Guess what? Another Style fix! Hurray! This was actually my favourite one to write and i'm not sure why.

Anyways guys, again i'm doing requests, i'd love to try a different couple (has to be South Park though) and no pairings with Stan and Kyle, unless they're together. Let me know!

I do not own South Park or any of the characters.


I tighten my arms around his neck as our lips lock together for about the hundredth time. I feel his tongue enter my mouth and I can't help but let out a long moan.

I arch my back as his hand travels downwards and cups my crotch. Our chests are pressed tightly together, and since we're both only in boxers, the warmth of our bodies together is driving me crazy.

"Mmm…" I let out another moan as his tongue explores my mouth and tangles with mine.

My legs wrap around his waist and give a slight squeeze. My hands entangle themselves in his sweaty hair and pull his head down so it's next to mine.

"I want you…inside me." I whisper into his ear and he immediately backs up and crawls off of me, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Ky…um…I don't think we should…do that." He blushes and looks down at the ground. I sit up slowly and look at him in confusion.

"B-but…I want to…" Silence surrounds us.

"I know, but…um…" he looks up and glances around, looking everywhere except in my direction. I can feel the anger start to build up inside of me and I feel my face heat up.

"Do you think I'm ugly?" I say bluntly. His gaze suddenly falls on my face and he starts to sweat slightly, but he doesn't say anything.

I let out an insulted groan and get up, throwing my clothes on and I'm about to walk out when I feel his hand grip my arm.

"Kyle…wait!" I turn around and with my other hand I punch him hard in the face. So hard that he actually falls over. He hisses in pain and holds his hand over where I hit him.

"Asshole. You're only thinking about yourself!" I storm out of his house and I can hear him calling me to come back, but I ignore him.

I rush down the street, tears flowing down my freezing cold cheeks, and I head towards my friend's house. I pound on the door and a scraggly woman with red hair answers.

"Hello, what do you need?" She asks, sounding a bit drunk.

"Hi Mrs. McCormick, would Kenny be home?" She nods and opens the door so I can brush past her to Kenny's room.

I tap on his door and barge in, finding him lying on his bed looking at what appears to be a dirty magazine.

"Jesus Kyle! Don't do that!" He bolts up and tosses the magazine beside him. I walk over and I sit on the other side of him, pouting.

"Stan sucks." He looks over at me and gives me a concerned look.

"Whoa, what happened?" I fold my hands on my lap and look down at the ground, feeling embarrassed what I'm about to say. But it's Kenny, he knows more about this kind of stuff than anyone.

"W-well…Stan and I were…you know…being close and stuff…and I said I wanted to have sex, and he freaked out…and I asked him if he thought I was ugly and he didn't say anything…So o-obviously he thinks I am…"

I burst out into tears again and Kenny throws his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close.

"I love him so much, Kenny…I wish I could tell him that…" I rub at my eyes and he tightens his grip slightly.

"I know you do. And I'm going to say this as straight as I possibly can. You, Kyle, are not ugly in any way, you're actually very good looking."

I look over at him and he gives me a sweet smile. I think Stan is the best looking guy at our school, but Kenny is also very handsome. His medium dirty blonde hair, even though I prefer dark hair, his crystal blue eyes and his slim, but slightly muscular body makes him extremely good looking.

I lean into him and put my hands on his shoulders and stare into his eyes. One of his eyebrows rises as I inch my face towards his.

"Um, Kyle…w-what are you…doing?" He turns his head to the side and my lips meet his cheek.

"Kenny you've had sex, right?...Do it with me! Please, I need it!" I move my hands to cup his face, forcing it back to where it was. I lick my lips seductively and lean in again.

"Ky…le! I'm…not gay!" I push him back a bit and I'm about to push my mouth against his when I hear the door slam open.

"Kyle! What the hell!" I look back to see Stan, panting roughly and sweating profusely.

"Stan, what are you doing here?" I get off of Kenny and sit back on the edge of his bed, pouting angrily.

"Well after I cleaned up this…" he points to the forming bruise on his face, "I figured you would want to talk to someone, so I knew you'd want to talk to Kenny…and I knew you were upset so I ran here as fast as I could…"

He doubles over and tries to catch his breath. I cross my arms and glare at him, and I feel Kenny shuffle beside me.

"You said I was ugly! It's not like you want to have sex with me… so…I'm trying to find someone who will."

He looks over at Kenny and I see him shrug out of they corner of my eye. Stan walks over and grabs my arm roughly and drags me out of Kenny's room.

"Later Kenny!" Stan shouts and he continues to drag me until we're out of their house. I jerk my arm out of his grip and push him up against the wall.

"What is wrong with you Kyle! I should be the more pissed off one of us, you totally almost cheated on me! With Kenny for Christ Sake's!" He hisses and pushes me back.

Tears well up in my eyes and I stare at the snowy ground, trying to calm down a bit. We both silently stand there, both furious at the other.

"Kyle…you have no idea why I said no to sex…" I look up to see him with his hand on his hand on his forehead, his head tilted backwards.

"I do want to do it…we're too young though, I didn't want us to do it and then have you regret it. I didn't know if you were serious about this relationship, especially now. Is that all you want Kyle? Sex? Would it be okay if it was anybody?"

"N-no! That's-"

"I didn't want your first time to be like this…until we both know we want this to actually go somewhere… you've never said you loved me back."

I stare at him in shock, my mouth wide open. He was actually thinking about me the whole time? So I guess the selfish one was…me. Now that I think about it, I have never said I loved him.

"I never called you ugly. I'm sorry if you thought I was calling you ugly…which I was not, in any way. I don't know about you, but I'm completely devoted to making this relationship work. I wanted to wait to see how you felt."

Tears slowly make their way down my cheeks and I reach up to wipe them away. Why was I being such an ass? I feel warm arms wrap around my shoulders, pulling me close and my face is buried in his chest.

"Ngh..i'm so sorry, Stan..." I mumble into his chest, wrap my arms around his back and bawl into his chest. After a moment of crying my eyes out he pulls away and his hands stay on my shoulders. I let out a few sniffles and decide it's my turn to talk.

"I'm sorry…so sorry. I didn't even want to do that with Kenny…I was just upset. I…I also want this relationship to work out…I don't just want sex…I just wanted to feel loved and I thought…if we had sex…you wouldn't leave me."

Stan smiles and lets out a chuckle. I feel a small smile form on my face as well. We stand there, just staring at each other, not quite what to do.

"I love you Kyle." He reaches out and grabs my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I love you, too…" The words slip out of my mouth easily and I don't know why I haven't said it yet. It feels good to say.

"I really love you Stan. I want us to be together forever." I stand on my tippy toes and wrap my free arm around his neck. I feel him wrap his arm around my waist and he gives me a kiss on my forehead.

I tilt my head up so our mouths meet in a tender, sweet kiss. I smile against his mouth, knowing that both us love each other and want to be together. We pull away slowly after a few minutes of kissing, and I open my eyes to see him smiling at me.

We both just realize we're still right outside Kenny's house and we hear a small tapping noise. We both look over at the window to see Kenny standing there, grinning at us.

He shouts something dirty and his voice is muffled but I can still understand what he's saying, I roll my eyes and let out a chuckle. Stan and I connect our hands again and start to walk back to his house. I rest my head on his shoulder, letting out a happy sigh.

"Sooo…" I look up at Stan, who has a devilish grin on his face, "You still want to do it?"

My face breaks out into a huge smile and we both start to walk faster towards his house, eager for what's about to happen.

Woo! So i'm going to leave it up to you guys, want me to leave it there or do another chapter with some lemon?

Hope you guys enjoy! I always read about the seem always wanting the sex, so I wanted to write the uke wanting it more. Hehe hope it worked.

No flames please!