Meave Buellers day off (Cameron Frye x Maeve Bueller)

Sheepish

(Mature content)

We made our way back to Cameron's house, sitting in a comfortable silence. The stereo sounded softly throughout the car, the tape I had gifted to Cameron for his birthday playing, lulling me into a comfortable familiarity. 

"Cam?" I ask softly, trying to draw his attention.

"Yeah Mae?"

"You know how Slone asked you earlier if you watched me get changed? I never did hear the answer to that question." I asked boldly, trying to rescue the mood of the car. He smiled sheepishly once again, glancing at me with wide eyes. 

"And if I were to answer your question honestly, how would that make you feel?" He asked, nervously reaching his hand into the passenger seat, resting it on top of my thighs, only moving it to change gears. 

"I would feel embarrassed, Cam. Now that I think about it, I didn't that to be how you see me like that for the first time." I explain nervously as we pull to Cameron's house. The car comes to a halt. He turns his body to face towards mine, pulling his hand up from my thigh to my jaw, tilting my head up. 

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable Mae. If I'd have known I never would have looked. You just looked so good, I just couldn't resist." He said calmly, still holding my face. 

"I didn't look that good, Cam. That's why I'm embarrassed. I wasn't ready for you to see me like that."

"No, none of that, I understand that you might not feel ready, but no self-deprecation. I won't listen to that." He says, staring deep into my soul. He gets out of the car coming to my side to open my door, grabbing my hand, walking me into the house, the cold, museum like house chilled me to the bone, my wet hair not helping. We made our way to Cameron's messy room, pills, glasses and tissues scattered around the place. The mess comforted me, bringing me back to Earth before the orbit pulled me away.

Obviously, being my best friend, I've been into his room before, but this time was different. He ran around, cleaning up for me. I grabbed his arm and signalled for him to stop by pushing my lips onto his softly. He pulls back, looking down at me in surprise, before seizing his chance and crashing his lips back onto mine with an obvious need. 

A lips pulled into a wide smile, my mind finally catching up to the events happening in the present. 

Cameron noticed the smile, bringing a warm hand up to my face, tracing my lips in a soft acknowledgement. We remained in that state, bodies intertwining, connected in almost every bodily way. I tug at his suspenders, indicating that I wanted them off, giving me access to his shirt. He pulled the suspenders off and I softly grabbed the hem of his shirt, slowly edging it of his slim torso. 

I have thought long and hard about this moment, the dreaded loss of virginity. I decided long ago the whole construct didn't matter all that much, and with the right person was purely just a way of showing passion and form of deep intimacy with your partner. I wondered too, what Cameron was thinking, whether he would care about how I looked, or how good I was in bed compared to just being there, with me. I contemplated, completely distracted by my thoughts until a pair of cold hand made their way into my waist, under my sweater. 

"We don't have to do anything if you're not ready to, Mae" He whispered sweetly, looking into my eyes, searching for an answer to my distance. 

"I'm ready." The confidence seeped back into me. "I want you Cameron, in every way." I spoke breathlessly, grabbing the hem of my sweater and tugging it off, leaving just me in just my bra. 

"I always did like you in my clothes," he starts before whispering into my ear, "but I think I like you better without them." My little boost of confidence was clearly affecting him too, pulling his face into a sly grin. His lips slowly made their way back onto mine, fighting a victor less battle of dominance. His hands made his way back onto my waist, not daring to explore anywhere new.