokes his cock, slowly at first, letting herself get used to touching him.

"In the drawer," she answers, though it's hard to speak with Jason kissing her, with his mouth all over her skin like it is. She's still right on the edge, needing him almost desperately, and she's only half thinking about anything beyond just touching him and having him touch her.

But they need a condom. For all she wants to be a mother eventually, she knows she's not ready for it yet. And they're not ready for it together. So she takes one hand off him, reaching for the drawer beside her.

Good that means he doesn't have to go find his pants and get something from there. He doesn't have to move away from her at all so he doesn't, taking the condom from her and opening it up. He's about to get it on quickly, hastily when he realizes that it might be something she wants to do so he stops himself.

She's got her hand on his cock after all and he really doesn't want her to have to take it away so he bites his lip and asks, "Do you -- do you want to?"

Beth's not really thinking, she's only watching Jason's hands, watching the shift of his muscle, taking in every last thing she can before she realizes he's asking her about the condom. She gives him a quick smile, trusting that to be her answer as she reaches and takes it back from him. He's hard and smooth and warm in her hand.

This is one of those things she feels like she's never quite gotten the hang of and she fumbles a little, laughing at herself as she rolls the condom down slowly.

"Okay," she breathes, sliding her hands over his back again. "Okay."

"You can't mess this up," Jason says like he's reading her mind. He's thinking something similar, that he's going to mess this up, do the wrong thing, ruin the mood so he can only assume she's right there with him.

And she's doing really well, hands on his cock, rolling the condom down, making him shiver. He has to put a hand down on the head to brace himself so he doesn't fall over.

"So good," he mumbles, nodding. "So good."

That makes her smile, too, his gentle encouragement, and she arches up for another kiss, pressing her mouth against his hungrily. They're so close now and she lifts her hips and her thighs fall open further for him, her own sort of encouragement.

"I'm good," she whispers against his mouth. Her hand slides up his back, fingers threading through his hair. "I'm ready."

She feels like she's ready forever. All afternoon. Just waiting for this moment with him.

Jason's so wrapped up in how he's feeling that it takes him a second to realize what she means. But when he does, his cheeks flush and he nods, moving closer to her. He wants to ask, again, if she's ready but if he keeps asking her that, she's probably going to smack him at some point so he does.

Instead, he wraps a hand around his cock and slides closer, taking a few deep breaths. Though he doesn't ask her again if she's okay, he does meet her eyes, a non verbal check in just one last time.

Beth's mouth twitches up into a smile and she nods, rubbing her hand down his back again, smoothing lower so her fingers can curve over his ass and she gives a playful little push. It's not enough to actually do again, not enough to press him inside of her without his control, but it's a gentle tease, a way to let him know this is good. This is all exactly what she wants.

And she thinks it's what he wants to, if how hard he'd been in her hand is anything to go by.

"Please," she breathes. There's no way for him to mistake that for exactly what it is. She wants him, she wants all of this. And she's done waiting for it, if he's ready for it, too.

Well, he's powerless under a request like that. But, he still makes sure he's slow and careful, pushing into her in a smooth motion that has him shivering as soon as the head of his cock is inside of her. If it feels this good and they've barely done anything, he has no idea how he's going to last long. Hopefully she won't hold it against him.

He keeps pushing until he's all the way inside of her, hips flush against hips and nearly panting with the pleasure that was washing over him.

“Oh my God,” Beth breathes when Jason first pushes inside of her. This is exactly what she’s been waiting for, this amazing feeling, and she lifts her hips to help him, to change the angle. He slips in deeper, then deeper, and it does take a moment for her body to adjust, because it’s been a little while for her, but then the burning stretch fades away and all that’s left is that amazing feeling of being filled.

”You’re so good,” she murmurs, not even entirely aware of what she’s saying. Her hands are sliding over his back again, smoothing over his skin. She doesn’t want to urge him to move yet if he’s not ready and she can enjoy this, too, just the sensation of him inside of her. “God, Jason, you feel so good.”

"So do you," Jason says because he has no head to be quippy or smart or anything. He just has to stay there, inside of her and unmoving so he can get himself under control. He thinks that if he moves now, one or two thrusts would have him undone and he doesn't want things to end that quick.

He doesn't want to make the first time with her that bad. So, he stills, dropping a kiss against her forehead and down on her temple.

"It's so good."

She's really lucky.

Her life has been a hard one in a lot of ways and she's been through so much loss, but Beth has done her best not to harden herself to other possibilities. She wants to still be open to friendships and to love and she's so lucky to have met someone like Jason. Someone she cares about and wants to be with and someone who cares about her in return.

Shifting under him, she smiles when he kisses her, then tilts her head slightly so she can catch his mouth with hers again. She doesn't want to rush him, but she lifts one leg, wrapping it around his, her foot sliding along the inside of his thigh.

She's not as lucky as him.

And while he doesn't rush it either, he takes that leg around his waist as a slight hint. He can't help but laugh a little and he nods, barely, before he pulls his hips back and then thrusts forwards, finding a tentative rhythm, exploring how they fit and what way worked best and which way made her feel the best.

That was the most important thing because everything made him feel good.

That first thrust sends a little ripple of pleasure through Beth and she gasps softly, the begins to move with him. After losing Daryl, she had wondered if anything would feel right again, if she'd ever find a way to be connected like this to someone again, and she'd been so happy to be proven wrong. To know there are other people out there who would care for her. People who would make sex feel like something just a little bit bigger than their bodies simply fitting together.

Jason makes her feel like that. As her hands slide up and down his back, fingers curving over his shoulder, hanging onto him, she knows this isn't just about getting to sleep with her.

She settles into his rhythm, moving with him, her breath catching in her chest every single time he sinks into her again.

Jason's taking the way she reacts as a good sign. A sign that so far, what he's doing is what she wants and so he doesn't stray from what works just yet. He does, if anything, go a little faster and a little harder because his body demands it but he doesn't try anything fancy.

God, he doesn't know if he's cut out for anything like that.

He does bend his neck and mouths at her neck, lips closing around her pulse point and sucking hard at the same time as he snaps forward, harder and deeper than before, drawing a moan out of him.

It feels so good. He feels so good. She's trembling with it, her breath and her words both caught in her throat, wanting to tell him how happy he's been making her, but knowing she'll never get the words right. Jason never should have happened to her, she's not sure how she's gone this lucky yet again, but she's not going to waste it.

"God," she breathes, still moving with him, feeling heat building inside of her. Her fingers stroke up his back and she tilts her head for his mouth, giving him more access to her skin. His lips on her throat make her shiver, the feeling dragging down her spine, straight into her belly and then lower still.

If Jason were the type to make quips, he might joke about him not being God but someone else but he can barely think straight so he sure as hell isn't going to make jokes. No, he's just going to focus on their bodies, how his feels inside of hers, how much longer he might be able to keep going before his body betrays him and he can't hang on any longer.

He says her name against her neck and pumps his hips harder and harder, finding that string of control that had been keeping him slow and somewhat steady snapped. He doesn't think she'll mind though.

Beth gasps again, moving with him, her fingers tightening on his back now as his hips thrust into her harder. She's saying his name, whispering it or groaning it, she can't even be sure, but she knows her lips are forming the right syllables and already she wants this again. She wants this as often as he'll want it.

Her body is trembling, her muscles tightening and relaxing, sweat prickling her skin. It's so warm in the room, so warm under him and she says his name again, clinging to him tightly.

It's warm everywhere. The room, her body, all of it and it's making it hard for Jason to do anything but move. He's given up on thinking and talking (for the most part) and his world has pretty much narrowed to where his body is connected to hers.

He keeps moving, thrusting hard and fast but he knows that he's not going to be able to keep it up much longer. He glances up at her and manages to mumble, "Should I touch you too?"