MJ snuggled into Heath, turning on her side a little bit and laying her arm across his chest. He grasped her hand with his and settled his cheek on her hair.

"I believe I'm perfectly, incandescently happy," he declared.

"You know you just quoted Pride and Prejudice?" MJ asked, smiling in the dark.

"Yes, I do," Heath answered. "Keira Knightly says it to Matthew Macfadyen at the end of the movie, when they're looking out at Pemberley." He sounded smug.

"Wow, I'm impressed," MJ said. "You knew the actors' names and everything."

"Poppy loves that movie, and we had to watch it about a hundred times when she was sick last winter," Heath said, laughing.

Heath turned to face MJ and tipped her face up by putting a hand under her chin. He kissed her, gently at first, moving his head and mouth and sliding his hand down to her neck.

He exhaled through his nose, making a comfortable sound, deepening the kiss into something spine-tingling, just by running his tongue along her bottom lip. He slowly tipped her head back, pressing his mouth even harder against hers, as she opened her mouth even wider to accept more of him.

He stopped and pulled back, trying to see her in the near darkness. "I've been wanting to do this all day," he said, and she could tell he was smiling. "Have you? I mean, I just assumed you had as well, but if not, we could look at the meteor shower some more--"

"Oh no," MJ said. "I mean yes."

Heath didn't move.

"I mean, please, Heath, let's make out some more," MJ clarified, laughing.

"Right," Heath agreed with relief, pulling MJ into his arms.

He kissed MJ on each cheek before kissing her mouth again, as MJ wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself as close to him as she could. Heath lowered his head to her neck and began kissing her there, just under her ear, where her skin was so soft, and she smelled so good.

"Oh, god, MJ, I just love this part of you," he murmured.

MJ made a noise that was so sexy, and she pulled him closer, so Heath responded by nipping at her neck, and then sucking on it, really hard.

MJ cried out a little, so Heath released the skin, knowing he'd marked her. He kissed the spot and licked at it, trying to soothe the pain he'd caused. He kissed her a bit lower, and continued to move down her neck, going over her collar bone, unbuttoning her blouse as the fabric hindered him.

Eventually her blouse was completely untucked from her jeans, and unbuttoned all the way down the front. Heath could see the faint outline of her bra, which was some light color, in the starlit darkness. There was no moon, but the sky was lit up by the light of the Milky Way, and the even the asteroids that were hitting the atmosphere and bursting into flame as they flew toward the earth from time to time.

MJ quickly shrugged her blouse off, then tugged Heath's shirt off him as well, and then pulled him on top of herself, so that when they kissed, their skin touched, and the feel of her underneath him set his senses reeling.

He kissed her over and over, reveling in the wet feel of her mouth, of how their tongues coiled together in a warm dance, of how soft her supple body was under him.

"MJ, I want to see you," Heath said, turning them so she sat astride him. He sat her up, and slid his hands behind her so he could unhook her bra. She didn't know if it was the wine, or if it was because they were outside in the dark, but she felt confident. "You okay with this?" he asked.

She nodded, and slid her bra off, and sat up straight. She bit her lip and smiled a little, a smile that Heath saw and loved.

He raised an eyebrow at her as he sat up on his elbows to take her in. She leaned her hands on his chest, and arched her back a little, which was one of the sexiest things Heath had ever seen. Her full breasts hung round and low between them, though not low enough to touch his chest; MJ topless was stunning.

"Oh lord, MJ," he murmured, shaking his head. "At the risk of sounding like a sexist pig, you look like a very sexy pinup poster, my god." He sat up to grasp her breasts and kiss her, moaning as he did.

And MJ thought she might faint when she felt his hands on her breasts. Even though they'd been moving very slowly, and she'd felt it before, these feelings were still very new to her, and so exciting.

She leaned back and unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. Heath saw what she was doing, and began pulling on them down by her feet to help her take them off. She sat back up on his lap when they were off, just in her underwear, and Heath was having a hard time not just grabbing her, turning them, and taking her.

He whooshed out a loud breath, and kept his hands down by his sides.

"MJ? I didn't know what would happen tonight, but know what I wanted, and I brought a condom," he told her, keeping his voice steady with an effort. "Is that something you'd want to do? Knickers off tonight? For both of us?" he asked her hopefully.

She leaned into him, so he could feel her hard nipples poking into his chest. "Yes," she said with a nod, just before she kissed him. "Knickers off, for both of us," she repeated, driving her point home, just before she pushed him over and started undoing his jeans.

"Thank the baby Jesus," Heath declared with a happy laugh as MJ rose up so he could kick his trousers off.

MJ sank back down on him, but Heath shook his head. "Uh, MJ? This position probably isn't good for your first time, okay? I'm going to need to, uh, push on you, probably quite a bit--"

MJ took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay."

Heath sat up and put his arms around her. "You sure?"

MJ nodded.

Heath nodded too, and turned them so MJ was underneath.

"Okay, then." He kissed MJ, deeply and long, putting his hands in her hair, pressing kisses onto her mouth. "God, I love you, MJ, I love you so much--"

He moved down her body, kissing her flesh as he went, her neck, her collarbone, then the tender flesh of her belly, until he got to her knickers. He peeled them off her, feeling how wet and ready she was for him by how they stuck to her. He could smell her, and wanted to feel her , to taste her.

He pressed her legs apart after he'd laid her knickers aside. He touched her, and she jumped immediately, already so excited. "Oh god, MJ, you're so wet for me," he said, his voice full of awe.

He quickly took his own underwear off. "I'm putting the condom on now, okay?" he told her. "I'm going to go off like a rocket, so I'm not waiting."

MJ only nodded.

Heath lay down, but surprised MJ by lying down next to her instead of on top of her.

"Look, I'm sorry that this is so abrupt," he said, stroking her face. "There should be more romance for your first time, yeah? Not just, 'take off your clothes, put on the condom, let's get to it,' you know?"

MJ turned to face him and laughed. "Are you kidding? We're under the stars during a meteor shower in the English countryside in a place named after both of us. Could it get any more romantic?" She leaned in and kissed Heath, a nice kiss. "Now get on top of me and fuck me, Heath Michael Spencer."

Heath laughed. "I knew there was a reason I liked you, MJ," he responded.

He kissed her and settled between her legs as she put both hands on his back. They kissed some more before he moved, as they whispered that they loved each other. MJ could feel him, though, the entire time, a thick, warm length between her legs, along the groove where her thigh met her hips.

And Heath was aware of her warm, wet opening, just inches away, the core of her, the essence of MJ, of what made her who she was.

He finally lifted his hips and began probing and pressing, as MJ's grip on his shoulders got tight.

"That's it, MJ, just grab on to me, okay, darling?" Heath murmured into her ear. "This is probably going to hurt, and I'm so, so sorry." He looked down at her face, lit by starlight, and kissed her forehead.

He found what he sought, and began to push and press, as MJ's grip on him got impossibly tight.

MJ let out the breath she was holding, trying to just make it air that she let out, and not give it voice, because she knew that it would sound like she was in pain, because she was, because it hurt.

Heath could feel MJ's thighs closing on his hips as he pressed on her, and he knew that it was an instinctive thing, that she was trying to close her legs against the pain.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't say yes, but knowing she might.

MJ gritted her teeth and shook her head.

Heath's beautiful face was just inches above hers, and she could tell he was trying to go slow, trying so hard to be gentle, but it just felt relentless as he kept sinking into her, and it burned, and she felt like he was pulling her, stretching her, and oh, god did it hurt.

She grabbed on to Heath as hard as she could.

He finally stopped, and even though it had actually cooled off a bit, MJ felt a drip of his sweat fall onto her face.

"MJ, you are never, ever, ever allowed to call yourself a big girl ever again, is that clear?" Heath said in a hissing, gasping voice. He shook his head to flick his hair and the sweat away. "Because that has got to be the smallest, uh, area, I've ever visited, holy moly--"

And, in spite of the stretching, burning pain, in spite of the crampy feeling, MJ had to laugh.

"And now you're laughing, are you kidding me?" Heath continued. "I'm actually inside you at the moment, I'll have you know, Ms. Jasse-tinyvagina, this is neither the time or the place!"

"Oh god, Heath, stop!"

MJ pulled him down and kissed him, just to help her stop laughing.

"Heath? Does it feel nice? Does it feel--good? As good as with anyone else?" MJ asked.

Heath looked down at his love. "Oh lord, MJ," he answered. "So much better." He nodded.

MJ wrapped her legs around him and rolled her hips slightly. "Like that?" she asked. "Is that right?"

"Yes," Heath gasped. "Wow, just like that."

He pulled out a little, and pushed back in. "Can I do that, or does it hurt too much?"

MJ shook her head. "No, not much, it only hurt badly at the beginning, go ahead."

So they moved together under the starlit night, with the meteors showering down around them, and, as Heath predicted, it was over for him very quickly.

"Oh god, MJ," he groaned. "I'm going to come now, okay?" He tried to control his thrusts, but they were getting sloppy, and he knew it was hurting her, but he couldn't help it, and he pushed on her, hard, and let out an explosive breath, emptying into the condom as he spasmed in MJ's arms.

He kissed MJ, who stroked his sweaty face.

"For the first time, you're sweatier than me," she laughed.

Heath laughed and kissed her back. "Okay, now I'm going to come out, and it's going to be kind of gross, okay?"

MJ nodded, and Heath pulled out, a maneuver which made MJ wince a little.

Heath tossed the condom away and leaned back to pull MJ into his arms.

"So are you okay?" he asked. "I know you didn't come, and I'm sorry, we'll work on that bit, okay?"

MJ nodded. "I don't care, I didn't expect to that first time." She turned and kissed Heath on the cheek. "So I have a question, though."

"Yeah?" Heath stretched out, still holding MJ in his arms, listening to the nighttime sounds of the meadow, as happy as he could remember being.

"How long before we can do it again?"

His eyes flew open. "Jesus, MJ, give me a chance to recover! Besides, I only brought the one condom."

MJ laughed, a pretty sound that floated on the night air.

"What do you think I have in my pocket, Heath Michael? Hm?"