All the Way (Cam/Vala, teenager-verse)
Title: All the Way (part of the Teenager-verse)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cam/Vala
Warnings: Consenting sex in which both parties are underage.
Notes: For virkatjol on her birthday. I really hope you weren't expecting a pony instead. If so, oops.
Cam is allowed in Vala's room only if they leave the door open.
It's not such a bad arrangement; he likes the naked stuff (likes it a lot) but it's also nice to just have her here, all the time.
A few weeks after Vala had moved in, his father had sat him down for a talk. Frank told him that teenager relationships don't usually last, but that even if he and Vala broke up she'd continue to live with them. Cam understands why his father wanted to make sure he knew that, but it's been four months now and he still can't imagine not wanting to be with Vala.
He's stretched out on the bed with his history book open in front of him, doing his reading. Vala's on the other end of the bed, laying horizontally on on her stomach with her feet tangled against his working on her physics and stopping every few minutes to ask him for help. She's smart but her patience with school wears down fast, and she's usually not that worried about grades. His parents have encouraged her though, praised her when she does good, and Cam can tell she likes that. Positive reinforcement; apparently it's not something Vala has had a lot of in her life.
Another ten minutes goes by and she throws her pencil down and closes the book with a thick clap.
Cam pretends to ignore the obvious hint, just to see what she'll do.
She sighs, and crosses her arms and kicks up her feet.
He keeps ignoring her.
She lets out a whine and rolls onto her side, then crawls her way up until she's beside him. "Cameronnnn."
"Yeah?" He glances at her over the edge of his textbook. "Oh, did you finish already?"
"No," she says, sulking over being ignored. "But it's boring."
"It's school. It's supposed to be boring," Cam says.
Vala snakes a hand up under the textbook and his arm, letting her fingers trace up his chest. "I know something that isn't boring."
He tries not to grin, and fails. She senses weakness and pounces, yanking the book away and straddling his lap. Cam's eyes go instinctively toward the open doorway, like one of his parents will magically appear, summoned by proximity.
But no one appears in the doorway, and Vala's all but demanding his attention. She lowers her mouth to his, teases by hovering there - nose brushing his, breath warm and sweet like cherry bubblegum. Her lips just graze his and then she says, "Don't you have something you'd like to ask me?"
Cam, already practically tasting the kiss, has to give it a few seconds before the words make sense. "What?"
She pokes out her lower lip, and he kisses it. "Wouldn't you like to ask me something?"
"Oh... I guess." He knows she's been waiting on this... and so has he, but he's also horrible at keeping her waiting. "Vala, would you like to go to prom with me?"
Instant gratification proves worth it because the way her face lights up sends a million butterflies tumbling in his stomach.
*
Sam Carter is one of Cam's closest friends. His best friend from childhood, probably; their dads are both Air Force and served together, they're the same age. Cam knows his mother always hopes that as they got older they'd be more than friends, but it just never happened. Cam still likes being around her, though. She's funny, and nice, and smart - usually beats him out for top marks but he doesn't mind, his grades are still impressive and he knows she wants to be the best for the same reasons he does. Her passion isn't flying but she does want to enlist.
That's why he doesn't think much of it when she calls him and asks if she wants to have a study session for physics. A 'study session' in Sam-speak is more like ball busting, all out try and kill themselves over material that will probably blow even the teacher away but it's good stuff to know and neither of them are afraid of the work.
He doesn't think much of it, but apparently Vala does if the way she slams her bedroom door is any indication.
Sam looks horrified. "She knows this isn't a date, right?"
"I guess." Cam is baffled.
"Did you even tell her I was coming over?" Sam asks him, a look of realizing on her face.
"She said she was going shopping..." Cam still isn't seeing the problem, but Sam rolls her eyes.
"Okay, let me lay this out for you. You invited another girl over when you knew she'd be busy without saying anything to her."
"The only reason I invited you over now is because I wanted to be free to hang out with her when she's here!" To Cam, this made perfect sense.
"I'll try and do damage control. God, why are men such idiots?" She sighs and shakes her head, blonde ponytail bouncing, and then goes to knock on Vala's door.
Over an hour passes before Sam comes out, and Vala's with her - a little teary eyed but smiling.
Cam's miserable, sitting on the couch with a textbook open but not really reading it. He jumps up, looking at Vala - feeling guilty, ashamed, awful for upsetting her. "Vala-"
"It's all right, Cameron," Vala says, primly. "Samantha has explained to me that boys are idiots and swore to me that you're not secretly running around with her."
She steps over to him and hugs him, lanky arms wrapping around him. Cam hugs back, hard, making her squeak and laugh a little.
"I'm really sorry-"
"I know." She gives him a kiss on the mouth, smiling. "Now, Samantha is going dress shopping with me, since your mother couldn't. Samantha has her own car, did you know?"
"Can I go?" Cam meant what he'd said before; he wants to spend the evening with Vala.
She shakes her head. "Girl's only."
She looks excited, glancing over at Sam almost like she's proud, and Sam just grins back.
*
"Still don't know how you bagged her," Darrel says. "You know, Amy Vandenberg was dropping all kinds of hints to me about wanting you to ask her. Kinda funny how last year that would have made you wet your pants."
Cam shrugs. "Things change."
"Yeah. I mean, Amy's a nice piece and all, but Vala's way hotter."
Cam spares him a glare, even though he actually agrees.
The snicker is a warning. Cam doesn't know what's coming, but he knows it'll be something Cam doesn't want to respond to. It's amazing how often Darrel can work Vala's underwear into a conversation.
Darrel doesn't let him down. "You gonna make some carnal moves after the big dance?"
Cam wonders exactly how long Darrel's been wanting to ask that. Probably a long time.
Cam doesn't answer. He's not planning anything, but Darrel doesn't need to know that.
*
It takes four shipping trips - all with Sam - before Vala picks out a dress. Cam has a feeling she wouldn't have needed quite so many trips if his mother had ended up taking her, but she likes hanging out with Sam. She likes having a friend and Cam realizes that while he likes having her to herself, Vala's happier now that she has someone to talk to besides him or Will.
*
"So, which one?" Darrel asks. "Pink? Blue?"
"Mom said go with purple." They're standing in the middle of a florist shop, staring at the corsage display like it's their impending doom.
"You know that whole not seeing the dress thing is just for weddings, right?" Darrel says. "I mean, unless there's something about this year that you're not telling me.
"Oh, God, no. She just wants to keep it a surprise. She's excited." Cam smiles a little. He still doesn't get the fuss over the dance, but it makes Vala smile and... that he likes.
*
It's not hard for Vala to talk them into letting Sam spend the night with Vala before the prom. The down side is that Cam doesn't get to see Vala much before the prom; she's enjoying her newfound friendship with someone of the same sex that's actually her age. Cam can't begrudge her that, but it does leave him sort of feeling up in the air until it's actually time for them to leave. Sam's date is picking her up at Cam's house, too. Her date is one of the seniors, a nerdy guy that Cam doesn't know that well. Sam confides that she doesn't either; she just likes that he asked her.
He's getting his tux on in his room when there's a knock on his door. It's Sam - hair and makeup done, but still in jeans and a t-shirt. "Hey, look, Cam, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute..."
She looks nervous, and that's weird. Cam starts to feel uncomfortable. "What's up? Is Vala-"
"Well, see, the thing is." Sam clears her throat. "Vala's planning on, uh..."
"Out with it, Carter."
"She wants to have sex with you tonight." Sam's face turns pink under the makeup when she says it. "And I just sort of gather from what she said to me that she hasn't mentioned this to you and I thought you should have a head's up."
Cam gapes at her.
"I mean," Sam goes on. "She just, um, she kind of said she thinks if she leaves it up to you she'll be a virgin forever and she- well, I mean, I'm all for female sexual empowerment and all, but I just know - I mean, these kinds of things can be awkward, I guess, if you both aren't - if you haven't-"
"Sam." Cam interrupts her. "She wants to have sex? Tonight?"
"She rented a hotel room for you. She has it all planned out, Cam, so if you don't want this... just... be nice to her, okay? She's so excited. I don't want to see this blow up in her face."
"Not... want it?" That makes Cam boggle even more.
Sam rolls her eyes at him. "You're a guy, I get it, but you're also smart and... I mean... Vala's been pretty up front about stuff. I'm sure you know it, too, I don't need to go into it. But she thinks she's ready for this, and I just want you to be sure. And that's as much of your sex life as I'm willing to ponder. Just know that if you hurt her, I'll kick your ass."
"As if you could." Cam's grinning and Sam looks wary because of it.
"I could. Trust me."
Cam's still grinning. Vala wants to have sex. She really wants to; not just responding to pressure he doesn't mean to put on her. She really wants to. "And you trust me, Sam - I'm not gonna hurt her."
Sam just sighs.
*
Cam waits nervously downstairs with Sam's date - a guy named Rodney, nerdy glasses and shorter than Cam. He paces nervous while Cam just sits on the couch until Wendy announces that the girls are ready. Even Will runs out to see Vala walking downstairs in a soft purple dress, the flowing skirt swirled with lighter teal and pink tones to the fabric, heels giving her an extra inch, hair pulled half up and half down.
Sam looks good too - but Cam barely even notices. His eyes are just on Vala.
*
Wendy makes them pose for pictures, and Cam doesn't like it except for when he gets to stand behind Vala with his arms around her and she reaches up and puts her hand on his arm and he can smell the perfume she's wearing and he wants her... has to step back before it's too obvious.
They ride to the dance in Sam's car. Cam keeps Vala's hand tightly in his and she's so caught up in her own nerves that she doesn't notice his, just squeezes back. Halfway there she undoes her seatbelt and scoots over, glancing at him. He leans down and kisses her and she kissing back, breaking off to smile. "Thank you."
He has no idea what he's being thanked for. He feels like he should be thanking her.
*
At the dance, the music is too loud and cheesy but there are a handful of couples dancing already.
"Want something to drink?" Cam asks her, looking at the snack table.
She shakes her head.
"... dance?" He asks.
She hesitates, then nods. "If you want to?"
He shrugs. "That's what we're here for."
She bites her bottom lip and looks like she wants to say something. He waits, hesitates, wanting to see if she will, but she just shrugs and pulls him onto the dancefloor.
*
After three dances she looks at him. "Are you having fun?"
He's not, of course, because all he can think about is Vala wanting to have sex with him, and even if he weren't it's just a dance - the school gym, decorated up. Punch and cookies on the table, bad music. It's not his idea of fun. But he says, "It's not bad, I guess."
She glances around to make sure none of the teachers or chaperones are watching, then kisses him. Her lips are still close to his when she whispers, "Do you want to leave?"
"How?" He looks at her - almost his height with her heels on.
"Samantha's car. She said she can get a ride to her house from someone, we just need to bring the car back by midnight."
Cam glances at the clock on the wall. It's twenty after eight; they really haven't been here long. He steps back from Vala and grabs her hand. "Okay. Let's go."
*
He drives, since he has his license now - just in hopes that he can afford a car soon. "Where we going?"
"The Marriott." She gives him a shy smile. "Samantha told you, didn't she?"
Cam gives her an apologetic shrug. "Yeah, sorry."
"It's all right. I thought she might. I don't really mind." The hotel isn't far from the school - she had to have planned this out. He knew that already but now he knows it... he glances over at her and she looks nervous, but excited. She looks exactly how he feels. "I thought if you didn't want to, and she told you..."
"I'd tell her and you'd hear it from her not me?" Cam guess.
She nods.
Cam unlocks the car doors. "Come on."
"Really?" She is still looking at him like she doesn't quite trust it.
"If you're sure..." Suddenly the fact that she's hesitating makes him hesitate.
Then she gets out of the car, slamming the door behind her. She grabs the keys out of his hand and opens Sam's trunk, grabbing a small duffel bag out of it. "Come on, then. I'm sure. And if you aren't, then I'll just have to make you sure."
*
Checking in is possibly the most awkward experience of Cam's life, but Vala has a fake ID and he stares at the pale expanse of her bared back while she sweet talks the desk clerk out of any doubts he has and then she's holding a key card and they're in the elevator.
*
The room isn't that fancy but there's one bed and that's all that matters.
Vala steps out of her heels and she's back to her normal height but that doesn't matter, she's still more than capable of bossing him around. She stands in front of him in bare feet wearing a little too much makeup with her hair done perfectly and looks him in the eye. "Cameron, I love you, and I want to have sex with you."
"I love you, too." He's thought it before but he hasn't said it because it's never seemed like a normal thing to say. But when Vala just puts it out there, saying it back is suddenly the most natural thing in the world.
"And?" She pouts at him, reaching out to push his jacket. He lets her push it off his shoulders and she catches it before it falls, folding it and draping it over the chair before turning her attention back to him. "Is that all?"
"And I want..." He loses his words momentarily when she trails her finger down his shirt.
"And you want?" She keeps prompting him.
Her finger keeps going down, over the fly of his pants - suddenly bulging.
"And I want to have sex with you."
She reaches into her little bag and pulls out a condom, holding it up. "Then let's have sex."
*
She puts on a show - sort of. She's not meaning to but she's Vala and the way she moves always entrances him. She turns her back and lets him unzip the dress. It looks on the floor and she just steps out of it, revealing no bra and little purple panties that match the dress.
She pushes him back onto the bed and then straddles his lap. He's already hard and she gasps and grinds on him; this much is familiar. They've had months to fool around and get used to each other.
She starts to unbutton his shirt, working slowly and methodically, whining when she tugs it apart to find another shirt under it.
"Sorry," he says, leaning forward to kiss her. "Didn't know I'd need to skimp on the layers to make it easier for you."
She beams at him. "Well, now you'll know for next time."
Next time. The first time hasn't even happened and that already makes him want to moan.
*
They have to disengage to get his shoes and pants off. She rolls onto her side and laughs as he hobbles one leg at a time free and then out of momentary frustration kicks them under a chair.
She's still giggling when he pounces her on the bed and kisses her, and he loves that it's like this; full of laughter.
*
He's not laughing any more when he pulls off her panties. He starts to sink down, because this is one thing that he's gotten better at through her coaching; he can make her come with his tongue now, make her quiver and whimper his name and it's his new favorite thing in the world.
But right now she doesn't want to waste time. "Are you ready enough?" He asks, frowning.
She reaches for his hand and guides it between her legs. She's ready; his cock jerks, precome bubbling to the tip when he feels just how ready she is.
"I've been thinking about this since I walked downstairs and saw you. You look so wonderful in a tuxedo, Cameron; I don't think I even told you that. But just seeing you made me wet," she says. He does groan now, two fingers sinking into her. She makes a throaty noise and pushes down against the fingers. "Put one more in."
He usually stops at two but he understands why now. Three is a tight fit; he has a brief irrational moment of wondering if this will even work. But of course he understands anatomy and biology; he knows it will work, but he knows it might not feel good to her. He slides three fingers in and out and rubs at her clit. She's overcharged; tries to shake her head, tells him that she wants him inside of her, but he wants to make sure she feels good at least once tonight. "I uh... I probably won't last long. I mean, you remember..."
She does remember those first few times they fooled around, and even now after months of building up stamina sometimes it happens more quickly than he'd like. She gives in, arching her hips into the feeling now, head back against the pillow whining his name - a shocking reminder that right now it doesn't really matter what sort of sound they make.
It only takes a couple of minutes; he rubs at her clit just the way she likes, just the right amount of pressure. He feels her spasm around his fingers, clenching and body shaking as she lets out shaky frantic sounds until the orgasm starts to fade in intensity.
"Oh... god." She reaches for him, kissing him, hand on his cock. He has to stop her almost right away, flushing.
"Really... really not gonna take long..."
She laughs. "I think I'd be worried if it did."
Vala laughs - god, that sound. How does her voice have a direct line to his cock like that? She tears open the condom and slides it around him. He's already listing fighter jet models in his head, in historical order, to hold back. She settles herself back on the bed, spreading her legs. "Cameron. Fuck me."
The word should sound so dirty but it rolls off of her tongue in such an erotic, startling way. He kneels between her legs and looks down at her pink cunt, trimmed curls and swollen glistening flesh, and presses his cock right to her entrance. He looks at her one more time. "Sure?"
Her response is a softly uttered, "Please."
He pushes in - slowly, so slowly, for his own sake as well as hers. He sees her face go right and stops once just the head is buried in her. There's resistance, and he almost pulls out but she reaches out and grabs his hand and nods so he keeps going.
Her fingers squeeze on his arm but he doesn't stop pushing in until she makes a noise. He's halfway inside of her and it feels a hundred times better than he ever thought it would. His abs are burning with the effort of staying tense, knowing if he relaxes he'll come.
He stays there until she releases her breath and nods at him again.
"You look so beautiful," he says. "Does it hurt? I can-"
"No! Don't you dare, Cameron Mitchell. It's... it hurts, but it's also... I feel like we're..." She blinks away tears, but he can tell it isn't from the pain and that reassures him. "Move, please."
He slides back out slowly and then in again. Out, then in. He stops for long seconds each time and he can tell it helps her.
"More," she says. "Deeper."
He pushes in and then it's easier; sinking the rest of the way, catching him off guard. "Vala - I'm-" He squeezes his eyes shut, realizing how ridiculous he probably looks, but he has to in order to delay the inevitable. He does manage to, this time, but he's still on the edge.
"Do it," Vala says, rocking her hips up against him now. "It's already not hurting as much. Just do it. Fuck me. But come here so I can kiss you."
He repositions himself so that their bodies are closer together, chests pressed tightly, his mouth on hers, and rocks in and out of her. It's amazing, mind-blowing, and he's powerless to help it. He gets in barely four thrusts before he's shuddering and filling the condom inside of her, mouth open against her shoulder as his body jerks at the new sensation of blowing his load buried balls deep inside of someone.
He slumps against her, seeing colors behind his eyes. Her arms are squeezing around him just as tightly and she's panting. "Oh, God, Vala." He doesn't want to let go.
Her hands rub over his back and her nails scratch up through his hair, petting him. "Oh, that was good, that was... Cameron..."
He turns his face toward hers and kisses her frantically, kisses that she meets back with just as much need until they both manage to regain their breath.
He leans back and reaches down to keep the condom in place as he pulls out. It's tinged with red and he's horrified but she waves it off. "It's normal, Cameron. It barely hurt. A scraped knee feels worse. I'll be right back." She kisses his cheek then hops otu of bed and disappears into the bathroom.
Cam manages to peel the condom off and wraps it in a huge wad of tissues from the desk before dropping it in the trash, using a couple tissues more to wipe himself up.
He sits on the bed, not sure what to do - there's a tv but it seems weird to turn it on, a phone but of course he's not gonna call anyone. He checks his own phone but there are no missed calls. It's only nine thirty; they've been here an hour, though it feels like longer to Cam.
*
She comes out of the bathroom and then he doesn't have to worry about waht to do because Vala certainly isn't feeling bashful. She strips the top cover off of the bed and throws it onto the floor, then curls under the sheets and pats the spot beside her so he joins her. She grabs the remote and curls her naked body against his.
"You sure you're okay?" He asks.
She's not quite done rearranging him; she pushes him back against the pillows more and rests her head on his chest. When he wraps his arms around her she sighs contentedly. "I'm fine, Cameron. It even felt good, toward the end. I think next time... it'll be quite fun."
She looks up at him, grinning widely, and he doesn't doubt she could lie to him if she wanted to but right now he just knows in his gut that she isn't.
"Next time, huh?" He grins back.
She nods happily. He kisses her mouth and then her forehead, feeling overcome with sentimentality that he's pretty sure is equal parts having sex for the first time and equal parts just being with Vala.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cam/Vala
Warnings: Consenting sex in which both parties are underage.
Notes: For virkatjol on her birthday. I really hope you weren't expecting a pony instead. If so, oops.
Cam is allowed in Vala's room only if they leave the door open.
It's not such a bad arrangement; he likes the naked stuff (likes it a lot) but it's also nice to just have her here, all the time.
A few weeks after Vala had moved in, his father had sat him down for a talk. Frank told him that teenager relationships don't usually last, but that even if he and Vala broke up she'd continue to live with them. Cam understands why his father wanted to make sure he knew that, but it's been four months now and he still can't imagine not wanting to be with Vala.
He's stretched out on the bed with his history book open in front of him, doing his reading. Vala's on the other end of the bed, laying horizontally on on her stomach with her feet tangled against his working on her physics and stopping every few minutes to ask him for help. She's smart but her patience with school wears down fast, and she's usually not that worried about grades. His parents have encouraged her though, praised her when she does good, and Cam can tell she likes that. Positive reinforcement; apparently it's not something Vala has had a lot of in her life.
Another ten minutes goes by and she throws her pencil down and closes the book with a thick clap.
Cam pretends to ignore the obvious hint, just to see what she'll do.
She sighs, and crosses her arms and kicks up her feet.
He keeps ignoring her.
She lets out a whine and rolls onto her side, then crawls her way up until she's beside him. "Cameronnnn."
"Yeah?" He glances at her over the edge of his textbook. "Oh, did you finish already?"
"No," she says, sulking over being ignored. "But it's boring."
"It's school. It's supposed to be boring," Cam says.
Vala snakes a hand up under the textbook and his arm, letting her fingers trace up his chest. "I know something that isn't boring."
He tries not to grin, and fails. She senses weakness and pounces, yanking the book away and straddling his lap. Cam's eyes go instinctively toward the open doorway, like one of his parents will magically appear, summoned by proximity.
But no one appears in the doorway, and Vala's all but demanding his attention. She lowers her mouth to his, teases by hovering there - nose brushing his, breath warm and sweet like cherry bubblegum. Her lips just graze his and then she says, "Don't you have something you'd like to ask me?"
Cam, already practically tasting the kiss, has to give it a few seconds before the words make sense. "What?"
She pokes out her lower lip, and he kisses it. "Wouldn't you like to ask me something?"
"Oh... I guess." He knows she's been waiting on this... and so has he, but he's also horrible at keeping her waiting. "Vala, would you like to go to prom with me?"
Instant gratification proves worth it because the way her face lights up sends a million butterflies tumbling in his stomach.
*
Sam Carter is one of Cam's closest friends. His best friend from childhood, probably; their dads are both Air Force and served together, they're the same age. Cam knows his mother always hopes that as they got older they'd be more than friends, but it just never happened. Cam still likes being around her, though. She's funny, and nice, and smart - usually beats him out for top marks but he doesn't mind, his grades are still impressive and he knows she wants to be the best for the same reasons he does. Her passion isn't flying but she does want to enlist.
That's why he doesn't think much of it when she calls him and asks if she wants to have a study session for physics. A 'study session' in Sam-speak is more like ball busting, all out try and kill themselves over material that will probably blow even the teacher away but it's good stuff to know and neither of them are afraid of the work.
He doesn't think much of it, but apparently Vala does if the way she slams her bedroom door is any indication.
Sam looks horrified. "She knows this isn't a date, right?"
"I guess." Cam is baffled.
"Did you even tell her I was coming over?" Sam asks him, a look of realizing on her face.
"She said she was going shopping..." Cam still isn't seeing the problem, but Sam rolls her eyes.
"Okay, let me lay this out for you. You invited another girl over when you knew she'd be busy without saying anything to her."
"The only reason I invited you over now is because I wanted to be free to hang out with her when she's here!" To Cam, this made perfect sense.
"I'll try and do damage control. God, why are men such idiots?" She sighs and shakes her head, blonde ponytail bouncing, and then goes to knock on Vala's door.
Over an hour passes before Sam comes out, and Vala's with her - a little teary eyed but smiling.
Cam's miserable, sitting on the couch with a textbook open but not really reading it. He jumps up, looking at Vala - feeling guilty, ashamed, awful for upsetting her. "Vala-"
"It's all right, Cameron," Vala says, primly. "Samantha has explained to me that boys are idiots and swore to me that you're not secretly running around with her."
She steps over to him and hugs him, lanky arms wrapping around him. Cam hugs back, hard, making her squeak and laugh a little.
"I'm really sorry-"
"I know." She gives him a kiss on the mouth, smiling. "Now, Samantha is going dress shopping with me, since your mother couldn't. Samantha has her own car, did you know?"
"Can I go?" Cam meant what he'd said before; he wants to spend the evening with Vala.
She shakes her head. "Girl's only."
She looks excited, glancing over at Sam almost like she's proud, and Sam just grins back.
*
"Still don't know how you bagged her," Darrel says. "You know, Amy Vandenberg was dropping all kinds of hints to me about wanting you to ask her. Kinda funny how last year that would have made you wet your pants."
Cam shrugs. "Things change."
"Yeah. I mean, Amy's a nice piece and all, but Vala's way hotter."
Cam spares him a glare, even though he actually agrees.
The snicker is a warning. Cam doesn't know what's coming, but he knows it'll be something Cam doesn't want to respond to. It's amazing how often Darrel can work Vala's underwear into a conversation.
Darrel doesn't let him down. "You gonna make some carnal moves after the big dance?"
Cam wonders exactly how long Darrel's been wanting to ask that. Probably a long time.
Cam doesn't answer. He's not planning anything, but Darrel doesn't need to know that.
*
It takes four shipping trips - all with Sam - before Vala picks out a dress. Cam has a feeling she wouldn't have needed quite so many trips if his mother had ended up taking her, but she likes hanging out with Sam. She likes having a friend and Cam realizes that while he likes having her to herself, Vala's happier now that she has someone to talk to besides him or Will.
*
"So, which one?" Darrel asks. "Pink? Blue?"
"Mom said go with purple." They're standing in the middle of a florist shop, staring at the corsage display like it's their impending doom.
"You know that whole not seeing the dress thing is just for weddings, right?" Darrel says. "I mean, unless there's something about this year that you're not telling me.
"Oh, God, no. She just wants to keep it a surprise. She's excited." Cam smiles a little. He still doesn't get the fuss over the dance, but it makes Vala smile and... that he likes.
*
It's not hard for Vala to talk them into letting Sam spend the night with Vala before the prom. The down side is that Cam doesn't get to see Vala much before the prom; she's enjoying her newfound friendship with someone of the same sex that's actually her age. Cam can't begrudge her that, but it does leave him sort of feeling up in the air until it's actually time for them to leave. Sam's date is picking her up at Cam's house, too. Her date is one of the seniors, a nerdy guy that Cam doesn't know that well. Sam confides that she doesn't either; she just likes that he asked her.
He's getting his tux on in his room when there's a knock on his door. It's Sam - hair and makeup done, but still in jeans and a t-shirt. "Hey, look, Cam, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute..."
She looks nervous, and that's weird. Cam starts to feel uncomfortable. "What's up? Is Vala-"
"Well, see, the thing is." Sam clears her throat. "Vala's planning on, uh..."
"Out with it, Carter."
"She wants to have sex with you tonight." Sam's face turns pink under the makeup when she says it. "And I just sort of gather from what she said to me that she hasn't mentioned this to you and I thought you should have a head's up."
Cam gapes at her.
"I mean," Sam goes on. "She just, um, she kind of said she thinks if she leaves it up to you she'll be a virgin forever and she- well, I mean, I'm all for female sexual empowerment and all, but I just know - I mean, these kinds of things can be awkward, I guess, if you both aren't - if you haven't-"
"Sam." Cam interrupts her. "She wants to have sex? Tonight?"
"She rented a hotel room for you. She has it all planned out, Cam, so if you don't want this... just... be nice to her, okay? She's so excited. I don't want to see this blow up in her face."
"Not... want it?" That makes Cam boggle even more.
Sam rolls her eyes at him. "You're a guy, I get it, but you're also smart and... I mean... Vala's been pretty up front about stuff. I'm sure you know it, too, I don't need to go into it. But she thinks she's ready for this, and I just want you to be sure. And that's as much of your sex life as I'm willing to ponder. Just know that if you hurt her, I'll kick your ass."
"As if you could." Cam's grinning and Sam looks wary because of it.
"I could. Trust me."
Cam's still grinning. Vala wants to have sex. She really wants to; not just responding to pressure he doesn't mean to put on her. She really wants to. "And you trust me, Sam - I'm not gonna hurt her."
Sam just sighs.
*
Cam waits nervously downstairs with Sam's date - a guy named Rodney, nerdy glasses and shorter than Cam. He paces nervous while Cam just sits on the couch until Wendy announces that the girls are ready. Even Will runs out to see Vala walking downstairs in a soft purple dress, the flowing skirt swirled with lighter teal and pink tones to the fabric, heels giving her an extra inch, hair pulled half up and half down.
Sam looks good too - but Cam barely even notices. His eyes are just on Vala.
*
Wendy makes them pose for pictures, and Cam doesn't like it except for when he gets to stand behind Vala with his arms around her and she reaches up and puts her hand on his arm and he can smell the perfume she's wearing and he wants her... has to step back before it's too obvious.
They ride to the dance in Sam's car. Cam keeps Vala's hand tightly in his and she's so caught up in her own nerves that she doesn't notice his, just squeezes back. Halfway there she undoes her seatbelt and scoots over, glancing at him. He leans down and kisses her and she kissing back, breaking off to smile. "Thank you."
He has no idea what he's being thanked for. He feels like he should be thanking her.
*
At the dance, the music is too loud and cheesy but there are a handful of couples dancing already.
"Want something to drink?" Cam asks her, looking at the snack table.
She shakes her head.
"... dance?" He asks.
She hesitates, then nods. "If you want to?"
He shrugs. "That's what we're here for."
She bites her bottom lip and looks like she wants to say something. He waits, hesitates, wanting to see if she will, but she just shrugs and pulls him onto the dancefloor.
*
After three dances she looks at him. "Are you having fun?"
He's not, of course, because all he can think about is Vala wanting to have sex with him, and even if he weren't it's just a dance - the school gym, decorated up. Punch and cookies on the table, bad music. It's not his idea of fun. But he says, "It's not bad, I guess."
She glances around to make sure none of the teachers or chaperones are watching, then kisses him. Her lips are still close to his when she whispers, "Do you want to leave?"
"How?" He looks at her - almost his height with her heels on.
"Samantha's car. She said she can get a ride to her house from someone, we just need to bring the car back by midnight."
Cam glances at the clock on the wall. It's twenty after eight; they really haven't been here long. He steps back from Vala and grabs her hand. "Okay. Let's go."
*
He drives, since he has his license now - just in hopes that he can afford a car soon. "Where we going?"
"The Marriott." She gives him a shy smile. "Samantha told you, didn't she?"
Cam gives her an apologetic shrug. "Yeah, sorry."
"It's all right. I thought she might. I don't really mind." The hotel isn't far from the school - she had to have planned this out. He knew that already but now he knows it... he glances over at her and she looks nervous, but excited. She looks exactly how he feels. "I thought if you didn't want to, and she told you..."
"I'd tell her and you'd hear it from her not me?" Cam guess.
She nods.
Cam unlocks the car doors. "Come on."
"Really?" She is still looking at him like she doesn't quite trust it.
"If you're sure..." Suddenly the fact that she's hesitating makes him hesitate.
Then she gets out of the car, slamming the door behind her. She grabs the keys out of his hand and opens Sam's trunk, grabbing a small duffel bag out of it. "Come on, then. I'm sure. And if you aren't, then I'll just have to make you sure."
*
Checking in is possibly the most awkward experience of Cam's life, but Vala has a fake ID and he stares at the pale expanse of her bared back while she sweet talks the desk clerk out of any doubts he has and then she's holding a key card and they're in the elevator.
*
The room isn't that fancy but there's one bed and that's all that matters.
Vala steps out of her heels and she's back to her normal height but that doesn't matter, she's still more than capable of bossing him around. She stands in front of him in bare feet wearing a little too much makeup with her hair done perfectly and looks him in the eye. "Cameron, I love you, and I want to have sex with you."
"I love you, too." He's thought it before but he hasn't said it because it's never seemed like a normal thing to say. But when Vala just puts it out there, saying it back is suddenly the most natural thing in the world.
"And?" She pouts at him, reaching out to push his jacket. He lets her push it off his shoulders and she catches it before it falls, folding it and draping it over the chair before turning her attention back to him. "Is that all?"
"And I want..." He loses his words momentarily when she trails her finger down his shirt.
"And you want?" She keeps prompting him.
Her finger keeps going down, over the fly of his pants - suddenly bulging.
"And I want to have sex with you."
She reaches into her little bag and pulls out a condom, holding it up. "Then let's have sex."
*
She puts on a show - sort of. She's not meaning to but she's Vala and the way she moves always entrances him. She turns her back and lets him unzip the dress. It looks on the floor and she just steps out of it, revealing no bra and little purple panties that match the dress.
She pushes him back onto the bed and then straddles his lap. He's already hard and she gasps and grinds on him; this much is familiar. They've had months to fool around and get used to each other.
She starts to unbutton his shirt, working slowly and methodically, whining when she tugs it apart to find another shirt under it.
"Sorry," he says, leaning forward to kiss her. "Didn't know I'd need to skimp on the layers to make it easier for you."
She beams at him. "Well, now you'll know for next time."
Next time. The first time hasn't even happened and that already makes him want to moan.
*
They have to disengage to get his shoes and pants off. She rolls onto her side and laughs as he hobbles one leg at a time free and then out of momentary frustration kicks them under a chair.
She's still giggling when he pounces her on the bed and kisses her, and he loves that it's like this; full of laughter.
*
He's not laughing any more when he pulls off her panties. He starts to sink down, because this is one thing that he's gotten better at through her coaching; he can make her come with his tongue now, make her quiver and whimper his name and it's his new favorite thing in the world.
But right now she doesn't want to waste time. "Are you ready enough?" He asks, frowning.
She reaches for his hand and guides it between her legs. She's ready; his cock jerks, precome bubbling to the tip when he feels just how ready she is.
"I've been thinking about this since I walked downstairs and saw you. You look so wonderful in a tuxedo, Cameron; I don't think I even told you that. But just seeing you made me wet," she says. He does groan now, two fingers sinking into her. She makes a throaty noise and pushes down against the fingers. "Put one more in."
He usually stops at two but he understands why now. Three is a tight fit; he has a brief irrational moment of wondering if this will even work. But of course he understands anatomy and biology; he knows it will work, but he knows it might not feel good to her. He slides three fingers in and out and rubs at her clit. She's overcharged; tries to shake her head, tells him that she wants him inside of her, but he wants to make sure she feels good at least once tonight. "I uh... I probably won't last long. I mean, you remember..."
She does remember those first few times they fooled around, and even now after months of building up stamina sometimes it happens more quickly than he'd like. She gives in, arching her hips into the feeling now, head back against the pillow whining his name - a shocking reminder that right now it doesn't really matter what sort of sound they make.
It only takes a couple of minutes; he rubs at her clit just the way she likes, just the right amount of pressure. He feels her spasm around his fingers, clenching and body shaking as she lets out shaky frantic sounds until the orgasm starts to fade in intensity.
"Oh... god." She reaches for him, kissing him, hand on his cock. He has to stop her almost right away, flushing.
"Really... really not gonna take long..."
She laughs. "I think I'd be worried if it did."
Vala laughs - god, that sound. How does her voice have a direct line to his cock like that? She tears open the condom and slides it around him. He's already listing fighter jet models in his head, in historical order, to hold back. She settles herself back on the bed, spreading her legs. "Cameron. Fuck me."
The word should sound so dirty but it rolls off of her tongue in such an erotic, startling way. He kneels between her legs and looks down at her pink cunt, trimmed curls and swollen glistening flesh, and presses his cock right to her entrance. He looks at her one more time. "Sure?"
Her response is a softly uttered, "Please."
He pushes in - slowly, so slowly, for his own sake as well as hers. He sees her face go right and stops once just the head is buried in her. There's resistance, and he almost pulls out but she reaches out and grabs his hand and nods so he keeps going.
Her fingers squeeze on his arm but he doesn't stop pushing in until she makes a noise. He's halfway inside of her and it feels a hundred times better than he ever thought it would. His abs are burning with the effort of staying tense, knowing if he relaxes he'll come.
He stays there until she releases her breath and nods at him again.
"You look so beautiful," he says. "Does it hurt? I can-"
"No! Don't you dare, Cameron Mitchell. It's... it hurts, but it's also... I feel like we're..." She blinks away tears, but he can tell it isn't from the pain and that reassures him. "Move, please."
He slides back out slowly and then in again. Out, then in. He stops for long seconds each time and he can tell it helps her.
"More," she says. "Deeper."
He pushes in and then it's easier; sinking the rest of the way, catching him off guard. "Vala - I'm-" He squeezes his eyes shut, realizing how ridiculous he probably looks, but he has to in order to delay the inevitable. He does manage to, this time, but he's still on the edge.
"Do it," Vala says, rocking her hips up against him now. "It's already not hurting as much. Just do it. Fuck me. But come here so I can kiss you."
He repositions himself so that their bodies are closer together, chests pressed tightly, his mouth on hers, and rocks in and out of her. It's amazing, mind-blowing, and he's powerless to help it. He gets in barely four thrusts before he's shuddering and filling the condom inside of her, mouth open against her shoulder as his body jerks at the new sensation of blowing his load buried balls deep inside of someone.
He slumps against her, seeing colors behind his eyes. Her arms are squeezing around him just as tightly and she's panting. "Oh, God, Vala." He doesn't want to let go.
Her hands rub over his back and her nails scratch up through his hair, petting him. "Oh, that was good, that was... Cameron..."
He turns his face toward hers and kisses her frantically, kisses that she meets back with just as much need until they both manage to regain their breath.
He leans back and reaches down to keep the condom in place as he pulls out. It's tinged with red and he's horrified but she waves it off. "It's normal, Cameron. It barely hurt. A scraped knee feels worse. I'll be right back." She kisses his cheek then hops otu of bed and disappears into the bathroom.
Cam manages to peel the condom off and wraps it in a huge wad of tissues from the desk before dropping it in the trash, using a couple tissues more to wipe himself up.
He sits on the bed, not sure what to do - there's a tv but it seems weird to turn it on, a phone but of course he's not gonna call anyone. He checks his own phone but there are no missed calls. It's only nine thirty; they've been here an hour, though it feels like longer to Cam.
*
She comes out of the bathroom and then he doesn't have to worry about waht to do because Vala certainly isn't feeling bashful. She strips the top cover off of the bed and throws it onto the floor, then curls under the sheets and pats the spot beside her so he joins her. She grabs the remote and curls her naked body against his.
"You sure you're okay?" He asks.
She's not quite done rearranging him; she pushes him back against the pillows more and rests her head on his chest. When he wraps his arms around her she sighs contentedly. "I'm fine, Cameron. It even felt good, toward the end. I think next time... it'll be quite fun."
She looks up at him, grinning widely, and he doesn't doubt she could lie to him if she wanted to but right now he just knows in his gut that she isn't.
"Next time, huh?" He grins back.
She nods happily. He kisses her mouth and then her forehead, feeling overcome with sentimentality that he's pretty sure is equal parts having sex for the first time and equal parts just being with Vala.