Special by Lemonstar

..One Shot.. In Damascus, NE, Jonesy and Libby share their first time together.

He knew she wasn't liking it.

She had gasped when he first started to push himself in and it hadn't been a gasp of pleasure. She was in pain and she kept wiggling, trying to get comfortable. Jonesy didn't want it like this. He wanted it to be special, too, because it was. He looked down at the beautiful, young woman beneath him and he knew that he couldn't put her through this. One hand was clenching the blanket beneath her while the other hand was bent back, gripping the hairs on the back of his head as he panted in her ear. She didn't utter one word of complaint however and she didn't try to stop him. She was determined to do it this way and she could be so damn stubborn.

He loved how Libby felt underneath him. She was so much smaller than him but yet, she seemed to fit perfectly against him. Their bodies molded together and Jonesy had the strangest urge to lay there on the ground with her for the rest of the night, holding her and loving her. That was something both of them desperately needed and Jonesy wanted to be the one to give it to her. It was strange but he already felt so much for her and it was different than what he had felt for Sophie or even Rita Sue. These feelings he had for Libby... they were stronger. Already, they were so strong, it nearly scared him.

Jonesy pushed another inch of himself into her and Libby bit down on her lip so hard, it nearly began to bleed. He sighed heavily. He couldn't do this to her. His body was shaking with his need for her and he couldn't stand hurting her because no matter what she said, she was hurting from doing it this way.

"Jonesy-" Libby breathed heavily when he suddenly pulled what little of himself he had gotten in and rolled her onto her back. Her legs instantly, naturally, parted for him and he loved how her body seemed to cradle his.

He stared at her a moment before touching her cheek with one hand. He kissed her, hard, tasting her, wanting her, and his hand ran down the side of her body before coming to grip her thigh. She had an incredible body. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off of it, and her, when he had gone into the cootch tent that day to fix the stage floorboards and she had been practicing. Erotic dreams of her with those feathers had haunted his nights since then.

"It'll be just as special like this," he told her, also slightly out of breath as if he had just run across the desert to get to this spot with her.

She shook her head, her eyes glassing over with tears. Her hands rested on his chest. He was so tan, muscular. His skin was dirty and sweaty and looking into his face, Libby knew that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. But she couldn't have him like this.

"You're not some johnny. I don't want to go treating you like you are."

He smiled at that before kissing her again, settling a bit more of his weight down on top of her, now propped up on his elbows, his arms framing her head. He felt her lips move with his and he couldn't seem to stop kissing her. With Sophie, his affections for her had always been deflected. He felt as if he was always disgusting her when he tried to move closer. And with Rita Sue, he had liked her but for the most part, his hurried couplings with her had been nothing more really than just releasing the tension that had wound up inside him throughout the day.

But with Libby, she wanted him. She wanted to be with him and wanted to make it something between them. He felt an elation in his chest that he hadn't felt since before his knee got busted up.

As his mouth still covered her, drowning himself in her sweet taste, he reached down between their bodies and guided himself inside her tight heat, both moaning as he did. She arched her back off the ground and her hands glided up his biceps before circling her arms around his neck. It was fast and frenzied, their bodies desperate for that connection.

She felt amazing. In the back of his mind, Jonesy supposed that he had been expecting her to feel like Rita Sue had. But Libby was nothing like her mother. He had to remember that. Libby was tight and wet and she was squeezing him in a way that almost made him feel as if he was going to black out. Her body moved underneath his with the expertise of someone who had done this many times before and yet, when he looked down at her face, he saw such an uninhibited happiness there, it almost startled him. He couldn't believe that she would look that happy to be with him.

"Jonesy," she gasped as he sped up, pounding in and out of her, their bodies sweating and rubbing together as they moved on the blanket in the dirt somewhere - the lights and music of the carnival off in the distance. "Oh, Clay."

He stopped in mid-thrust, propping himself up on his hands, staring down at her. No one called him by his first name - not anymore. He didn't even know how she knew what his first name was. He was always Jones or Jonesy.

Her eyes slowly opened when she felt that he had stopped moving and she frowned.

"What's wrong?" She asked, her hands sliding from his neck to his chest again.

He continued staring at her before a slow smile spread across his face like honey. He shook his head slightly then leaned down and kissed her - the most passionate one shared between them of the night. "I just like how that sounds."

Her frown remained. "What? Your name?"

He nodded, still smiling, almost laughing. "Yeah. Say it again."

"Clay?" She said, almost uncertainly and then, he did laugh and her frown slowly turned right side up into a smile. He had a nice laugh. He sounded so carefree and his face looked so young when he did. He definitely should laugh more. Libby wanted to make him like that again. "Clay," she repeated firmly before lifting her head and pressing her lips to his firmly, kissing him, bringing him down once again on top of her.

He began moving again, thrusting his hips, sliding in and out of her quickly and she kept murmuring his name against his lips and she could feel him smiling against hers. He had been right. This, between them, was pretty damn special.