It wasn't quite as he had imagined it, it wasn't really imaginable, because he had never really counted on it happening, but it had happened, and damn it. It was sometimes too fast, sometimes too slow, and mostly awkward. Trying to find a position that suited both of you. Excessive care to avoid any pain and hungry kisses leaving behind marks they might be ashamed of later. It wasn't ideal, but it was yours. First time together.

Simon rolled onto his side, his body supple as if he'd received some sort of massage. The room was dark, and yet your silhouette was perfectly clear to him. He pulled the blanket over your shoulders and gently stroked the back of your neck, his fingers wandering into the strands of your hair where he pressed a soft kiss to your head as well. You smelled just the way he liked it. Like you, like longing, like him, like sex.

His breath caught a little in his throat when he noticed you weren't asleep as he'd assumed, your eyes fixed on him. He swallowed dryly, his voice hoarse, he had to clear his throat a little. His heart raced. He had no idea what was going to happen now. He just hoped you wouldn't call it a mistake, he probably couldn't take it. "How are you feeling? Painfully tired or just tired?"