Let's Make This Moment a Crime (Nate Ruess) *THIS STORY IS HORRIBLE DON'T READ*

Deleted Scene #1

Warning: Mild sexual activity

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"Shit!" I shouted, throwing my controller down on the carpet. 

"God dammit!" I cursed again. "Ivy, why do you always have to slaughter me with your Typhlosion?" 

Ivy giggled, kissing my cheek. "Let's face it Nate, your Bulbasaur sucks balls." 

I smiled and playfully shoved her to the floor, me on top of her. 

"Take it back," I hissed close to Ivy's lips. 

"Never," she whispered, and our lips met. 

We made out for ten minutes, when Ivy breathed through my lips with her tongue in my mouth. 

"Let's go to the bed..." 

I broke the kiss for a moment. 

"Ivy, are you sure?" I questioned seriously. I was willing to give Ivy my virginity if she was willing to give me hers. 

She looked me in the eye and said, "Nathaniel Joseph Ruess, I love you to death, and I've waited my entire life for this moment." 

"Same here," I replied, giving Ivy a little kiss on the nose and leading her to the bed. 

"Got a condom?" she asked as I fished through my wallet for one. 

Finding one, I replied, "Yup!"  

And I leaned down and kissed her roughly on the mouth.

Clothes were building up in a pile on my floor until all that was left was Ivy's bra and underwear and my boxers. I fingered the latch on her bra, giving her eye contact for permission. She nodded, and we both held our breath. 

I unhooked it, and I couldn't help but gawk at the newly exposed skin. 

After what seemed like forever, I broke the silence. 

"Ivy...I'm sorry...I..." 

"No, Nate, it's okay." 

She kissed me lightly and broke it soon after.  

"Unless you change your mind." 

I vigorously shook my head. "No, no, not at all." 

I lightly snapped her panties at the elastic, pressing her delicate, mostly bare body against mine. 

"Are you ready?" I asked nervously, stroking her long gold-and-blue hair.  

My fingernails were bitten to the cuticles.  

I could feel little heartbeats on all of them.  

As well as in my chest. 

I wondered if Ivy could feel that. 

I was positive the Australians could hear it. 

It got even louder and faster when Ivy slid out of her panties with shaking hands. 

"Yes..." 

I tried not to stare (I failed) as I pulled down my boxers, finishing the pile on the floor. 

It felt like years while we were sitting there, just taking each other in. 

We could both hardly breathe. 

This was really happening. 

Ivy almost looked bored, and me? I was sweaty. 

Very. Very. Sweaty. 

I hovered over her very nervously until she gave me a nod of approval. 

I put on the condom, and soon enough, we were no longer virgins.

"Holy shit," we both said at the exact same time, collapsing on the bed, side by side. 

Ivy and I were panting and sweating, hearts beating one million miles per hour. 

"It'll get better," I assured her with a secure smile. 

I knew that it would. For sure. 

Ivy leaned over and lightly kissed my cheek. "Thank you, Nate. I love you." 

I leaned over and kissed her nose. "You're welcome. I love you too."

"Your Bulbasaur still sucks balls."

I was eighteen, and she was seventeen.