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"Well, that was a weird convo," Archie said as he flicked on the kettle for tea.

"I don't know, it felt pretty logical to me," Clio responded.

Archie looked sharply at her as he got the cups and teabags out.

"You're not on that again, are you?" he asked. "Honestly, I don't know what you have against her."

"Other than the fact that she made fun of me behind my back when she was FaceTiming with you, she just hurt my baby sister, and would love nothing better than to have you for herself?" Clio shot back as she took the cup.

"Oh, come on!" Archie added a little milk to his tea as he looked at Clio, who was standing on the other side of the counter looking indignant. "What happened with Lottie was an accident, she certainly does not want me for herself, and how did you know she was teasing you when we were FaceTiming?"

"Through the magic of hearing," Clio retorted, paraphrasing Ross Geller. "I'm not deaf, Archie. Christ on a bike, she didn't even bother to keep her voice down!"

Archie put his cup down and came around the island to hug Clio. "She has a sarcastic sense of humor, that's all," he soothed. "I talked to her about that, and it won't happen again, promise."

"It would be more to the point if you asked yourself why it happened at all." Clio's voice was muffled as she spoke into his chest. "She's not nice, Archie. I don't like her, and I don't get why you do."

"She's funny," Archie finally responded as he rubbed Clio's back. "That class we have together would be the death of me if she weren't in it, I swear."

He gave Clio a little shake so she would look up at his face. "Now, can we stop talking about Willow Cordero? We've had a real roller coaster day, and I'd like a little romantic alone time with you, what do you say?"

Clio took a deep breath, and nodded finally, tickling his chin with her hair.

"I wrote something new for four hands, you want to play it with me?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Sounds lovely, let's have a lash, then," Archie responded, pressing a kiss to her mouth. "What key? Not B major again, I hope?"

Clio shook her head as she led him to the piano, scattering the fragrance of her floral shampoo for him to enjoy as he followed her.

"Nice, simple, C minor," she assured him.

"But C minor still has three flats," Archie complained as they sat together and Clio opened her laptop. "I hope I can keep up."

So they sat together, in the deepening twilight of Manhattan, bodies touching as their hands brushed from time to time on the keyboard of Archie's beautiful piano. The lights of the buildings across the park were just coming on, and the music reflected the vista spread out before them; a lilting, sweet melody, a little wistful, lovely, and given unusual depth because it was a duet. Archie stumbled in a few places, but it was obvious that the piece was stunning.

When the last notes had died away, Archie covered Clio's left hand with his right. "Wow, that was incredible," he said, leaning to kiss her forehead. "You're mindblowingly talented, you know that, right?"

Clio expressed her pleasure through her silence, grasping Archie's hand and leaning in to kiss him, exhaling a warm breath just before. "I was thinking about you," she confessed with a shy, bedimpled smile after they broke the kiss.

"You sure you want to be a doctor?" Archie teased with a smile of his own. "I mean, if I could do what you can do with a piano..." He let the sentence dangle.

"Why can't I do both?" Clio replied, squeezing his hand.

"You can, and you probably will, brilliantly," Archie answered. "Someone came round twice when gifts were being handed out, Clio Santangelo," he murmured as he leaned in to sponge kisses on her neck. He released her hand and slid his arm around her waist, loving the feel of where her body narrowed, as though guiding his hand to follow its path.

Clio tilted her head back, exposing her throat so Archie could reach more easily. She reached up and buried her fingers in his hair, pulling a moan out of the deepest recesses of Archie's heart.

In a quick, definitive motion, Archie swooped his other arm around his girl as he rose from the bench in the darkened living room of his apartment.

Clio let out a laugh of delight as she realized where they were going, and what they were going to do there. "About fucking time," she whispered into Archie's ear, making him shiver.

"Agreed," he said with conviction as he turned slightly to get them through the bedroom door without bumping Clio's head.

"Admit it, Spencer, you were just waiting until I had boobs, weren't you?" Clio asked with a laugh as Archie put her down on the bed. "When we first met, back in LA, I think I looked like a twelve year old boy."

"Believe me, you never looked like a twelve year old boy, Santangelo," Archie assured her as he positioned himself above her, resting his weight on his knees and the palms of his hands. "I thought you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen." Archie's voice was soft with memory and emotion. "And, from what I recall, your breasts were as gorgeous then as now."

"Please, they're mosquito bites," Clio protested, looking down at her chest. "I guess I got mine from my biological father's side of the family or something, not like lucky Francie, who looks like a blonde version of my mother--"

"Could we please not talk about Francie right now?" Archie begged, bending down to kiss Clio's neck once more. "She's lovely, but she's not the one I'm in love with, you know?"

He sat back and began to unbutton Clio's shirt. "I happen to love your breasts," he said as her pretty bra was exposed. "Wow, look at you."

Clio smiled in spite of her words. She knew Archie thought she was beautiful.

Archie nuzzled into the soft flesh of her stomach, reveling in the velvety texture of her skin, the smell of her, everything.

Clio reached to pull his sweater off, taking a second as he had to enjoy the fragrance of Archie that clung to it. Then she tossed it aside and put her hands under his T-shirt to feel his warm body.

"Clio, you're fucking beautiful, I hope you know that," Archie said, looking down into her starry eyes with the dilated pupils, her parted lips which were already fuller than before.

"You, too, Archie, you're fucking beautiful," Clio responded, nodding.

He lowered his head and kissed her, slowly, feeling the tightening in his pants as the blood left his brain to go where it was needed. He brushed against Clio with his crotch as they kissed, making her raise her hips in a reflexive gesture that was nearly out of her control.

Clio became still as Archie put his hands on the button and zip of her jeans, finding this action almost too sexy to bear. She closed her eyes as she heard the whisper of the zip being lowered, and she raised her hips again so he could lower the flowered denim pants and pull them off.

He grasped her foot and kissed it before slowly moving up her leg, kissing the inside of her thigh as he arrived at the elastic of her undies. There was already a wet spot, he noticed, and he was glad.

The more lubrication the better.

Archie nuzzled into her sex, breathing warm air on it as he pulled her undies off, inhaling deeply of the fragrance of Clio and the wetness that was coming out of her.

He licked into her, making her legs tighten up, and he felt the bundle of nerves under his tongue. "God, Clio, you don't even know what you do to me," Archie groaned as he looked up at her.

Clio buried her fingers in Archie's hair in response to his words, rolling her hips closer to his mouth. Archie could see her breasts heaving up and down as she breathed, still in the bra. They were small and round, and her nipples were poking into the floral pattern like bullets as she fought for breath.

"I want you to come before we start," Archie said as he kissed the groove between her legs and body. He put his thumb on her, pressing and rotating in rhythm with his words and kisses. "Chances are you won't when we come together, so let's get you a good one now, yeah?" He had read somewhere that this was a good approach to take when it was a girl's first time, that it would relax her and give her confidence, not to mention good memories of the experience.

Clio nodded, beyond speech.

Within minutes, with just one finger inside her, Archie was able to "get her a good one," and Clio arched her body off the bed, looking incredible to Archie.

She grasped her breasts through her bra, pinching and rolling her nipples as she writhed under him, calling his name.

When she was finished, Archie moved up her body and slid his hands behind her to undo her bra and pull it off her.

"There they are," he said with a smile, lowering his head to suck on first one, then the other.

After just a few seconds, though, Clio lifted his head so she could reach and undo his trousers. She used her feet to pull them off Archie's thin body, his flat stomach, his lean hips and long legs. She could see the bulge under his briefs, and for the first time she thought about how big it looked, how big it was, and she wondered how it would fit inside her body. She knew from using tampons during swim meets that even those small items hurt going in, so how was this thick, warm part of him supposed to fit in her body?

Archie saw the look that crossed her face.

"Change your mind?" he asked, beginning to move off her.

"No. Archie, no, I haven't changed my mind," Clio said quickly, holding him firmly between her legs. "Please, please, I want to do this, okay?"

Archie looked into her eyes and nodded.

Clio reached down between them and grasped him, making him close his eyes when he felt her hands on him. She rubbed him against her folds, wetting the tip of him with what was coming from her. She spread it all over his shaft, making him moan into her ear as feelings of pleasure overtook him.

Clio lined him up so the tip of him was just pressing into the warmth of her.

"God, I just want to fuck into you so hard, so hard," Archie murmured through gritted teeth, eyes closed in concentration.

"Maybe you should," Clio suggested, pressing herself into him a little more. "Maybe all at once will be better."

But Archie shook his head. "If it goes badly, you'll really be in pain," he explained. "There could be tearing and such."

"Okay," Clio acquiesced. "Nice and slow, then. Fuck me, Archie. Now."

So Archie pressed into her, into the tight heat of her, and once again he was unable to control the gasping breath that escaped him. "Oh god, Clio, I've never felt anything like this before in my motherfucking life."

Clio put her hands against the headboard, trying to resist the urge to pull away from the pressure, the relentless feeling of Archie sinking into her, forcing her open where before she'd been closed. She knew that a word or sound from her and he would stop, so she, too, gritted her teeth and tipped her head back, fighting the urge to close her legs.

She arched her body, pressing her breasts into Archie's chest, trying to welcome every part of him she could.

"Farther, sweet Archie, come on, come into me, please," she whispered, nodding, as she closed her legs behind him and pressed into him with her feet.

"Okay, here we go, then," Archie said, lifting himself onto his toes and giving a long, steady thrust.

Clio let out a sound of pain, but didn't move away, looking into his eyes as he hovered over her.

"I love you, Clio," Archie breathed, looking down into her eyes. Her temples and the top of her lip were shiny with tiny pearls of perspiration, and he could feel her hands were slipping on his back, which was getting pretty sweaty as well.

"I love you, too, Archie Francis," Clio responded with a smile. She rolled her hips, pulling away slightly and pressing back. "Like this?"

Archie closed his eyes and nodded, pressing deeply into Clio's body once more. "Yeah, just like that, love, just like that."

He established a rhythm, going as slowly as he could, for both their sakes.

"I don't remember ever going bareback in my life," he confessed in short gasps. "That's going to make this go even faster, okay? Because this feels amazing."

Clio nodded. "To me, too," she said, reaching up to kiss him.

"Feels like I'm getting so fucking deep inside you," Archie said. "Never felt anything like this, ever."

And though Clio could still feel the burning, stretching pain with every thrust, there was pleasure mixed in, too, that came with knowing she was causing Archie to feel so good, that it was because of her that he was gasping and moaning above her.

The knowledge that a part of him was inside her body, too, gave her great joy as well.

She'd never been this close to anyone before.

Soon, Archie's hips sped up, and Clio could feel his body getting hotter, his heartbeat going faster against her.

"I'm going to finish, darling, and it's going to be crazy--should I come out? I don't want to hurt you."

Clio shook her head. "No, please, I want to feel all of it, all of you, please--"

"Okay, okay," and by now he was heaving for breath like a bellows as he felt his orgasm ready to roll over him like a wave breaking on a beach. "Jesus, here I come, Clio, here I come--oh fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck--"

And he rose up, pressing into her body, forcing her head to tap the headboard as he began to spasm and move deep inside her.

Clio could feel warmth spreading in her body, and again was profoundly moved to know that this was a part of Archie that she had brought forth.

"Oh god," Archie finally gasped when he felt the last warm ropes leave his body and enter hers. I think I died."

Under him, Clio laughed. "I hope not," she responded, trailing her hands down his back to cup his bottom.

"Well, that was absolutely incredible," he said, smiling at her. "I hope it didn't hurt too much?"

Clio shook her head. "Though I think it might burn a little when you come out of me," she said honestly. "Maybe you could wait until you go down a little, so there's less friction?"

"Happy to oblige, petal," Archie answered, dropping a kiss on her nose. "And I think I can safely say that this is the most fun I've ever had in New York City."

Clio laughed the laugh that sounded like water over stones to Archie. "Me too, Archie. Me too."