Author's Note: This is where the M rated stuff is. Don't say I didn't warn you!
He even held her hand as they made their way across the hall to the library. He nudged the door open with his foot, being very careful not to make too much noise and Jessie smiled, remembering all the times she'd wanted something and he'd made it happen.
"It's more private in here," she told him.
He nodded. "We won't have to worry about waking Bonnie and the others."
The door closed behind them and Jessie let out a scared yelp. Buzz squeezed her hand. "It's alright, Jessie. Remember?" He gently turned her around to face him.
Jessie smiled in relief when she saw his faint green glow.
He noticed the time on the grandfather clock. "The day's almost over. You made it, Jessie!" He grinned proudly.
"Lookit that," she murmured absently to herself, still smiling.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked hopefully.
"It's still hard to let go."
He squeezed her hand again. "I know."
She tossed her braid over her shoulder. "But I do feel better about…. things."
"And just think… twenty years from now, you can tell Woody the same things we've been telling you all day."
She looked at him with wide eyes. "Do you really think we'll be together in twenty years?"
Buzz nodded. "I do."
"All of us?" She squeaked nervously.
"A-and… you and I?"
He raised her hand to his lips, never taking his gaze off of her.
She met his gaze with an intense one of her own and threw herself in his arms. "Oh, Buzz!"
He wrapped his arms around her as tight as he could, glad to have her so close. "It's alright, Jessie. I promise," He whispered.
She kissed his cheek. "I believe you," she told him.
He raised his eyes to look at her, not realizing how close her face still was to his. Her eyes closed and he kissed her softly on her lips, the fresh smell of peppermint filling her senses. She tightened her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, pushing his back against the wall. He didn't protest though, keeping a firm hold on her with one arm while his other hand gripped her thigh and hiked her leg up.
"I-I'm sorry.." He whispered when they finally broke apart.
She shook her head. "Don't be," she answered, kissing him deeply again. After a few moments, she opened her mouth and tapped her tongue against his lips.
He eagerly received her kiss and slipped his tongue into her mouth, pulling her more closely against him, and she was pleased to find that not only did he smell like peppermint, he tasted like peppermint too. A button on her shirt pressed into the round red button on his chest and his wings popped open loudly. He blushed furiously and she giggled as they jumped apart guiltily.
"Did I just accidentally push the button, or are you just happy to see me?" She purred.
"I'm just happy to see you," he replied, his cheeks still pink.
Now it was her turn to blush.
"We should go back to Bonnie's room…" he said reluctantly.
Jessie shook her head. "Can't we just kiss some more?" She moved closer to him and stuck her bottom lip out in a pout.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and tugged her against him. "Well… I guess it's not that late…"
She grinned victoriously and yanked the yellow bow out of her hair before puckering up again.
Buzz ran his fingers through the strands of yarn as they kissed.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, breathing in his minty smell. She nudged his leg with her foot.
He felt a warmth start to spread through him, growing warmer and warmer each time he felt her lips move against his. He moved his hands to the back of her head, pressing her face more closely to his, and he felt like his plastic might melt from the inside out. He wondered if this was having the same effect on her. He figured it was, because she seemed restless in his arms.
"Jessie?" He whispered.
She murmured something incoherent, eyes still closed.
"Do you want to go back to bed now?" He asked.
"No," she replied in an almost whine.
He gently brushed her hair away from her face with his fingers.
"W-what do you want?"
"You," she whispered, reaching for him again.
He pulled her head to rest on his shoulder. "You have me… always," he reminded her, planting a soft kiss on her temple.
"I want you to love me," she breathed. She looked up at him. Her eyes were doe-like as they widened when she realized what she'd said.
For a second, he forgot how to speak. "I…I do…" he said when he found his voice.
She touched his face. "Love me…. completely," she whispered, pressing her body to his again.
"Oh boy," he said in one breath. "A-are you sure?"
She nodded wordlessly, covering his lips with hers.
He kissed her back passionately, his tongue slipping through her lips. He only pulled away when he remembered what she'd just asked of him. "We don't have to," He said, panting heavily. "M-m-maybe we should w-wait," Buzz stuttered.
"For what?" She pouted.
"I-I don't kn-know…"
"Buzz," she said pleadingly. "I know it's not easy for you to express your feelings, but can't you let go just this once?"
"Jessie…." He looked at her longingly, and she knew his resolve was faltering.
"I just want to feel something different…. please, Buzz. Show me how you feel," She whispered.
"I-I-I…." He'd be lying if he said he'd never even thought about it before, but he'd always assumed it would be impossible for toys. Now, with her body pressed up against his, her heart pounding wildly against his chest, and her pleading look, he was pretty sure he'd be able to figure something out.
Her green eyes were glittering. "Don't you want to?" She asked, gesturing to his still opened wings.
His cheeks reddened. "We still have time to figure this out….before we…."
She shook her head and ran her hand along his chest seductively. "That's not what I asked."
Buzz bit his lip. "You're feeling vulnerable right now. We can wait until…"
She interrupted him with another heated kiss. "I still feel the same about you, no matter what else is going on."
He smoothed her hair down. "And how do you feel?"
"I love you," She told him, her heart pounding. "And I want you." Her face flushed as she said the words. Ignoring her inhibitions, she pressed her chest against his. "Do you want me?"
He nodded and kissed her again. Amazing, he thought. All those years of hardcore training at the academy that was programmed into his system, and this fire-haired cowgirl doll would be the one to break him. "So bad," he admitted.
She pressed her lips to his ear. "Then take me," she whispered.
In the next second, she was on the floor and he was on top of her, kissing her in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the butterflies in her stomach stirring crazily. His hands slid to her waist. She kissed him back urgently, surprised by the desperation in his embrace and delighted that he would take charge. "Buzz," she breathed. He was oddly sure of himself, for a toy that had barely considered doing things like this before.
He tugged her collar down and kissed along her neck. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly, giving him better access. "Mmmmm," she moaned.
"You like that?" He asked in between kisses.
"Yes," she murmured.
He sucked gently at the spot she liked, causing new sensations to spread through her.
"You're really good at this," she whispered.
He smiled. "I've had time to picture this."
Her eyes opened. "Really?" She squeaked in surprise. She pushed herself up on her elbows and was about to ask him just how much he'd thought about this when he covered her lips with his own. She knew he was just trying to distract her from asking the question, but she didn't care. He was on top of her again, his chest slightly heavy against hers, but she liked the feel of his weight.
"Jessie," he murmured as they kissed. He started to move his hands up from her waist, and she suddenly grew nervous. She gasped as she felt his fingers tracing her buttons. "Is this okay?" He asked.
"Um… yeah," she said quietly, her heart pounding in her ears. She leaned her head up for another kiss.
Buzz kissed her deeply, and she felt a little dizzy and his hands wandered higher. He ran his fingers along the seams at her sides before sliding his hands over her chest. She decided she liked that too, and she sighed softly. His hands were strong as they roamed her body, and her stuffing tingled wherever he touched her.
Buzz had never thought of her as delicate before now, but her cloth doll body was just so… soft. He liked the way she felt and he liked even more the effect his fingers had on her. In a bold move, he placed his hand on her belt buckle. She didn't seem to mind. She was kissing his neck intensely, her own hands moving up and down his arms. He lowered his hand, slowly tracing the stitching at the front of her jeans. She stiffened instantly, her hands frozen on his shoulders. She stopped kissing him but kept her mouth against his neck, her breath hot on his plastic skin. "Jessie?"
She uttered a small sound in response.
"I can stop," he assured her. He really didn't want to, but he would if she was uncomfortable with where things were going and had changed her mind…
"No," she whispered. "Don't stop."
He hungrily covered her mouth with his own as he lowered his hand, his fingers spreading across her denim, gently urging her legs apart. She eagerly obliged, gasping as his fingers found the seam between her legs. He began to slowly rub the area and she squirmed in his arms, closing her eyes in ecstasy. "Th-that f-feels gooood," she moaned.
The warmth that had been slowly spreading through him changed rapidly to a fiery heat as he felt her body tense. He let his instincts take over and rubbed a little harder, eliciting soft moans of pleasure. "Yes, yes," she coaxed. A few minutes later, she shuddered uncontrollably in his arms, crying out his name.
They were both panting when she straightened up.
"You are so beautiful," Buzz whispered against her lips.
She blushed, still taking in what had just happened. She reached out and shyly and ran a hand down the ridges of his stomach, wanting to do to him what he had just done to her. She didn't know if her instincts would kick in as fast as his had, and she lingered on his green belt hesitantly. His breathing was growing heavier and heavier though, and she supposed it wasn't fair to tease him. "I-I'm not sure," she stuttered.
"It's okay," he murmured against her hair, his body aching for her touch. "Just do what feels right."
"Okay," she whispered, her hand shaking as she moved it down to the hard mound of plastic between his legs. He sucked in a breath as her fingers began to explore. Her confidence grew at his reaction and she found that it was easier than she'd thought to please him. She rubbed him in a similar way as he'd done to her, rubbing faster and faster each time he made a sound.
"Oh, yeah," He moaned.
She smiled satisfactorily when she felt his body tense up, but then he moved her hand away.
"Did I do something wrong?" She wondered aloud.
"No… not at all," he insisted. "You did everything so right…"
Before she had a chance to say anything else, he was on top of her again, his knee gently moving her legs apart. "Oh," she murmured in understanding. This was it. She'd told him she wanted him to love her completely and he was going to.
His kisses were intense as his lips devoured hers and she kissed him back forcefully, wanting him to understand how badly she wanted him. She wrapped her legs around his in anticipation. He moved his hands to her face, very different from the way Bonnie had touched her face, gently tilting her head back as he kissed down her jaw and sucked gently at her neck. "Buzz," she whimpered.
"I want you," he breathed into her ear, and she shivered. The smell of peppermint filled her senses as he breathed heavily near her nose.
"I'm always going to want you," she replied.
He thrust his hips forward, and she cried out before moving back against him. He pushed into her again, and she pushed back. They moved like this as they kissed passionately, their arms wrapped tightly around one another. She moaned every time he moved against her, passion engulfing her. His hands were everywhere, his lips were hot on her neck, her face, her lips…
He filled her senses entirely. All she could feel was his body moving steadily against hers, all she could see was his faint green glow, all she could smell was the strong scent of peppermint, all she could taste was his eager mouth, all she could hear were his soft groans.
She'd never felt anything like this before. Her heart was pounding fiercely with uncontrolled passion, need, and want. She knew she'd loved him before this moment, but only now did she really understand that it was a very different kind of love. She loved him thoroughly, right down to her very core, and it scared her a bit, until she felt him hold onto her tighter, even though she'd thought it impossible.
"Oh, Jessie," He breathed into her ear. He was moving faster now, and she couldn't keep from crying out.
"Buzz," she whimpered as she felt another tingling sensation start to spread through her. She was about to urge him to thrust harder, but he did just that before she could open her mouth. "Ooooh," she moaned as she shuddered uncontrollably in his arms for the second time.
"Jessie!" He shouted, his eyes rolling back in his head as he pushed into her hard one last time.
Neither one of them spoke for a moment, each trying to catch their breath. Jessie slowly rolled out from under him as he turned over onto his back. "No," Buzz said, pulling her close and cuddling her against his chest. "Stay with me."
Jessie nodded her head wordlessly, wrapping an arm around his middle.
"Jessie?" His eyebrows furrowed. "Are you okay?"
She nodded again, her mind trying to take in everything that had just happened. "Are you?"
"More than okay." He looked up at the clock and frowned when he saw that it wasn't midnight yet. Darn, he'd thought they'd timed it perfectly. "Aw, Jess. It's still July 21st. I'm sorry."
"That's okay." She idly drifted her fingers across his chest, smiling mischievously. "Next year I'll remember for a different reason."
Buzz blushed. "Really?" He asked hopefully.
He hugged her tightly, and to her relief, she felt the same love and warmth in his embrace that had been there before. This was it, she knew. Buzz Lightyear was the truest love of her life.
"I love you, Jess," he said, running his fingers through her hair.
"I love you too. So much," she told him.
They sat up together, and he gathered her yarn hair into his hands and began to slowly twist the strands back into their braid. She grinned, remembering a time where he had been too nervous to braid her hair. "Thanks," she said when he had finished tying the bow.
He grinned back.
"Do you want to go back to Bonnie's room now?" She asked, turning her head over her shoulder to look at him.
"Nah," he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Let's just… stay here for awhile." He winked, and she blushed as she settled back into his embrace.
The memories from her past still hurt, but what she was feeling now as she twisted around in his lap to face him was stronger. They both laughed as Jessie tried to push his wings back into place.