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After MJ brushed her teeth, she poked her head in Heath's room. She felt awkward to just walk in without announcing herself in some way.

Heath looked up from where he was sitting up in bed with his laptop across his knees. The lamp was on next to him.

"Come on, then," he said with a smile. "What are you waiting for?"

MJ entered the room with an embarrassed shrug. "I don't know, I just feel funny," she admitted.

"Aww, MJ," Heath breathed. "You look fucking amazing in that thingummy you're wearing."

"I have to admit that I wasn't actually thinking that anyone would see me in it when I bought it," MJ said as she scooted toward the bed.

"No no, walk slower," Heath entreated, setting his laptop aside. "I really like it, you know? What do you call it?"

"Uh, it's a tie-dye cami knickers set," MJ told him as she got into bed. "I like it because it's one hundred percent cotton, which is hard to find, sometimes. I get hot really easily, and cotton breathes the best, you know?" She smiled. "I can't believe you're interested in this stuff." She shook her head.

She noticed that he was on top of the light summer down comforter she was under, and that he had another one pulled over himself, like on the plane.

"You don't have to do that," she said, gesturing to the blanket. "I think we're past that, don't you?"

"I don't mind, though," Heath said. "If it makes you feel safer, you know?"

"Heath, wait a minute," MJ said, turning to face him. "You don't think I feel unsafe around you, do you?"

"No, not exactly, but, you know what I mean," he said, smoothing her hair back from her face. "It's like insurance, to make sure nothing improper happens, right? Oh god, MJ, you smell absolutely marvelous, too, you know that?" And he nuzzled into her neck.

But MJ pushed him away so she could talk. "It's not like I'm worried you're suddenly going to lose control of yourself or something like that, you get that, right?" MJ said, leaning over so she could see his face. "I just--I'm so, so nervous about my body, about how I look, about you suddenly getting a peek at something and being--disgusted by it--or feeling something blubbery and gross--and cellulite-y--"

"MJ. MJ." Heath shook his head impatiently, shushing her. He grabbed her by the forearms and straddled her, so he was sitting across her lap in his striped pajama bottoms and tank top. His toned biceps flexed and rippled as he gripped her arms. He looked into her eyes, his gaze deep and intense.

And oh so sexy.

MJ could feel herself starting to get fluttery from how he was looking at her.

Very deliberately, he lowered her hand to his crotch, so she could feel him.

It was like he had a steel rod between his legs.

He held her hand there for a moment, and she opened her fingers so she could grasp him through the fabric of his pajamas, and this action made him let out a low moan and close his eyes.

MJ applied a little pressure, and Heath released her other hand so he could close his fingers over hers and guide her a little in an up and down motion. His head fell forward as his eyes closed, and hearing his heavy breathing was making MJ breathe like that, too, and making her wet.

"Oh god," he groaned.

He pulled her hand off of him, though she could tell he didn't want her to stop, and he climbed off her lap to sit next to her again.

He took a deep breath and looked over at her, one eyebrow raised, with a cute little smile.

"That? What you felt? Was just from seeing you walk across the room, okay?" He nodded for emphasis. "Well, that and smelling your neck after you got in the bed," he added. "My point is that you've just got to put all that sodding nonsense about me feeling disgusted or grossed out or whatever else you said straight out of your head, okay?" He put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a little shake. "Okay?"

Reluctantly, MJ nodded her head. "So does that mean that you're going to be upset if we don't have sex soon?"

"No," Heath said, his frustration evident. "God, what world do you live in, MJ? I'll never be upset over not having sex, ever, and no man should ever feel upset about that, or make you feel pressured one way or the other.

"Look," he said, trying to keep his voice gentle. "I love you, and you said you love me too, right?"

She nodded, which made him smile.

"So, well, that's pretty wonderful, I think, and the other thing will happen one of these days, right?"

MJ nodded again.

"And in the meantime, we can have fun doing 'stuff,' isn't that what you called it?" He whispered these last words as he leaned close to her.

"So, let's keep our knickers on and do whatever we're comfortable with, yeah?"

"Okay," MJ whispered back.

"Okay," Heath agreed with a grin. "So, let me put Mr. Extra Duvet away--" and he kicked it down past where Valentino was fast asleep-- "and let me put the lamp out--" and he put action to his words--"and I believe we're good to go, as they say."

He crawled under the blanket where MJ lay, and he took her in his arms and kissed her, pulling her under his body so he covered her softness, reveling in how wonderfully plush and cushy she was.

He kissed her over and over, touching her open and waiting mouth with his own, loving the touch of her tongue, the gentle sounds she made.

He felt her hands in his hair, smoothing the curls away from his neck.

"Your hair's getting long," she murmured against his mouth. "I really like it."

He chuckled. "I know," he said, moving to kiss her delicious neck.

"What do you mean?"

"You like long hair, you told my sister when you were in London, so I haven't cut my hair since."

His hands found her waist, with its wonderful, smooth skin, and the lovely indentation of her navel. He moved his head down so he could kiss it. He swirled his tongue all around it, and said, "Your belly button is the cutest and most delicious belly button in the whole world." This statement made her laugh, which made her stomach move, which made it even cuter to Heath.

He slowly slid her camisole up, kissing her midriff as he did, loving the expanse of her skin, knowing how white it was, untouched by any other hand or the sun. He lifted the cami over her breasts, and MJ pulled it off completely, in a gesture that was at once so feminine and sexy, yet so innocent that Heath could've watched her do it over and over; the way she grasped it at its hem, the way her beautiful breasts were slowly exposed as she pulled it over her head, the way she shook her hair out when she was finished, the way she tossed it aside.

He ran his tongue slowly over the soft and secret underside of her breast, where the flesh joined her ribcage and was extra sensitive. He could feel her body shiver when he did it, so he did it again, even more slowly, and this time he nipped gently with his teeth, and she grasped at his hair to press his head against her body.

He put one hand on either side of her waist to steady himself, and he pressed his erection into her the space between her legs, rubbing. She could feel it, and she pressed back, pushing her legs together and lifting them, creating the most exquisite friction, oh god.

He grasped her other breast with his hand, squeezing in rhythm with his rubbing motions, and he was going to come if he didn't stop.

"MJ," he gasped, sitting up, "we need to slow down a little, okay?"

"Okay," she answered breathlessly. "How do we do that?" She sat up on her elbows to look at him.

He could see her faintly in the moonlight that was shining through the windows, and she looked magnificent.

"Uh, well, I know we said we'd leave our knickers on, but, you know, only one of us has to do that for it to still be safe," Heath said. "So what if you take yours off, and I could, um, go down on you? You know, with my mouth? Do oral?"

"I know what it is, Heath," MJ answered before Heath could go on. She swallowed. "I don't know if I'm comfortable with that, though."

"Why?"

MJ took a deep breath, but didn't say anything.

"Oh, MJ, no! You're not--you're not worried?"

MJ nodded, and even in the moonlight, Heath could see a glimmer of tears clotting her eyelashes.

"About what? What could possibly be wrong with you down there?" Heath thought that this conversation could almost be funny if it weren't so horribly sad.

MJ shrugged, and she pulled the duvet up to cover her breasts, a gesture that, again, seemed so sad to Heath.

"What if--what if it's ugly?" she finally whispered. "Or what if it's--fat?" Her last word was barely audible.

Oh no.

Very deliberately, Heath leaned over and turned on the lamp.

"What are you doing?" MJ was aghast.

"MJ, I'm begging you, please, please let me do this," Heath asked. He pulled the duvet off of her, so she was sitting up in the bed in her tie-dye bottoms, with her arms covering her generous breasts.

Valentino lifted his head and blinked.

MJ shook her head, fresh tears in her long lashes.

"No," she whispered, wide eyes on Heath. "Please no."

Heath sighed. "Okay. Okay, MJ. We can't possibly have a good time if you're this upset, that's obvious. I'm so, so sorry, darling. Let's go to sleep."

He smiled reassuringly at MJ.

She looked back at him.

He was still breathing deeply, quickly, his excitement obvious.

She could still feel tingling in her breasts, in her sex. She still wanted him.

And suddenly, the idea of his mouth on her sex wasn't scary.

Wasn't too scary, anyway.

She bit her lips together.

And nodded.

Her mouth twitched.

She gave him a very small smile.

Heath's eyebrows shot up.

"Really?"

MJ nodded again, and stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers. She slowly slid them down, drawing her knees up as she did. She maintained eye contact with Heath the whole time. When they were low enough, she pulled them off and flicked them aside. Very deliberately, she parted her legs and planted her feet.

She lay back.

Heath could see her sex for the first time. It was shining for him, already very wet.

MJ took a deep breath, and moved her arms so her breasts were no longer covered, and he could see them moving rapidly up and down as she breathed because she was so nervous.

"Good lord, MJ, you look so fucking sexy," Heath breathed.

He moved between her legs, but instead of lowering his head, as she was expecting, he went all the way up to her head and kissed her, a deep, wet kiss that left her even more breathless than before.

"You look incredible," he assured her.

He moved slowly down her body, stopping to put his mouth on her glorious, gorgeous round breasts, with the lovely pink nipples that were hard as pebbles, then her beautiful smooth tummy, then her curvy hips, and down past the slight rise of her pubic bone, which was covered with the thick thatch of dark hair, and finally to her wet, shimmering sex, thick with her excitement. He stopped to inhale the scent of her, the fragrance that had been driving him crazy for weeks, the smell that identified her as female and as MJ and as no other.

He exhaled warm air onto her, and pressed her thighs apart; she was fighting the urge to close them, he could tell. He stroked them gently as he breathed on her, trying to get her to relax a little. Finally, he just couldn't wait anymore, and he licked into her, pressing in with his tongue to taste what he'd been wanting to taste for so long, this girl he loved.

MJ let out a noise he'd never heard her make before. It was a moan, but it was a cry also, it was a sound of joy, of pleasure, but it was something nearly out of her control.

He licked into her again, sucking a little at the end, and he felt the tremor in her thighs, the uncontrollable spasm in her muscles. He nipped on her center, the bundle of nerves that controlled her orgasms, and this time the tremor was more noticeable. He began to lick harder, and in a rhythm.

He continued this for a while, as he pressed her legs open. After he could tell that she was as relaxed as she was going to get, he wrapped his arms around her thighs from behind, and lifted his head.

"MJ, I'm going to use my fingers as well, like last time, all right, darling?"

In response she just nodded, and put her hand on his head.

He smiled and bent to his task once more, speeding up and slowing down based on what she did with her hand.

Soon, he could feel her grow taut around his fingers, and her thighs tense up under his forearms as well.

"Oh god, oh god," he heard her moan. "Heath, Heath, Heath." Then she panted, and he felt her relax and tense at least three times, which did great things for his ego.

Finally, she seemed to melt into the bed, and he released her, wiping his mouth on the duvet before moving up to kiss her.

"Oh my god, Heath, I think I believe in god now," MJ said with a smile.

"How marvelous," he answered, kissing her again.

"So now we do you, right?"

"Yeah," he responded, rubbing against her thigh.

"Am I supposed to use my mouth, too?" she asked uncertainly. "I mean, I'm willing to try--"

"No, I think we'll save that for another night," Heath said. "That usually takes a little practice, and I'm so close, let's just go with my hand over your hand, like earlier, yeah?"

"Okay," she whispered, with  a pretty smile that melted Heath's heart.

She reached for him after pulling down his pajama bottoms.

"You realize I've never even had a really good look at your, uh, equipment?" she said with a laugh.

"Well, please look quickly, okay? Because after what we just did I'm so fucking hard it hurts," Heath answered.

"Really? Going down on me was fun? Like in a sexy, turn you on way?" MJ asked curiously.

"Christ in a sidecar, yes," Heath answered.

"How funny!"

"Oh god, do we have to talk about this now?"

"No, I'm sorry," MJ laughed.

"Wow, you're really hard," she added, as they began to move their hands.

"I told you that," Heath said with a laugh. "Now, will you just kiss me, please?"

"Okay, okay, sorry," MJ said, leaning in to kiss him.

"And press up against me, okay? You're all naked and gorgeous, so this'll only take a minute."

"Really?"

"Jesus!"

"Sorry!"

"Mm, oh god, MJ, this feels amazing, and you're simply beautiful--your tits--I mean, sorry, your breasts are so pretty-- oh fuck me--god I'm going to come--"

"Okay, okay,--"

"Oh lord, MJ, I came all over you, I'm so sorry!"

MJ laughed. "I thought that was the point!"

Heath smiled at her. "Really? You don't mind?"

MJ shook her head. "Of course not! I mean, god, Heath, I came in your mouth, you know?"

Heath laughed. I guess you're right."

Five minutes later, they were all cleaned up, in their PJs, and wrapped in each other's arms.

"Good night, MJ. I love you."

"I love you, too. Heath. Good night."