Sweethearts

“What if you didn't have to?”

She shivered at the weight in his voice. He was serious – Dawn didn't even have to question that, Barry was always serious. And she didn't know how to respond to that. Here he was, so close she could feel his breath across lightly shaking lip, the only clothing between them her stockings and his boxers, and he was asking her, in no uncertain terms...

“If I wanted to make love to you... right now... would you want that? Would you like that?”

She kissed him so she wouldn't have to answer yet, her hand coming back to life to twine her fingers with his. “Why?” she whispered once the word surfaced, letting out a soft sigh as Barry's hand slid back across her temple to play in her hair.

“I'm not good at waiting,” he answered. “Even when I'm the one who said we had to.”

Dawn couldn't stop herself from giggling at his honesty. “No... you've always been impatient...”

For a moment, each of them found their thumbs caressing the others' cheek, their eyes locked quietly. With a soft sigh, Dawn closed hers first, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss. “What made you change your mind?”

“I...” What was it? It had been so many things that had crossed his mind that day... which one of them had been the factor? But then he remembered the day before...

“There was something... something Winnie said. When I called her and Blake perverts for... you know.”

Dawn nodded softly, letting out another little laugh. “What was it?”

“That... they do love each other... and that they just choose to express it in that way.” He leaned up slightly, pressing his lips to her forehead, feeling his breathing pick up again and trying not to wonder if it was from nerves or anticipation. “...I think I understand what she means now... I'm laying here so close to you... but I want to be closer...”

“I know,” she whispered back, nuzzling against his jaw. “I... want my body to be as close to you as my heart is...”

The corniness of her statement didn't escape either of them, as they let out their own nervous laughter after a few second passed. Dawn had meant every word, though, and she put her arm across his back, pulling him closer to her.

He wrapped his arm around her in return, their other hands still tangled together between their chests, and he felt her shiver slightly in his arms. "So... Does that mean..."

"Yes, Barry. I don't want to wait. Let's try." Her voice was soft but firm, her hand running down his spine before her eyes found his again. "Who knows when we might get a chance like this again?"

"Tomorrow?" he teased, kissing her nose. "But... If you're sure."

"Barry! I am going to fine you all kinds of.... I don't even know what!" she spouted, glaring at him, though there was a playful glint in her eye. "Stop all of this fussing and worrying! Stop! I was the one who was trying to talk you into it, or do you not remember that?"

He turned bright red all over again at her words. "I... didn't realize you actually had been-"

She kissed him to cut off anything more he might have to say, then started giggling against his lips. "Come on... Barry... come on..." she urged, giving him a few chaste kisses between words.

He groaned, pushing his body closer up against hers, letting himself grind against her again, but on purpose this time. He was barely prepared for that sensation, moaning louder and kissing her eagerly as he felt her through only the thin fabric. "I... Dawn I want you," he whispered, grinning at the words. "I do, I do," he assured her, pressing his lips along her cheek and neck. He'd never even started to go soft after their earlier tryst, instead silently hoping she'd fall asleep quickly so he'd be able to handle it on his own, or perhaps that he'd fall asleep before the ache set in. But now his hardness was rubbing against her legs slowly, their kisses made more difficult by the grins spread across each of their faces.

"I still... haven't seen..." Dawn gasped as her breathing picked back up. She felt Barry release her hand carefully, his fingers splaying across her breast and squeezing there instead. Her hand followed his, holding it there gently, something like a purr coming from her throat at the motion.

"Haven't seen...?"

"If I'm going to have it inside of me... I want to see it first," she admitted quietly, feeling the flush spread down her neck as well. "You... I want to see you..."

He nodded stiffly, suddenly nervous all over again, even though he'd already agreed to letting her see him some time earlier. "Okay," he assured her, kissing her hairline. He let go of her slowly, shivering slightly as the room seemed cooler without her pressed against his bare skin, then let himself roll onto his back. She followed him part way, her head resting on his chest still.

For a moment, Dawn just let her lips be pressed to his sternum, laying still with her arm draped over his stomach. His own arm was laying across her back, stroking her side slowly, though he was careful to avoid the areas where he knew she was ticklish. Finally, her hand started to inch downward, her palm rubbing into his stomach as it found its way to his waistband.

She turned her head to look just before her hand reached cloth, her ear resting against his ribs now as she gazed down his body. Barry gulped nervously, his view of anything besides her hair completely cut off by where she was laying - he had only her actual touch to go by to know what she was up to. She sighed a little again, nuzzling him slightly as she pushed against the elastic. She could see the tent in his boxers – she smiled as she remembered that they were, indeed, buizel-print boxers – clearly from this angle, but it hid most of him since he was relaxed against his stomach. “Dawn,” he hissed as her fingers slid under the band, making it between his skin and his length quicker than she'd expected.

She felt him against the back of her hand, first. He felt too hot to be skin, like he'd just gotten out of a hot bath. Then, with a little more courage, she managed to twist her wrist around to actually wrap her palm around him, the way she'd meant to earlier. Her fingers grazed his length, and he twitched within her hand as it explored the small ridges of his veins.

One of the novels she'd read off of Leaf's shelf had called it “silk on steel”, and she thought that wasn't far off. Maybe more like... silk over clay, since when she squeezed, there was still some give. Something about it just seemed like the absolute perfect thing to have inside, when she really thought about it. Her mouth inched open slightly in awe as she continued to feel him, taking in for the first time exactly how big he was, and trying to picture him in her mind from what she understood of the anatomy...

Dawn drew in another deep breath, sliding her hand back up his length and feeling his chest shudder under her. Carefully she dragged her hand along the waist band, shutting her eyes as she pulled it up to clear him, then carefully pushed it toward his thighs.

“It's... so pink,” were the first words that left her mouth a minute later, after she'd finally opened her eyes. She felt herself laugh lightly at the thought, her hand drawing up to touch him again. Her fingers were more hesitant now that she could actually see him, and the brevity of her touches drew a sharp gasp from Barry, whose hand squeezed her a little tighter in response.

Barry hadn't thought it was possible for him to feel MORE nervous once she had started touching him, and yet, here he was, shaking slightly and holding her just a little tighter with every brush of her fingers. He wasn't sure what was making him react that way, either. Maybe it was just the reality of what they were doing hitting him, or maybe it was that he was a little worried he'd just go off again like he had earlier... That would definitely be awkward, because he really wasn't sure he could go ahead with their plans that day if he finished again already.

He let out a choked gasp when her hand wrapped around him again, her thumb brushing across him with a tenderness he just plain wasn't used to. He'd never touch himself like that, but there was a sense of wonderment in the way Dawn's fingers were exploring him. He tried to sit up slightly, trying to urge her up off his chest, but found he just didn't want to move with her on top of him like this.

"Dawn..." he rasped, fingers brushing her hair off her shoulder. "...We should... I don't think you should..." he groaned, the words not quite making sense in his mind. What was he even trying to say? The meaning was erased each time her thumb pushed back up on him. "N-No more!"

She stiffened like she'd been woken up suddenly, pulling her head up off his chest. "S-sorry," she stuttered, letting go of him a little too suddenly as she sat up by his side. "I just... I'd never actually *seen* before..." she trailed off, eyes focused between his legs, though her head was turned toward his. "I... I'm trying to wrap my head around 'that's going inside me'," she admitted.

"In a good way or a bad way?" Barry asked, sitting up and kissing her cheek.

"Um. Both."

He wrapped his arm around her carefully, holding her lightly to his chest and letting his chin set on her shoulder. "Yeah, me too." He let out a bit of a laugh, trying to calm her nerves, then nuzzled into her hair.

Dawn's hand found him again as her other arm reached out to hug him, too. She could feel him shudder in her arms from that touch, and something about that - actually feeling how nervous he was, too - made her smile softly.

She drew back slightly, nudging his chin off her shoulder by kissing along his cheek, then kissing him softly. "Love you," she whispered again, eyes shutting as their foreheads rested together once more.

Barry could only shiver again, his brain trying to grasp the contrast of her words saying that so softly while her hand was touching him so intimately. He was so used to thinking of the two as having opposite meanings, but really, they were supposed to be tied together in this way. Love, trust, and sex were meant to be together like this...

As the word trust crossed his mind, he felt himself smiling too, and kissed her again. "I love you too."

There was a long pause between them, no noise in the room aside from their slow, heavy breathing, so close to each other's faces. Barry's hand had started to stroke her back lightly, in time with the way she was still rubbing him, and she felt his mouth open again a couple times, like he was going to speak but never quite remembered the words.

She got about half a syllable out at the same time as he finally did, and they both opened their eyes, dissolving into a small fit of laughter.

"I think it's time," Dawn whispered, kissing his nose, and he nodded.

"Yeah... I guess that means the condom, right?"

Dawn turned her head to look up at her pillow, where the foil packet had been stashed. "I..." she started, tongue catching between her teeth in thought. "...Wasn't it glow in the dark or something?"

"I think so. I don't know if that's cool or creepy," he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I just don't think I want to remember my first time like that," she sighed, rolling her eyes slightly when she looked back over to him to find his lip out in a pout. "Thought you said it was a little creepy."

"Well... Glow in the dark is cool," he admitted, not quite meeting her eyes with his grin.

Dawn was left with no choice but to laugh, her head setting against his chest. "Don't glow in the dark things need to be in the light for a while first?" she said after she stopped.

Barry whined slightly, setting his chin on top of her head. "Darn, you're right." The room had already grown dim as the sun had set outside, and the only light that was on was the small desk lamp on top of the table near Lyra's bed.

"It'd just be wasted. We should save it," she offered, one hand trailing down his arm to find his hand. "For another time." She squeezed his hand as she said the words, sucking on her lip slightly as she let the phrase sink into her own mind.

It took him a minute to actually respond, his thumb brushing across her knuckles first. "Save it for... next time?" he echoed, wondering why his throat was dry again.

"Or your birthday or something," she suggested. Her forehead snuggled its way up his neck, nestling against him so she could just barely see his eye out the corner of hers.

He blinked, looking down at her, then let go of her hand to reach up and brush her cheek. "Then... what about today? What do we-"

She sat up abruptly, cutting him off by accident. "Um. That," Dawn stammered, glancing nervously between him and the rest of the room. "That's a good question. But."

She had escaped his grasp before he knew what was going on, shyly wrapping the rumpled comforter around herself and slipping off the bunk, standing carefully on the edge of the bed below her. Without even stepping off of that mattress, she opened up one of the drawers of the dresser there, so far she was a little worried it might come off the runners, and started carefully moving things around at the back corner of the drawer.

Satisfied she wasn't actually suddenly running away, as Barry had been worried about for a moment, he watched her carefully, though he felt a little guilty for snooping - he didn't recognize anything in the drawer as hers, so it had to belong to one of the other girls who shared her room.

Dawn uncovered a small box hidden under a few folded pieces of fabric, then winced when she discovered it wasn't actually opened yet. She licked her lips in thought, glancing back up at her boyfriend who was waiting, wide-eyed, a few feet above her, and decided she'd just play dumb about it later. "Sorry Lyra," she muttered as she tore the plastic seal off, having to keep the blanket over her with one elbow as both hands were needed to get the box open.

A moment of putting everything back later, she climbed up her ladder faster than she knew how, throwing her arms back around Barry and nuzzling into his shoulder. Blinking in surprise, he hugged her in return, rocking her a little and kissing her ear. "What's wrong?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"Nothing. My heart is pounding," she answered, kissing him quickly. "I suddenly thought about what would happen if one of the others walked in right then."

"Oh," he said dumbly, staring at the door for a moment. Dawn sighed and kissed him once more to snap him out of it, her hands sliding off his shoulders to cup his cheeks.

"I grabbed one, though," she whispered, looking at his lips so she wouldn't have to meet his eyes while she said the words. "So we can..."

He nodded, hands slowly pulling away from her back to let her move again.

Dawn sat back a little, letting the comforter pool around her waist as she stared at the packet for a moment. "Should I, or do you...?" she questioned, not able to actually say any of the words. He shook his head, staring at her hands.

"I have no idea. It can't be hard though, right?"

"N-no..." she shook her own head vigorously. "I know how, kinda. I think," she added, finding a notch to tear the packet open.

Barry found himself playing with her hair, watching the way it slid over his fingers, as he tried very hard not to watch or think about what she was doing. But when he glanced to her face next, one corner of the now-open packet was between her teeth, a look of intense concentration on her brow. He was torn between asking her what she was thinking so hard about and groaning at the strangely arousing sight of how she was holding the condom, when his question was answered by one of her hands. This time her grip carried far more confidence as she squeezed his length. “D-Dawn... Ah...” he choked, one eye wincing shut; he was getting far too sensitive for her to keep teasing this way.

“Sorry,” she squeaked, hand jerking back to catch the condom she forgot was dangling from her teeth. “I just- Well...” she felt herself blushing all over again, her fingers carefully reaching for him again. “It needs to be really hard. To put it on. You know?”

She was looking up through her bangs to meet his eyes, and the expression just melted Barry, despite the fact it was being cast from just a few inches above his erection. “Right,” he nodded stiffly, taking a deep breath and leaning back slightly. “It definitely is,” he assured her, staring off at the ceiling, “so I think it-”

His shoulders locked from a sudden slight chill against his other head, which he could only assume was the rubber his girlfriend was attempting to put on him. “I think that's right,” she muttered. It'd taken her a few seconds to figure out which way it was suppose to roll, and she'd finally set it against him now that she'd gotten the direction down. With a deep breath of her own, she pinched the very tip of the condom with one hand, her lips mouthing the instructions she'd been told as her free hand started to unroll it on him.

Barry couldn't actually bear to watch, finding his gaze back on the ceiling quickly. The dang thing already felt way too tight around him, he didn't need to see her do it too. A couple inches in, the hand doing the rolling pulled away and shook a few times, Dawn's face twisting in disgust before she rubbed her fingers together. “It's all slimy,” she objected, wiping the hand on her stocking before reaching back to finish the job. The complaint made him laugh for a second before he went back to trying to ignore the tightness wrapping around him in all the wrong ways, concentrating instead on the places where her fingers were actually touching him and on the slight bumps covering the ceiling. At least it had warmed up quickly, and the “slimy”-ness his girlfriend had complained about wasn't exactly unpleasant on his side.

“There,” Dawn declared, shivering a little as she looked down at him. “...That was easier than I thought it'd be,” she admitted a little more quietly, having a hard time looking anywhere but at her boyfriend's length, despite thoughts of how terribly un-romantic her staring was filling her head.

“It's-” he cut himself off, realizing for once that his words would be redundant, and instead he reached out for her hand. Squeezing it, he leaned forward to kiss her, trying to shorten the opportunity for his own staring. Dawn gasped an inch from his lips, reaching up to wrap her free arm around his neck, and his left hand went for her waist...

They forgot the importance of balance amongst their hurry to hold one another again, and with a note of alarm from each, the pair went tumbling, wordlessly solving the question of who would be on top as Barry's head landed between Dawn's breasts.

She was the one who broke into laughter first, staring at him for just a few seconds before she hugged him tightly and giggled against his ear. He responded with his own chuckles, laying wet kisses against her chest and shoulder as he found his way to her lips. They were both grinning ear to ear by the time he reached there, her hands buried into his blond fluff, his own seated above each of her shoulders.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, silence passed between them, before they erupted once more into nervous giggles.

There was wordless – but laugh-filled – shifting as the two tried to figure out how they were supposed to lay, Dawn setting her heels to the bed as Barry leaned between her legs. She whimpered each time he accidentally brushed against her slit, teeth working at the point of her upper lip; one hand had set to his hips to try and guide him, but his tip just wasn't quite finding its mark.

He whined in frustration, forehead setting to the pillow beside Dawn's head, and she shushed him half-heartedly, reaching between them to help with the guiding.

Barry started to push, lips against her cheek, and Dawn shrieked suddenly, turning her palm to press against his stomach. “W-wait!”

He groaned, head hitting the pillow hard, his breaths sharp for a moment before he managed to ask her what was wrong. She whimpered, other hand finally releasing his shoulder, leaving red marks behind.

“It's supposed to hurt,” she gasped, pushing him away a little more insistently. “I... it'll be easier if I'm on top.” She felt him slide away from her opening, down her thigh, and she breathed a long sigh of relief, hugging him apologetically.

“I really can't wait much longer,” he admitted, pushing the pillows higher on the bed as he rolled off her and onto his back.

“Me either,” Dawn assured him, laying a kiss to his stomach. “I...” she simply whimpered, eyes shutting as she even tried to consider her own need. She didn't have to finish the thought either; Barry had felt that heat and wetness even through the thin barrier just a moment before, and it had only been the force of her hand on him that had actually kept him back. It seemed that he could still feel it now, and thinking about it made his mouth go dry.

She crawled over him, staring at his face breathlessly. This was how it would feel, wouldn't it? To be poised above him like this, watching him as he watched her move? Dawn felt her will catch in her throat for a moment and pushed it back down, moving further to sit carefully on his stomach. She felt his hardness slide against her butt as she did, as she'd rested just above it, and it seemed to stick to her slightly because of the thin coat of rubber it wore.

"Dawn..." he called up to her, placing both hands on her thighs softly. She flashed a quiet smile, bowing her head to hide her face a bit behind her bangs.

"It's gonna hurt," she whispered again, her voice shaking a bit. "I'm scared."

"We can wait..." he offered, reaching up to touch her cheek. Just saying the words made him twitch slightly, but before he could add the thought of, “a few minutes more”, she shook her head fiercely.

"No. I've been through plenty of things that hurt worse," she growled, nodding firmly. "If I let some pain bother me... I mean, I couldn't even wear high heals, let alone all of that other stuff." She laughed a bit, kissing his palm, though the corner of her eyes glistened with tears.

"Yeah... One little snap is nothing compared to the Reverse World, right?" Barry joked, and she blushed, smiling wider.

"Exactly... Gods I want this... so much..." she cooed, biting her lip as she shifted a little against his abs.

"You sure this'll be the easier way?"

"No," she admitted, pushing herself back up to her knees and scooting backward again. "I'm not. But..." Dawn sighed as she leaned down over him, nuzzling his chest slowly with her forehead, "Barry... This is... I want to lose it to you. I'm sure of that."

"Then I'll be right here," he answered, grabbing one of her hands gently. "Come on..." he urged, his patience growing thinner. "All this mushy stuff... If you start crying, I don't think I'll be able to keep it..." Barry bit his tongue as the phrase "keep it hard" nearly left his mouth, feeling odd for having come up with such a perverted thought. But it was the truth, wasn't it? If he was too busy being concerned for her, then he'd never be able to stay this aroused, he'd be too busy cuddling her and worrying. He wanted to focus on how lovely she was instead... To help make this as good as he could for them both.
He was the best, after all. Dawn seemed to be proving that with every kiss and every moan, too, and now he was sure that she was the only one as "best" as him.

That didn't matter right now, though. What mattered was that she loved him. Ten years they'd known each other, and now here they were...

When she pulled herself back up, he could see that there was barely any space between their bodies, and the shift of her hips when she leaned actually pushed him along her length. He gasped at that - it was amazing, even through the protection between them. Her core was warmer than anything else his erection had ever experienced, he knew that for sure, just from the brief touches a moment before. It was taking all of the hyper boy's restraint not to push into her before she took the initiative herself.

"Ready?" he whispered. She reached between them once more with her other hand, wrapping her hand around him softly. His eyes snapped shut at that extra touch, and he let out a slight hiss as she pulled up upright, his tip brushing across her clit.

Dawn shook her head, then nodded, then shook it again. No, she'd never be ready. Yes, she'd been ready since before they started today. She didn't know what she felt, other than that just having Barry this close was awe-inspiring, somehow, and that... That that softness she'd felt before, when she'd touched his tip with her thumb... that was real, and it was every bit as amazing against her lips as she'd hoped. It parted her just right, though it still felt way too big, even from this angle...

"Will I even fit?" Barry said with sudden panic, voicing the concerns apparent on her face. He was barely more than average, but with Dawn not even at five feet tall yet, it just seemed like there was no room in her torso for him. The fact was only emphasized by there not quite being enough space between them for his full length, despite her being as tall on her knees as she could at the moment. He really hadn't thought about it before right then, either, and the mere idea was starting to growl in him. Yes, there was the matter of her cherry, but was this why she was so nervous? “Dawn, I asked-”

“I heard you,” she snapped, saving the rest of her breath in case she needed to speak more. She wasn't entirely sure when she'd be able to breathe in again.

“I don't want to hurt you... is it really-”

“It's fine!” she promised, shaking as she came up off her hands to rest all her weight on her knees. “You'll fit!”

He tried to fire off another flurry of concerns, only to be distracted by the scrabble of her fingers along his chest and arms as she sought out his hands for her own to hold. They linked up a moment later when he reached up toward her, leaving their hands wrapped together, hovering between them, her fingers squeezing between his knuckles just below the point of pain.

It was over before he could react, the pressure of her nails calling his attention just long enough for her to push over his tip.

Dawn's yelp was hidden behind his own gasp, his hips trying to roll before she dug her fingers deeper, pulling him back to lucidity. For a few seconds he stayed as still as he could manage, though they were both shaking from the effort of breathing steadily... Then Barry saw the tears at the corners of her eyes and he felt adrenaline surge through him all over again.

“Dawn?!” He barely recognized the depth of his own voice as he tried to let go of one hand, meaning to sit up and comfort her. But that one small jerk of his spine made her yowl through her teeth, scaring him into laying back before he hurt her further. The blond settled instead for squeezing her hands lightly, caressing her thumbs with his own.

A small smile flashed across her lips at the gesture, her eyes easing open to meet his gaze. He smiled back quietly, then glanced away from the pain littering her face, only to find himself looking instead at where their bodies met. She was so hot around him that he hadn't remembered the presence of their condom until he saw it again, in the inches still outside of her.

He noticed a trickle of red against the rubber and had to look away again, only to have his eyes snapped shut as she sunk another inch onto him. “Dawwwn....” he groaned, his brow furrowing from the concentration it took not to push back against her. A few minutes before he'd worried he wouldn't know what to do once they got started, but his body was proving a little too early that it definitely knew what it was doing. There was a noise somewhere above him that took a moment to process as a gasp and a chuckle mixed together, her grip loosening slightly.

Small tears still rested on her lashes, but she was casting a thin smile at him as she inched her way down him. She'd taken not quite half of him in, leaving a barely-visible gap between their bodies when he looked down. “It's okay,” she breathed, her words slurring together. She already felt like she could go no further, but she was sure that was just not true. Her body just had too tight of a grip on him, wasn't used to the intrusion yet. And she wasn't used to moving with something inside her.

She gasped as gravity tried to pull her down a bit further. Not something, someone. Barry. And the idea of that drove her to roll her hips in a way she didn't even understand, pulling back off of him part way and then pushing back again. The out part had felt so delicious, yet pulled at her heart somehow too, while the in brought a new, but far lesser than the first, wave of pain.

Part of her was regretting never preparing herself for this. It seemed like practically every other girl in the house had playing with themselves as a hobby, while she barely knew there were nerves inside there before today.

The rest of her took in the soft brushes of Barry's fingers on her hands and the longing way he called her name again, and she knew not sharing this with him would have been far more regrettable.

Dawn managed to push a little further with each roll of her hips, her jaw and shoulders relaxing as her core stretched to accommodate him. Along the way she let go of his hands, resting hers on his chest instead to give herself more leverage. He tried to give his fingers purpose in return, but found he was too distracted to touch her in any meaningful way, his hands resting hopelessly on her thighs in the end.

“B-Barryyyy,” she whined when she thrust down next, this time with only the barest hint of pain. In now carried all the pleasure of out, but without the sinking she now realized was emptiness. What was normally the rule now felt like the exception, already, after only perhaps a minute of sharing herself with him.

A hundred cliches tried to cross her mind and lips as she shifted atop him, seeking out leverage for her hips. None of them fully formed as thoughts in the end, as there was no room for complex or useless thoughts alongside the fullness of her body and heart. Each slow stroke brought another long moan from her, her voice growing shrill at the end of each note, and she could barely grasp the idea of trying to move faster. And yet there was something ... not truly painful but nonetheless bothersome about the slow pace she was riding him with.

Beneath her, Barry's teeth were gritted as though he actually was in pain, and perhaps he was just a bit from the concentration it was taking him to keep from moving. His thumbs pressed harder into her thighs each time he held his hips down, willing her to move faster now that she seemed to be getting the hang of it.

The argument between need and romance, one which had been going on all evening, was reaching its culmination between them, and need was starting to win. The blond's hips jerked again, and this time when Dawn yelped it was a good sound, one that made her hurry just a little. His eyes snapped wide at the noise, and he let himself make the motion again, only for her to call out his name this time.

Their eyes met when she bent forward, slightly overcome by the feeling, and for a few seconds they froze, not even breathing, caught by the mutual recognition of “oh wow, that feels good.”

Once again the grins and breathless giggles resumed, as Barry let himself push into her on purpose this time, which she met gladly. Each time she pushed down just a little faster, but he was one step ahead of her each time. It was true Barry; he couldn't wait for her at all, was too eager, but was being too sweet for her to mind or care, a smile plastered across her face still as she looked down at her boyfriend.

"Iiii neeeeeeed...." she whined lowly, rocking a little rougher against him, making him gasp.

"N-need what?" Speaking was nearly impossible now, his voice lost in a moan each time they pushed together.

She blinked, not having realized she'd even spoken until she felt her lips trying to move again. Dawn took two deep breaths, whimpering her way through them before her forehead bowed further to meet Barry's shoulder. "I don't.... I don't know..." she gasped, shaking slightly as she tried to keep moving. "I... can't..." She let out a frustrated sigh, the noise catching in her throat. Her hips twitched uselessly as she tried to grind into him, but the motion gave little to either of them, as she barely moved along his length. "Can't," she insisted again, not sure what exactly it was she couldn't do, though she was starting to think part of it was that she couldn't reach his lips to kiss him.

She tried to meet his lips a moment later, but it was in vain; she couldn't slide that far up and still move along his length, and she ached to continue. "Barry..." she pleaded, her hands rubbing roughly into his chest.

He could scarcely understand what she wanted, what she needed, but he knew what was lacking to him... He needed to go faster, and his arms were more than ready to just flip them over so he could take care of things on his own. Dawn had wanted to be on top though, and he didn't want to fight against her will. So he fought against his instead, letting himself pound her as best he could from their current angle. Part of him was trying to decide how best to gather her in his arms so her could just take matters into his own hands from below, but he couldn't picture it quite right.

She sat back up, pressing harder on his chest as she held her back straight. She was desperate to move further, move faster, but her legs just weren't cooperating, getting too weak under the hypnotic effects of the pleasure. The pleading stopped, in words at least, as she figured out how to move completely vertically for a few strokes, replaced by whimpers and squeaks that echoed through the suite. But it was over just as quickly, Dawn's legs growing too tired from how long she'd sat like this already today. It wasn't a motion she was especially used to making, but she still kept trying, eyes twisted shut as she forced herself to keep going.

"Barry..." she called again, but this time she found a single word for what she needed: “Help!”

Barry managed to snap to attention at that command, taking in the tired expression on his girlfriend's face as he tried to figure out what help she wanted. “Wh-what? What should I-”

Dawn was trying to climb back off of him, not wanting to let him leave her body but no longer able to sit up. Her hands stumbled at his side, her leg refusing to move right to push her off, and when her eyes met his again she trembled slightly. One hand waved at him – come here – as she swallowed a moan to try and let her words get past it. “Switch wi...” she whispered, anything else lost to the groan as she moved far enough for him to slip out of her. Her head bowed as the sound tried to last longer than her air supply, Barry's arms wrapping around her as he twisted to the side.

It took a bit of scooting for them to roll over on the narrow bed, and the shifting was interrupted twice when Dawn's mouth found Barry's again, kissing him desperately after being unable to for what felt like an eternity. The blond had no objections to being able to kiss her again, holding her close to his chest.

“You can...” Dawn managed once her back was on the blanket, “you can keep going... you know...” There was a slight giggle to her tone, amusement at the way he was unconsciously thrusting against her thigh, but it was overshadowed by her want. “Please,” she added when he didn't immediately do so.

He didn't have to be told again. Barry slid between her legs, finding her entrance again with a little difficulty, and thrust back into her. The girl's only response was to yelp, her head flying back and eyes tearing slightly. She hadn't expected it to hurt a little again, but the pain was forgotten within his next two thrusts. Barry was done holding back, and had probably lost the self-control to at any rate; he was now pushing into her so rapidly that the whole bunk rocked along with them, adding a protesting squeak that was still quieter than Dawn's moans.

For a few seconds he tried to still kiss her, but breathing got in the way and instead he let his head rest beside hers. He didn't even care that his arms were tucked awkwardly beneath him, somewhat pinned by his girlfriend, or that a face-full of sheets wasn't much better for breathing than her lips... Everything about her was so tight and hot and slick, and just plain better than anything he'd ever imagined, so right now Barry wanted nothing but to let himself thrust her. Though maybe with a side of listening to her...

She was all but screaming by now, and showed no sign of even trying to hold back her noises. Every groan from Barry, every slip of his lips against her ear, every press of his chest to hers, and most of all each thrust of their love making set off another reaction from her throat, until her voice had begun to go hoarse. Barry still had a lot to learn, but Dawn had nothing to compare it to, so for today speed and emotion were more than enough to thrill her. She curled up beneath him, pushing her hips to his, her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct as her hands grappled at his shoulders and hair.

He heard his name buried somewhere in her sharp calls, and it only pushed him to move faster. He was getting close, he could feel it, and for the first time in his life he wanted to hold it back. Yes, he wanted the pleasure of finishing, but he was fairly sure that getting to continue making love to Dawn would still feel better than that.

Suddenly he felt something pressed to his shoulder blades, and he vaguely realized that it was her feet. If there was one thing Dawn was, it was flexible, something she showed off without thinking about it often, and that now meant she was all but bent in half under him, letting him press deeply into her with each stroke. She gasped, silencing momentarily when he hit something very right inside her, finally letting out another shaky moan a few strokes later.

He found enough air to whisper her name questioningly against her ear, to which she quickly squeaked something that sounded like “Keepgoing!” The hand in his hair was digging in almost painfully by now, while the other seemed to have grabbed her own foot in search of something to hold.

Barry did as he was told, not that he could even think of doing anything else, pounding into her raised hips faster than the bed could recoil below them. Dawn had grown much quieter, though her mouth was still open in an attempt to moan, but all her sounds were gasps and yelps, not the insistent groans of the past few minutes.

And then there it was, her scream again after a brief moment of tense silence, her body going rigid under him and her legs squeezing him so tight it almost hurt. Then he was being squeezed elsewhere, and before he could put two and two together and realize she was cumming, he was too busy trying to fight to keep thrusting despite the grip trying to keep him inside of her.

He shook, arms and legs going limp at the groan from deep in his throat. His hips tried to keep going without the rest of him, as though they had a mind of their own, and maybe they did for that moment. Barry was lost either way, helpless inside the sensation of being surrounded by Dawn in every way. There was too much her in his world to even keep track of it all, and in that moment, the only part of it he could grasp at all was the sheen of her dark hair just inches from his eyes and her voice echoing the second syllable of his name somewhere in the distance.

He'd been wrong about finishing not feeling as good as continuing to pound her, but the payoff on that one was worth it.

Then all Barry could do was lay atop her dumbly, too exhausted to move, too happy and satisfied to care, letting out a breathless sigh as he felt his girlfriend's fingers rake lovingly through his blond fluff. “Dawwwwn....” he all but purred, eyes barely staying open. “Ohhh...”

She echoed his soft moan, her chest still heaving under him as her breathing tried to settle. Her legs unfolded hesitantly, sending another whine through her because he was still buried inside. Reluctantly he shifted to pull free from her, giving her legs room to straighten out.

“...Eww,” he suddenly muttered from his position on her shoulder, and Dawn instantly cracked up despite how foggy she felt. It was so like Barry to say something completely against the mood of a situation, but it only made her love him more, and as her laughter settled she asked him what was wrong. “It feels weird now,” he mumbled, forcing himself to sit up. It took her a second to realize he meant the condom, until his hand was on it and he was looking around, confused. “How do I get it off? I'll get stuff everywhere...” he asked, looking at her helplessly.

Dawn smiled tiredly, motioning toward the tissue box atop the dresser. How he'd gotten enough energy to be moving around already was beyond her, but she knew Barry had truly boundless energy; always had, always would. A minute or two of fussing, blushing, and being pointed toward the trash can later, he was snuggled back into her, the blanket wrapped tightly around them.

“I think I understand why Winnie and Blake do this so much now,” he sighed, earning another laugh.

“You're horrible,” she teased, kissing his nose, and he just grinned.

“But you love me still.”

Her smile softened, her forehead tilting to rest against his. “Yes... I love you, Barry. All of you.”

Dawn felt one of his hands slide down her arm to squeeze her hand, and she squeezed back, closing her eyes as kisses were laid on all corners of her face. “I love you too, Dawn. So much.”

She let out a content yawn, nestling into his shoulder quietly. Sleeping beside him seemed like an even more wonderful prospect than before, with their warmth still hanging in the air between them.

“It's still a little early,” she whispered against his cheek when she dared to break the silence again a few minutes later. “We should go see what the others are doing...”

“If you try to get back out of this bed tonight, I'll fine you...” he warned her, holding her tighter, and Dawn simply laughed. She didn't need the threat of fining to want to stay there, cuddled up with her sweetheart.

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And there we finally have it. It took way too long to get this done, so I hope it was worth it.

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