Hearing the front door shut downstairs, Sydney walked (in what she hoped was a casual way) towards the bathroom. She turned to shut the door and looked around quickly, to check that the others were out of sight before pulling George in behind her. Her breathing was already heavy with anticipation as she locked the door, then she felt George's hands on her hips, one hand gently carressing her backside as he leant forward to place a hesitant kiss upon her neck. She turned around, biting her lip, and like she had done earlier, George tapped her gently on the nose, admonishing her with a small smile upon his face.
She lifts a hand and traces the scratches along his cheek, her eyes filling with tears, slowly brimming over as she presses her lips together and closes her eyes, two tears fall to hit to cold bathroom floor.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, "I'm sorry for what Witchburn did to you; I really didn't - " He shushes her, leans forwards and looks into her eyes, her head almost half a foot above his, then traces her lips with his own, his brown eyes so caring and full of warmth. His voice is hushed and she is reminded of the other guys as footsteps rumble throughout the house and she hears Jeremy complaining about the bathroom always being occupied when he needs it.
"I love you," he says, and she says it back, many, many times as they lay kisses upon each other's faces, desperate and needy. He is aroused, she can feel it digging into her thigh, and all hesitations are pushed aside as she parts his dressing-gown with her hands to run them down the smooth plane of his chest. He has no chest hair, so her hands run slowly down to untie the dressing-gown cords and suddenly he is naked, gown about his ankles.
Then suddenly her own t-shirt is thrown aside and George's hands are once again gliding along the lace of her purple bra; she reaches around the back to untie it herself and lets it fall to the ground, so only her white shorts remain. His lips are of a perfect height to kiss and lick her perky nipples; her state of arousal is heightened by the cold in the bathroom because they never really got round to fixing the heating completely. She throws her head back, her hands twisted in his brown hair as his lips entice her breasts, making them feel heavier and more sensitive, especially as he takes the other nipple in his mouth and slowly caresses it with his tongue. She moans, now unbearably hot between her legs, and wraps a leg around George's back, pulling him closer to her to allow their groins to rub together. They both shiver at the contact, despite sweat running down both their backs, and George looks up to see Sydney nod, her eyes dark and hair loose about her face.
He kneels for a second, rummaging in the pocket of his dressing-gown and retrieves a foil packet, square in shape, whilst Sydney removes her shorts and flimsy underwear. They are now closer than before, and all hesitation is thrown out of the window as George stands back up and Sydney pulls him closer.
It hurt, she recollects later, but as he entered her they both shuddered at the experience that they were both feeling; the feeling of being full, for Sydney, and her insides clamping around him so tightly, and for George, the friction and sensation of being snugly enclosed within Sydney was too much to bear as he shivered, filling her to the brim. Settling still for a second, neither of them moved. Breathing heavily, Sydney kissed the back of his neck, her hands clawing his shoulder blades as she tries to pull him deeper. George withdraws, sliding almost all the way out as she moans, missing the contact, and then he thrusts back into her, making her dig her short nails into his back. And then, she calls his name, and his hips become a blur as he tries to fill her even more, withdrawing only to push back in with even more sure, swift strokes.
She was panting his name now, "George, George, GEORGE - " And the slapping, sucking sounds that echo round the bathroom are too much to bear as he lifts her higher against the door, determined to hit a sweet spot that he knows will bring her writhing to the point of ectasy...
She is panting heavily now, her voice almost inaudible, her legs wrapped around him as he lifts her higher against the door, deepening their connection. And then she tenses up, her lower body tightening around him as though he'd just tied an incredibly tight knot, and she calls out his name, her voice trembling as her legs weaken around him and his mouth once again finds her breast. A few more thrusts, each quicker than the last, signal the end and he too finds himself breathing heavily, his back sweaty and mouth still hungry for more even as he raises his mouth to her's and slips gently out of her.
They shiver now, cold once again, but still manage to bring their lips together once, twice, thrice, before George wraps himself back in his dressing-gown after wrapping the used condom in tissue and throwing it in the bin. Sydneys smiles at him, her face warm as she picks up her clothes. She whispers,
"Do you want to be my boyfriend, George?" Nodding, he presses her against the door once again and kisses her - but their combined weight against the door was finally too much, and it fell - Sydney screaming in fright - off of its battered hinges and into the hallway, where Jeremy was standing with a bath towel and toothbrush, his face red.
A/N: So, what do you think? This is the first sex scene that I've ever wrote - do you think it reaches a T rating, or is it explicit enough to be an M? I don't think it's that bad, not much nudity is mentioned and it focuses mainly on their feelings, so... Just tell me what you think.
Up next: Will Jeremy tell, or will the other dorks find out by themselves, and what will happen when they (eventually!) do?