It feels like something just stung his neck but it's lost on Harold's passion-addled mind. He's never done this before... he's never felt like this before... Carver's body - a woman's body - is so unknown to him and he can't stop himself from exploring her. One hand weaves back into that wonderful mane of striped hair as he guides the fingertips of the other down her body.

Eufiber slowly gives way in the path of his soft touch, exposing her soft skin to his curious fingers. She's so smooth, like her skin has never been dry or cracked... no one ever told him how good it'd feel her curves under his hand... His heart almost skips a beat as his fingers follow the gentle slope of her chest, slowly grazing across her nipple before following the willowy curve of her side. Oh God, he's got to come back to that later.

Soon, his hand and the slowly retreating Eufiber find and reveal the soft curve her hip and his fingers gently wrap around it. Is this what he should be doing or how he should be doing it? She's lost in this, responding to his curious and inexperienced touch, and even the slightest peep of pleasure feels like electricity down his spine. His breath is hot in her ear as one of his thighs presses between her legs while his hand squeezes her hip in time.

Wait... no, she is doing that... Harold's hand slides back up her side, stopping where his forefinger and thumb can outline the underside of her breast, and he manages to tilt his neck away from Carver's mouth. The cut slowly seals up - oh man, those cuts of hers really are dangerous and a bitch to heal - and he pulls his head back enough for his lips to be by her soft cheek, "I promised..."

*  *  *

"Sorry," Carver whispers, not sounding apologetic at all. "Do you always keep your promises?"

She doesn't let him answer; instead, she kisses him again, and he can taste his own blood on her tongue. Her hands both slide down his sides; she pauses at his waistband and slides her fingers under his pants, touching the hidden skin there.

She smiles at his shivers, happy that she can make him feel so good. Carver begins to bring her hands back up. On the way, she catches his shirt and takes it with her, drawing it up over his head.

Oh yes, he definitely needs better clothing, Carver grins to herself. She kisses his bare shoulders and chest, the taste of his skin reminding her of the joy of his fresh blood.

Goosebumps rise on her skin as his bare chest touches her breasts. "Oh, Harry," she moans as she rubs her hands over the bare skin that isn't pressed to her own. He has almost no chest hair, just a sprinkling over his upper chest and a little around his bellybutton.

She did feel a little guilty about drinking his blood, so she decided to figure out what he likes. "Hey," she whispers, "what do you prefer? Just so I know what to focus on."

*  *  *

He hasn't a clue... this beautiful woman is writhing with pleasure under him and he has no idea how to keep doing it. The feeling of Carver's bare skin against his and her searching hands drives his rushing blood even faster through him, making him dip his head down to hers and his heavy breathing quivers with ecstasy.

There isn't enough of her for Harold to explore, not enough to satisfy the burning need for her. His hands run all over her, pulling her as close as she can be while memorizing every contour and special spot or motion that bring more moans of pleasure from her.

What does he prefer? Moving close to Carver's ear, he whispers quietly to her, "I... don't know." He catches her earlobe between gentle lips and teeth, seeing if this is another one of her spots, "I've never done this before..."

*  *  *

Carver blinks in surprise at his confession, trying to thing though the sensations traveling though her. "You're a..." she doesn't finish the sentence, mostly because it wouldn't be something that he'd like talking about.

"Well," she says after a moment, "I guess I'll have to show you what you like." She's suddenly nervous - she's never dealt with a virgin and she hopes that she won't mess it up for him.

"First, loose the pants," she says as she gently tugs on a belt loop.

*  *  *

Show him what he likes? Oh, the pants... that smooth skin... right, pants, can't keep those around. Holding his shoulders up on one elbow, Harold looks between his and Carver's body - good God she looks so amazing - and brushes past her hand at his waist to reach for the button on his pants.

Hold on... she gave him these pants. Harold concentrates for a few seconds and the pants slowly pull away to single tube of Eufiber running down his left leg, slowly inching away to expose more and more flesh. Why doesn't he feel embarrassed? He looks back at Carver, leaning close to her face again, "Thanks for the pants again... and now what?"

*  *  *

Carver looks down between their bodies until he lowers himself back down. His tendency toward being well-built extends to all parts of his body, and Carver feels her body tingle from head to toe.

"Relax," she whispers just before she kisses him. As his body settles back against hers, she made sure that he was nestled between her legs. Despite the fact that she was ready for it, she still gasps when she feels him press against her.

She melts the Eufiber between their lower bodies away slowly, making the loss of the cloth a new sensation. There is nothing between them now, and Carver can barely breathe from the intimacy. She breaks off the long kiss – that can’t help her ability to breathe either – and gives him a lazy smile. “Why don’t you take a look around? Take your time, we have lots to just play and explore.”

*  *  *

Her legs feel smooth against his, just like the rest of her body, driving him even more mad with desire. Not even a week ago he'd be terrified and unable to act; now Harold has to strive not to jump ahead of the game. He feels a hint of hair and tender skin brush against him, bringing a quiver and moan from both of them... He catches Carver's sultry and strobing eyes and smile and he sneaks a quick but strong kiss, "Sure... tell me if I do something wrong... or, uh, right."

Sliding slowly along her body, he runs his lips and tongue from her neck and down towards her chest. Her scent, the faint and salty taste of her skin, the smooth texture, every bit of the experience explodes in his mind. His hands lead the way down her exquisite body, finding every contour of her and trying to compliment his searching mouth. What's... oh, that's what that is... He can feel the change of texture in her skin beneath his lips, tasting it briefly before reaching the waiting nipple and slowly drawing it into his mouth. One hand slowly reaches back up to gently cup her other breast, gently rubbing it as his teeth and tongue alternate across her areola and nipple... he's not sure if she likes it, but he definitely likes it...

*  *  *

Carver hisses with pleasure and arches into him. "For someone who doesn't know what he's doing, you're pretty good," she whispers, running her fingers through his hair - and applying a gentle pressure to remain in place, to keep doing this. His tongue does something particularly pleasant and Carver gasps and amends, "Really, really good."

*  *  *

The grin is lost in her breast, but he just continues to nibble and massage her tender skin, trying and succeeding to draw out more quiet moans of pleasure as his silent way of saying "Thank you." She's barely doing anything to him and he's still spiraling deeper into the moment. Oh God, what's it like to be on the receiving end, how could he even think?

Giving her breast one last gentle squeeze, Harold slowly slides his palm down Carver's body, dipping into the curve of her waist before moving to graze the tender skin of her abdomen. That feeling of soft hair tickles his hand, bringing another gasp from her as he compliments it with a quick nibble - no, not yet, he's supposed to wait for that, right? - and his hand moves to slowly rub down her inner thigh. Follow her body's lead; just repeat what she likes... but not enough to make her get sick of it, right? As the hand reaches her knee and starts to move back up the soft skin of her thigh, he draws in a little more of her breast, looking for every possible way to excite her.

*  *  *

Carver whimpers and tries to think as Harry does his best to make sure she can't. His hand is skirting all the good spots and Carver wiggles, just a little, before remembering that this is his show. For the moment, that cold voice reminds her, and Carver almost loses the mood. But Harry's hand starts to travel back up her leg as he moves his mouth over her breast, and Carver no longer cares what the voice says.

Carver feels a little guilty again; Harry's doing all the work. Harry is kneeling, just a little, on the bed, and Carver carefully slips a foot between his legs to give him a little bit of sensation. Before her eruption, she wouldn't have been brave enough to try this, or good enough to do it right, but now, her toes carefully stroke sensitive, warm, firm flesh.

*  *  *

Wh... that's... Carver's tender touch makes Harold's knees twitch a bit and her breast momentarily drops out of his mouth as he quickly gasps for air. His fingers lightly grip the smooth inside of her leg as he stops for a beat to enjoy what she's doing to him. God, that feels so good... keep up with her, make her feel like that too.

Harold shifts and focuses on her other breast, this time slowly spiraling around it. His hand continues its slow circuit, feeling her skin grower warmer and warmer as he keeps is hand much lower than when he first went down her leg. God, how much longer can he do this, he was lucky that he could think before and now those dexterous toes were driving away all thought. Just as he finally crosses onto the tip of her breast, curious and gentle fingers brush against tender, sensitive, moist skin...

*  *  *

"Geez!" Carver almost yelps Harry times his mouth on her breast with his fingers making their way into the apex of her legs. "Oh, god."

She meant to let him set the pace, but she needs a little more right now. She tugs his head back up to hers to kiss him, taking his lower lip lightly between her teeth at one point. "Sorry," she whispers when she stops. "I had to kiss you for a moment."

She puts her lips next to his ear so that she can whisper, "Circles."

"Huh?" Harry asks.

"When you're down there and don't know what to do, move in circles," Carver says, blushing slightly. "Just a suggestion." She nibbles on his ear for a moment, then releases him and allows him to resume his experimentation.

*  *  *

Okay, he's definitely on the right path. She's anxious, that's clear enough... get back to where he was, bring her back up again. Lips and teeth find the erect and waiting nipple and Harold fingers rediscover the warm, tender waiting for him. Circles... what did she mean by that?

Oh, thank god he was a nova, there's no way he could divide his attention like this as a baseline. Carver twists with pleasure under him as fingers slides past her soft folds and slowly tests their limits. It's so warm, so moist... stay focused, don't jump ahead... wait, what's that? She bucks and moans loudly under him and presses up hard into him as he goes back to the same spot. Ahh, move in circles right here... he should probably do that other thing too, people always talk about that.

Giving one last suck and nip, Harold starts to move the rest of the way down her body as his fingers start to gently circle the spot he had found. He steals a moment to gaze at her inhumanly beautiful body, wondering for a moment how the hell someone so stunning is doing this with him, and stops his descent just below her hips. Remembering to continue using her advice, looks back up her lean body, making sure he's not doing something wrong.

*  *  *

Oh, my god, he's gonna, the cold voice says, for once neither cold nor angry. For once, it sounds anticipatory about something besides killing.

"Harry, you don't have to do that," Carver says softly. "I mean, I'm not going to complain..." Damn straight she won't; just seeing him lying down there, ready to jump in makes her heart pound even harder. And the fact that he's so ready and sincere, unlike other guys... Jimmy never offered and Owen didn't have time. She has an idea. "Maybe, if you want to do that, we should do each other at the same time?"

*  *  *

The same time? Wow... make it quick, even the scent of her here is intoxicating. "Uh, sure," Harold says quietly with a bit of wonder. How to do this... people always joked about it but he's never considered it before. He's never done anything like this before!

Turning his body around on the bed, Harold slowly lines himself up with Carver, trying to balance and... well, aim at the same time. Damn, this is awkward. "Wait," she whispers through a sigh, "Get on your back before you fall on me."

Quickly complying, Harold rolls himself onto the bed and Carver swings herself to her hands and knees over him almost at the same time. Her hips slowly press down to him, tilting with anticipation as the red and green hair starts to tickle his chin. Okay, same idea as before, just upside dooo... His mind almost shuts down as her lips touch him for the first time and his hands reach up to grip her smooth hips. Whoa, this might be harder than he thought... just keep going, bring her there too.

Refocused, he lifts his head up to dive into her, following the path his fingers did before and tasting every bit of her that he can. Circles, damn it, circles! He finds the spot again and slowly traces it, bringing a deep but muffled moan for her. She presses backward into him, hungry for more, and he can already feel the storm she's bringing up inside of him. He keeps trying to make her moan and quake harder and harder with his tongue and now fingers, but whatever she's doing to him is starting to take over his whole body... his hips are already following her head in time and there's something building up inside him, screaming to get out...

*  *  *

Carver tries to focus on what she's doing to Harry - that's the trick, focus on your partner. She wraps her hand firmly - but remember to be gentle - around him and gets a feel for him, running her fingers up and down.

Her other hand slips under his testicles and begins to manipulate them, feeling them instinctively tighten at her touch. In the meantime, she’s gotten a feel for him and she hazards the first lick, barely skimming the head. It is more to tease than to excite, but he jerks in her hand anyway.

Harry’s hands and tongues are stealing her strength, loosing the muscles in her legs and blocking her thoughts. Only her super-human reflexes allow her to continue on him without interruption.

And now for fun, she smiles as she wraps her lips around his head. Like all men, he tastes different here, but part of that is the scent of his blood under the skin. It excites her all the more, making her more susceptible to what Harry’s doing to her. She has to fight to focus on him, to roll her tongue just under his head. His hands tighten on her hips and Carver smiles and slides more of him in, keeping her tongue and lips in pleasurable motion. This time, she gets a noise from him.

She takes the time to explore him, to learn how he feels and tastes before she goes for the gold, taking him in as deep as she can. She earns another noise as she draws out and then in as far as she can again. His hips begin to move, and she sets up a steady rhythm, designed to drive him toward the end.

But her tight focus is now working against her; she no longer has any defenses against what he’s doing to her. Her own body is starting to respond to Harry; she can feel herself building toward climax. Then his testicles contract tightly and he becomes rock-hard. Within seconds, he’s coming and Carver slides him further in her mouth back to facilitate swallowing. She gulps him down, and as she swallows the last, she realizes that she hasn’t breathed at all in the last ten minutes or so. At least this is good for something more enjoyable hanging off the side of a building, Carver happily thinks as she gently sucks Harry clean.

*  *  *

Whoa, nothing has ever felt that good... somehow, his tongue is still moving, slowly stroking the length of her lips. Oh God, she's still... pay attention to her body, not what she's doing!

Taking one last deep and complete taste of Carver's moist inside, Harold's tongue darts back to that little nub waiting for him. Circles... they've been driving her wild... He starts to trace the area around it - better find out what it's called - teasing it with a steady rhythm as his fingers slide back between her lips and into her. He can feel her hands starting to grip his thighs and his fingers' rhythmic motions become easier and easier, working in time now with his tongue. Her body presses down into his as her hips push back harder and tilt even more in response to his now quickening lapping and thrusting.

Suddenly, Carver's entire body tightens, seizing tightly around his fingers as her hands squeeze Harold's legs, yet barely a peep escapes her now gaping mouth... until she groans loudly and primally with pleasure and her entire body shudders before collapsing onto him.

Licking up the last of the wet within Carver, Harold lets his head drop back onto the bed as his hands relax on her hips and rear. If he was a baseline he'd be panting, "Oh my God... that was..."

*  *  *

"...wonderful," Carver finishes when Harry doesn't provide the words. She's sprawled on top of him, falling pretty much where she was.

Carver has to wait until she can move, but she already knows what she'll do. First, she applies her mouth and fingers to Harry, encouraging him to firmness again. "What?" he starts to ask.

"We've barely started," Carver assures him, turning around and straddling him. She doesn't slide him in yet; she wants to ask him something. "Do you want to be on top first?"

Harry thinks for a moment and says, "Let's try what position you want first."

"Ok," Carver says and shifts her hips, sliding him between her lips for a moment. He shudders with pleasure, and Carver hesitates to ask, "Are you ready?"

At his nod, she shifts her hips and moves him to her entrance. In a slow, careful movement, she bears down on him, taking him inside of her.

*  *  *

This is... the real thing... she's so warm, so soft, oh God this feels so good... Harold's instinctively rise up to meet Carver's as she settler onto of him and starts to slowly rock her hips back and forth. That little smile of satisfaction on her face runs another shiver of excitement down his body, adding to the electric feeling that followed wherever they touched. He tries to match the building rhythm of her body with his own, hoping he doesn't move out of time, all the while mesmerized by the sight of her exquisite body slowly grinding against him.

Unsummoned, his hands slide up her legs and before Harold can register what's happening, Carver gives him an encouraging grin, and his hands wrap around her hips again. Closing her eyes with the barest whimper of pleasure, she continues to guide his hands and body with her hips, adding to the still building urgency between them. God, she's incredible and this feels so good... He struggles to keep himself focused in the moment, trying to fully enjoy the amazing sensations without losing all thought, "Why... why didn't we... do this before?"

*  *  *

Carver's head rocks back as the sweet feel of invasion, of being filled to the core, warms her body. He's so real inside of her, so firm. Heat burns throughout her body as Harry begins to thrust into her.

Harry is looking up at her with an expression of pure wonder. Carver had momentarily forgotten, in all of the sensations of the moment, that this was his first time. But he's taking to it well, Carver thinks as his hands slide up to grip her hips, creating a shiver of pleasure. She smiles in encouragement.

Carver takes the question as a joke; laughing softly, she replies, "Is that a rhetorical question? I don't know; we just didn't."

As she talks, she runs her hands over his chest, learning the feel of his frame. She's a little more serious as she says, "Can you tell me why we didn't do this earlier?"

*  *  *

Why didn't they? This is so incredible, no wonder people do this all the time... but he can't think of anyone else but her as a partner... is that why? The need for a connection? Harold's body shivers under her light touch and he hungrily arches up into Carver. His body doesn't want to talk, just drink her in as much as possible.

She's serious... talk to her, answer her, get swallowed up by her... He keeps his eyes on hers, trying to form the words while not being distracted by her heavenly body, "Maybe because... I nevvvvv..." Oh God, she's taking even more of him... and those squeezes... Somehow, his mind continues to work, "I didn't think... you'd ever want me like this..." And, deep inside, this will never end...