Sex Education

This Is The One

AN: x's to separate the sexiness.

Liam smoked a cigarette on his doorstep. It was 10 to 9. He was never early. He was always running late, but not today. He'd woken up with butterflies in his stomach. What if she didn't show up? What if she got too close and he made an arse of himself? He never ever worried about making an arse of himself. Till now. He'd thought about Mary a lot, and that was worrying. This had never happened before. He'd obsessed and fantasised over birds before obviously. Some he'd ended up dating and some he hadn't, but this just felt different. And that scared him. He was in unchartered territory and Mary was coming to him like he was some expert when in reality he felt like he knew fuck all over the past few days.

Peggy frowned from the kitchen table as she sipped her tea. Liam's foot was tapping. He was pacing. He was nervous. Game days always made her nervous she was worried he'd get himself involved in trouble after too many beers. He may be 19, but he'd always be her baby.

"Liam, stop that pacing. You're making me nervous. Who are you waiting on?"

Liam crushed his cigarette under his foot and looked back inside to his mum.

"A friend." He said vaguely.

Liam smiled and waved, to someone she couldn't see. He came back in looking a bit more relaxed. He hurried in and kissed her on the cheek.

"Bye, mam. See ye later."

"Wait! Be careful and don't drink too much, and"

Slam.

Peggy smiled wryly. Oh to be young again. She hesitated before going over to the window. Her eyes widened. A girl. Liam and the girl began to walk down the hill together. Talking. Laughing. Shw was a pretty little thing. And so familiar. She deliberated for a moment. She'd seen her before. That beautiful, long, curly dark hair. But where? Then it came to her. She sat a few pews in front at mass. The Crawfords. Her eyes widened. She would need to have a word with Liam when he got in. She was a nice girl from a good family. Although she loved her son with her whole heart, Liam sometimes found it hard to behave around girls. She knew that all too well. And this one girl he'd have to behave with for sure.

Mary grinned as she looked around her in the stands. There was a fresh breeze, and she wrapped her jacket around her tight. The chanting and the whistling enveloped her in a wall of sound. The scents of pies and pints and a high volume of masculinity overwhelmed her. There were a few girls but not many. She felt like she shouldn't be here. Like it was a deliciously forbidden space she'd invaded. It was fascinating to watch, and the game hadn't even started. The rage and passion and excitement bubbled beneath the surface. A sea of sky blue supporters. Nervous butterflies. Men hugging, their arms around each other. Laughing. Drinking. It wasn't anything like she'd imagined. It felt happy and safe.

"Well? What do you think?" Asked Liam.

Mary smiled at him.

"It's wicked."

Liam grinned.

"I knew you'd like it. Wanna go for a drink after?"

Mary blinked slowly. Liam had just asked her out for a drink?

"I'm not 18 yet."

Liam shrugged.

"You'll get served if you're with me. They know me. They won't ask any questions."

Mary nodded hesitantly as her heart pounded heavily in her chest.

"Yeah, alright."

Liam smiled, and he looked at her intently.