rollercoaster high

who: Bradley and Hayley
where: Her room
When: evening

note: mildly NSFW

It hadn’t really been a good day. His personality had wavered towards the scared side and after a run in with one of the wolves in the wood while he was running he’d wound up in his room, still in his running clothes for most of the day, back against the wall as he sat on the floor. That had led to a little more attention than he would have preferred and it took until Colin wandered off to get tea or something and Bradley found some strength and got out the door. He knew where he was headed, jogging there as he went. His brothers were useful, but right now they were crowding him, they were forcing the wavering, forcing the confusion and he didn’t want that. She wouldn’t like the side that was showing, the wavering, but at least she didn’t mother hen, didn’t fret over what was going on with him every waking second.

Once he was there it led to a different problem. The sun was set, well set and he guessed that knocking on her door wasn’t the right way to go about things. Her parents liked him well enough but a late night encounter wasn’t going to be the way to win them over. Frowning he studied her window for a moment before finding something he could toss up there and coming away with two small pine cones and a few pebbles. Even if he got close to the window she’d hear it right? Giving it his best shot he tossed the first two pebbles, hitting around her window and glancing over his shoulder just to make sure there wasn’t anything there lurking and waiting.

Hayley had been lying in bed reading, but she definitely heard the knocks to her window. She immediately got up and walked over, looking down to the yard below. Smiling, she pushed it open, and looked out. "Hey!" she called, whisper-shouting down to him. She felt a little giddy, a smile on her lips. "There's a ladder in the back shed!" she told him, pointing in the direction of the back.

He let out a sigh of relief when he saw her, needing to not be out here alone. Looking back where she pointed he frowned, not liking that it was darker back there. The Ranger in him scolded him for being afraid and he nodded to her, jogging again to get the ladder as quickly as he could and head back to the house. “Careful,” he said in whisper, knowing it would carry as he did his best to line the ladder up with the window and extend it to the right length.

Reaching out the window she helped get the ladder propped against her window, so it wouldn't slip, then she waved him up. Stepping back, she glanced down at herself, thinking her blue fuzzy nightgown was probably less than attractive and more childish, and she extremely quickly ran to her drawers to change into a slightly less kiddish one. It was a tank top style nightgown that fell to mid-thigh. It was plainer, but she was okay with anything that didn't say 'stuffed animals'. Plus it was dark purple which she'd been told she looked good in before. Kicking the discarded nightgown beneath her bed as she saw his head appear in the window, she smiled. "Hey."

He took the climb slower than usual, not out of a lack of excitement at being there, but more fear of being up that high. It was a new feeling, one both the Ranger and the real version of him rebelled against, but fear didn’t seem to have limits. Pushing through her window he breathed another sigh of relief, glad to be on solid ground. Or relatively solid ground. Taking a moment he tried to compose himself, running a hand through slightly sweaty locks of hair from his run and tugging at the undershirt that didn’t quite reach the top of his running shorts. “Hey,” he greeted after he had a better handle on things and his voice wasn’t as shaky. “Hope it’s...I didn’t want to be there.”

Blinking, Hayley lost her initial excitement and hit 'concerned'. "Are you okay?" she asked. He was tripping over his words and even his body language screamed that something was off. Walking up, she looked him in the eyes, that concern quite clearly present. "What happened? You didn't want to be where?" She didn't smell anything like injury on him or anything, but still. She didn't have any real idea what to expect.

Once she was close enough to him, Bradley couldn’t help reaching out for her, hands on her shoulders as he took another deep breath. “Just a bad day,” he said shaking his head like it might right things up there. “At the commune. It was like everyone was closing in on me, and I couldn’t breath and...Is it okay that I’m here?”

"Yeah, it's fine, just...we'll have to be quiet so we don't alert my parents, but they're just downstairs watching tv. I'll be able to warn you if they're coming." she assured him. Stepping closer to hug him, she did so, not sure what to do but figuring if he was there with her, he wanted to be near her. "What happened that it was a bad day?" she asked, drawing him over towards the bed so he could sit down.

He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her, pulling her close to him. It was amazing how just that little contact made him feel infinitely better. “My head I’ve been cowering all day,” he said, trying to explain as he followed her to the bed, sitting on it and looking at her, trying to focus on her instead of everything else. It was well after it should have been but he finally noticed the nightgown, smiling a little at it. “This is cute.”

She sat down, crossing her legs beneath her, as she made sure she wasn't flashing him at all. She did keep her hands in his though, trying to understand. She smiled, when he told her the nightgown was cute. "Thanks." she said. "I um...am glad you like it." she added. "What do you mean cowering?" she asked. "Can I help?" She had no clue what it was that she could do, but still. She wanted to make attempts.

It probably wasn’t appropriate, but he couldn’t help his eyes drifting to where the hem of the nightgown sat as she tucked her legs under her. When she asked her questions Bradley shook his head a little, bringing his eyes to hers. “There’s a part of me, that’s...terrified. And it’s been that way all day. Just.. scared.” He closed his eyes for a moment and leaned in to her, head resting on her shoulder even if he was taller.

She noticed his attention waver there, though she didn't mind. In fact, it sort of made her feel a little good. He liked the nightgown, and she rather liked things with him. The making out? She liked that a lot. Either way, though, she tried to keep her own focus where it needed to be. "What are you scared of?" she asked. "Maybe I can give you perspective." she could always try. She'd learned a hell of a lot about perspective in a short amount of time.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his fingers trail up and down her arm. “The vampires that chased us, that killed my friends. Whatever might be lurking in the dark. What the quiet where there’s nothing means.” It wasn’t rational, he could see that in some part of him, but it was still holding on to him.

She listened and paused as she considered what he said. She shifted, leaning back as she pulled him with her, rubbing his shoulder slightly. "Are there...I don't know. Vampire wards?" she asked. "Maybe you could get one, and carry it with you. And don't go out at night? I mean, it might mean we get to spend less time together, but...but maybe that'd be the way to go? I don't want you to feel scared." she told him. "As for what's lurking in the dark...people you care about, maybe? You know lots of people who are werewolves, right? Well, they're out there. Protecting you."

Everything she suggested made sense, and all of it was logical courses of action or things he could do to deal with his fear or at least the source of his fears. The problem tonight though, lay in that he was irrationally afraid, already turning everything into something worse. Vampire wards might not work, a werewolf had attacked her hadn’t it? None of it was alleviating the fear outside of just being here, the small circle pattern on his back from her touches and the warmth of her next to him. “It’ll pass,” he finally said, voice quiet. It always passed.

She was quiet for a long moment. "You were there." she told him. "When I was scared, I didn't worry about what was lurking in the dark because I knew it was you. Just...there, with me. I could be there for you this time." she told him, kissing the top of his head. She wished she could do more, but still.

Bradley didn’t mind the silence between them because it was comfortable. “I’d like that,” he admitted, opening his eyes and leaning up to see her face. “It would help.” Just to be here, and know he was safe, until the fear passed.

She smiled a little. "Well, any time you want me around, if you're feeling upset or scared or anything, just let me know and I'll be around." She really hoped that it wasn't at the commune, but even then she'd show up if he needed her. "Are you still feeling bad now?" she asked. "What else is going on up there?" she asked, nuzzling the top of his head. She drew in a breath, knowing he smelled like sweat right now, but it wasn't too overpowering.

“Start with now,” Bradley told her, arm draping across her. Was he feeling bad still? He didn’t feel great, but he felt better. “Less afraid. More...me.” He leaned into the small bit of attention, enjoying the way she moved towards him. It felt good to not be the only one, even if he knew how she felt about him. Leaning back he kissed her jaw, looking up to find her eyes.

She let her eyes drift down a little when he kissed her jaw. Then she refocused and made eye contact. "Now is good." she agreed. "So...okay. I'm right here, and I'll stay here, and you'll stay here..." she decided, shifting slightly, reaching up to drift her fingers across his cheek. "And you being you is good. I like you." She leaned closer to give him a soft kiss.

“Stay?” Bradley wound up asking, knowing that could mean plenty of things. And plenty of lengths of time. Stay could mean for now or for the night or anything really. He returned the kiss with something slightly extra, and couldn’t help that the arm around her waist tightened.

She kissed him back, concentrating on that much more than answering. She drew it out, deepened it. Keeping it slow, she didn't really rush through anything, wanting to shift closer. She did, moving down a little, closer to him. When she finally broke the kiss, it was only because she needed to breathe. "Stay." she told him, voice soft.

He was nodding as she spoke, letting the word ring through him. “I didn’t want to leave,” he admitted, voice still a little thin from the kiss. They’d done this before, though it had always involved Bradley on the floor or a chair and tonight he guessed he wouldn’t be banished away from her side.

She hadn't ever snuck a boy into her room, much less had one sneak a night in there. But she was willing to do it for him. And with her heightened senses, she'd be much more capable of taking the precautions needed to keep her parents in the dark. They were happy to have her home, they did like Bradley, and she would keep it that way. But she might also keep him with her and do her best to look out for him. It was a workable situation. She kissed him again, drawing this one out as well, keeping it slow but heated. "You'll feel better if you're here with me?" she asked.

That kiss, slow as it may have been, was drawing him in quickly and while she kept things at one pace he was definitely reaching for her, fingers bunching in the fabric of her nightgown without any conscious thought to it. When she broke away there was an instant where he followed after her, not wanting the kiss to end. Her question finally filtered through and he nodded to make up for not having the breath to speak properly right away. “Always,” he told her when he could speak, trying to draw her towards him.

She smiled at that. She liked that idea. It appealed to the little girl ideals in her, where things were meant to be always and forever, enduring in epic ways. And sure, that might not have been reality, but that was how it seemed at the moment. With those words, she could buy into things at least a little bit again. Maybe that was part of what she liked about Bradley. He hit those notes, made her believe in better things again. For a while there, she hadn't been able to believe in anything good. "I think you just like snuggling." she told him affectionately, wanting to bring humor into it. If he could let go of the fear and concentrate on other things? That would be good.

That got a smile out of him, not the broad one he’d usually give her at such a tease, but a smile nonetheless. The fear was still there, but he was able to fight off the urge to cling to her, to close his eyes and wish it all away. Not if he’d miss out on a moment like this. “Maybe,” he told her, shrugging as best he could lying down. “Do you not?”

"Oh, I like snuggling." she assured him, punctuating that as she leaned closer to nuzzle at his cheek, then near his ear, exhaling softly into it. "I like snuggling a whole lot." she informed him. And she did. She knew it was new for her, a werewolf-associated thing. Or, she figured it was. She'd not been so physically oriented before, but she was now. And she wasn't questioning it, because it did feel nice, and it wasn't something he seemed to be complaining about.

For what it was worth, every nuzzle made him feel better and that breath against his ear sent the right kind of shiver down his spine. Bradley's smile got a little brighter as he moved towards her, drawing her into him, wanting to feel her as close to him as possible. "Good." It was simple, but still something he was more than pleased to hear.

She moved closer, wanting to be in close. She did giggle, though. "You need a shower." she told him. "I can pretend I'm taking one, and you could do so Mr. Sweaty Pants." she added, nuzzling at his jawline then. It seemed to be getting good reactions so she wasn't going to over-think where that tendency came from.

That had him laughing a little. “Do I smell?” he asked, pulling her towards him to kiss her. He didn’t want to leave her side though, not to be alone. “You’ll come with?”

"Ummmm a little?" Hayley giggled after she returned the kiss. "And yeah, I'll come with." she told him, a little thrill of nerves going through her. Because she wasn't entirely certain what that might entail. But she was going to go through with it.

“A little?” he asked but managed to get himself untangled from her and up off the bed. He held one hand out to her, waiting for her to take it and lead him the right way. Just so long as she was coming, he was fine with that. What might come of the suggestion hadn’t quite registered with him yet. All that mattered was having her with him, keeping him from slipping into too scared to function.

Taking his hand, she hopped off of her bed then walked quietly to her door, listening. She could still hear the television downstairs, and didn't hear anyone else moving around. Her parent's bedroom was on the ground floor, so they didn't really have any reason to come upstairs anyways. So after she figured the coast was clear, she opened the door and led him to the one next to it, which was the small bathroom up there. Shutting the door, she locked it, then turned to him. "Okay. You're good."

Good. Good worked. Bradley took a moment to gather himself into his surroundings, then realized she’d just locked them both in the room. It had seemed like a good idea when he suggested it, but in reality it left him locked in a small bathroom with a girl. “So...now?”

"Oh!" she said, blushing darkly. "Right. Um. I'll turn around?" she suggested, moving first to turn the water on for him, getting it to a nice hot temperature before she set the bath tap to shower. Then she turned around, reaching up to cover her eyes, even if she was all too well aware of him there behind her.

He was going to correct her, say she didn’t need to turn, but at the same time he wasn’t sure he wanted her to see him. Once she had turned he pulled off his socks and shoes, then shirt all with ease. There was a moment where he hesitated, eyes darting to the mirror to get a glimpse of her profile before losing the rest of his clothes and jumping underneath the stream of water. “You can turn,” he told her once he was safely behind the curtain.

She turned back around, then pushed herself up to sit on the counter by the sink. "You can use whatever's in there." she told him, thinking he was going to smell like her soap now, probably. But she was more concentrated on his being there in the first place.

Soap wasn’t the thought running through his mind. It had been, hand on a bottle of something but then she spoke and the fact that she was right there with nothing but a flimsy plastic sheet between them screwed him up completely. He froze, thinking about the water hitting him, forcing himself to focus on something that wasn’t Hayley so he could answer. “Thanks,” he managed though it sounded strained.

She frowned at the sound in his voice. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost sliding down off of the counter, but at the last second logic entered her mind. With the question of 'where the hell do you think you're going?'. "You...sound kind of funny." Maybe he was starting to be scared again. She didn't know, and didn't want to jump to conclusions.

Great. Taking a deep breath he forced some sense of calm. “Fine,” he managed, sounding more sure of himself this time. He debated on not elaborating but they didn’t really keep secrets between them. “Just realized you’re right there.”

That had heat rushing to Hayley's cheeks, and she reached up to cover them even if he couldn't see her. "Oh! I...right." she said, giving a short little half-giggle. "Right. Sorry?" she suggested, not sure if that was the right sentiment to offer.

He hurried his best through soaping his hair and body, then starting to rinse off. He wanted to see that half giggle, see the smile that went with it. Pulling his head out from under the water he shook it even though she couldn’t see the movement. “It’s fine. Nothing to apologize for, just...distracting.”

She watched the shower curtain, even if it was opaque. "Good distracting or bad distracting?" she asked, wondering highly inappropriate things. Lots of inappropriate things. None of which would get a voice, but still! They were there in her head, anyways. Maybe that was just part of having someone you wanted to be physically close to, who you were attracted to like that. Maybe she was just a teenager and girls had just as many hormones as boys did.

He debated which it was for a full minute before answering. “Both. Good and bad.” And it toed the line of what was good and bad. There were ‘bad’ thoughts that in the moment sounds pretty damn good actually and good feelings that came with all of it, fear dispelling and leaving just the teenaged boy who’s girlfriend was on the other side of a shower curtain.

Tilting her head to the side, she considered that, wondering what had taken so long in the first place, then wondering what he meant by his answer. "Okay, how bad?" she asked. She was the kind of person who if offered good news and bad news she always wanted bad news first, so the good news could be the one that stayed with her longer.

Wow. She was asking wasn’t she? He frowned for a moment then nodded even if, again, she couldn’t see it. “Bad in that...I’d remind you of the guys you didn’t date before if you could read my mind.”

Okay she was blushing again. She was also smiling, laughing just a tiny little bit. "Oh." she said, grinning to herself. "...somehow I'm surprisingly okay with that right now." she told him, trailing off. "I mean...I might actually feel a little sad if you weren't thinking about me like that in our current predicament..."

He leaned against the wall of the shower, enjoying the conversation too much to end it. “So maybe it’s less bad distracting than I thought...” There was no denying the smile on his face and he was grateful she couldn’t see it. He probably looked a little idiotic. “Are you..um..thinking the same?”

It was possible she was going to wind up with a permanent dark red flush to her cheeks at this rate. She laughed again, looking at her feet. It was a girlish giggle, something purely amused and a little embarrassed but not in a bad way. "What would you say if I was?" she asked.

The sound was like a drug, but Bradley wasn’t entire sure what he’d done to garner it. “I might ask what exactly you were thinking. Or..I might just be impressed.”

She put her hand over her mouth as she giggled again. "I don't know!" she hissed, though it was an amused sound. "Nothing specific, I just...am...sort of aware of you." she attempted to explain, even if she wound up rolling her eyes at herself. "You're there. I could reach out and push the curtain aside with no problem." she said, sticking her foot out to brush her toes against the shower curtain, proving the point, even if she didn't open it.

Bradley’s spine stiffened as she moved the curtain, certain he’d be face to face with her in that instant. When it didn’t move again he slumped back, smiling. “Well, I suppose I couldn’t blame you, if that’s what you decided you wanted. It would only be fair.” He’d seen her naked before after all.

"Fair?" she asked, not sure why he thought that. Then she connected it. He'd seen her sans clothing. She'd never seen him in the buff though. But then again, she'd not really seen any guy naked. Maybe flashes in movies or something, but never in real life. She was just a little innocent on that score. "You mean because you've seen me?"

He shrugged and nodded, then realized she couldn’t see him. “Well, yeah,” he said looking down at the water swirling the drain. His fingers were starting to prune which had him reaching forward to turn off the water.

Hayley had to debate whether or not she was actually ready to see a real live naked boy. Bradley, specifically. Nibbling at her lower lip, she realized a moment later that he was shutting the water off and he'd need a towel. So she got him one, and held it in her hands, not actually throwing it over the top of the curtain like she should have. "Okay then." she said, totally unsure of herself, but if there was ever a time...

When ‘Okay then’ didn’t come with a towel being handed behind the curtain Bradley had to wonder. It took a moment before it really set in and he stuck his head out first, looking at her seriously. “Okay then what?”

She jumped a little when he looked out at her, and she was blushing again. She held the towel in her hands, between her knees. "Okay then maybe we should even the score." she explained. "Got your towel right here." she said, indicating it, implying 'come get it'. God she was nervous. Why was she so nervous?! But she was. Lord oh lord.

He watched her from where he was, eyes a little wider than before as he tried to quell his own batch of nerves. Taking a deep breath he tried his best to soften his smile before stepping out of the shower, taking the few steps towards her before getting his hand on the towel.

So, when thinking about what big moments were in her life, she really hadn't ever factored something like this in. But it felt like a big moment. So much so that she had problems looking up. But eventually she did. Or, more specifically, looking down. Then up and down, getting the whole picture. It was weird, seeing him without anything on. Not necessarily bad weird, but weird. She knew her cheeks were still dark red, the heat in them keenly felt. Finally, she looked back to his eyes, and let go of the towel. "You mark a lot of firsts with me." she told him, voice just a little quieter than it had been before.

He knew full well the color in her cheeks matched his own. Even if he wasn’t the one looking she was giving him a pretty solid once over and it wasn’t easy being under that kind of scrutiny. Once he had the towel, he did his best to wrap it around him, not really doing a good job of unfolding it properly first. “A lot?” he asked, biting his lip as he fumbled to keep the towel up but it sunk low on his hips anyway. “Is that bad?” Managing to keep himself covered with one hand he touched her cheek, trying to quell the burning.

She noticed he seemed to be having way more trouble with the towel than one normally should, but she didn't comment on it. Instead, she smiled shyly, and looked at him when he touched her cheek. "No." she answered honestly. "It means you're just breaking ground. I never had anyone in my life who did this sort of stuff. You're special. You got here because you're different than others, because I want you to be in this position in my life, doing these first types of things."

“But good things, really good things right?” he asked. He watched her closely, leaning in to kiss her lightly. “I want to be in that position too. This position. Right. Sorry.” He was messing words up, blushing wildly. The towel slipped lightly, reaching to grab it again with both hands. “You’re a lot of firsts for me too.” Probably less, but at this point everything was new.

She returned the kiss, smiling at him at his tripping over his words. And that he was losing the towel a little, and she just watched him. That smile of hers was a little devlish, very clearly amused as hell. "Somehow I figure you've seen a girl naked before." she told him. "And made out with them, and probably more than that...though I don't know exactly how far you might've gone. But still. I'm glad you want to be here." she said, reaching forward to put her hand to the back of his neck, pulling him back in for another kiss.

He was going to answer, feeling himself blush more. “I..” he lost the words when she kissed him, fumbling with the towel to hold it with one hand so he could put his arm around her. When he pulled back he shook his head. “Hadn’t really, seen a girl. And the other stuff, it’s some of it.” Not all for sure.

She was learning to like the blush on his cheeks. It was sweet. Cute. "Having problems?" she asked sweetly, since he seemed to be having trouble choosing between keeping his towel in place and getting closer to her. Plus there was the sort of losing his speech patterns. She leaned closer, kissing just under his jaw.

“Um..” Bradley started chuckling then it drifted into a sigh when she kissed his jaw. “Just a little trouble.” Probably a lot of trouble but he was doing his best to keep that to himself. She didn’t need him to admit to being a complete wreck around her.

"Uh huh." she agreed, nodding and she nuzzled his skin as she did so. He was still damp, warmth clinging to him and she liked that sort of feeling. She reached up, tracing her fingertips down his arms a little, just to feel his bare flesh there. "Think that'll clear up any time soon?" she asked, voice a bit of a murmur.

This wasn’t helping, not her nuzzling against him and touching him like that. Words weren’t coming right away, just an awkward swallow while he tried to find his voice. He shouldn’t be this undone around, but she had some sort of affect on him that he couldn’t explain. “No...” he finally breathed. “Probably not.”

She could like that. She gave soft, light little kisses down his neck towards his collarbone, and this time instead of tracing her fingertips along his arms she did so along his shoulders, then started down his chest, a slow progression. "Is that okay?" she asked, thinking it really probably was. "I could always stop..." she added though lord did she not want to.

He wasn’t breathing though in Bradley’s case that was probably for the best. Not breathing meant he wasn’t gasping or groaning or vocalizing the buzz that was starting in his head. His eyes fell shut, the one hand that wasn’t holding the towel, spreading across her back. “It’s okay,” he said voice quiet and thin. More than okay. Like really awesomely okay.

She smiled again, letting her fingers drift down his abdomen, towards where the towel happened to be. She was aware she was really playing with fire here, but at the same time, she didn't have any true inclination to stop. Not when everything in the moment felt so nice. And hey, it was keeping his mind off of other things, right? Sure. She could latch onto that for an excuse. "What would you want?" she asked.

When his breath came this time it shuddered through him, not sure how to handle her hand drifting where it was. His stomach muscles tightened under her touch, hand on her flexing slightly. That she was asking him questions wasn’t making things easier, especially not a loaded question like that. “I...” he started, losing his place and forcing himself to open his eyes and look down at her. “Whatever you want.” Because she had him in that, whatever she wanted he’d do right now without thinking twice about it.

She looked him in the eyes, watched the blue of them. "That didn't answer my question." she told him. "I asked what you would want." she reiterated. "You spend a whole lot of time taking care of me, you know. You've spent countless hours watching over me, making sure I was okay, even when I wasn't speaking to you. You've gone above and beyond for me. Maybe right now I want it to be about you."

That had him swallowing hard again, color rising to his cheeks. She was right, he spent more time making her happy, giving what she gave happily and never trying to ask for too much from her. Especially not like this. He watched her eyes, seeing that she was as sure as she sounded, that she did want it to be about him. “I don’t want you to stop.”

She kept her eyes on his and let her hands drift lower, til she was touching the towel, even if it was pretty low on his hips by then. She was nervous, but there was a thrill to it all, really. She could feel the sort of odd power trip it was to be in the position she was in, and yet it was all in the name of giving something to him. So there was a duality involved that she didn't even bother trying to reconcile. "What next?" she asked.

The hand on her back bunched in the fabric of her nightgown, pulling it up from where it was. It was still hard to breath, not with her hands where they were, her looking at him like that. Letting the towel drop a little more, almost too much, he exposed more of his own skin below where she’d stopped. The first time he opened his mouth, no sound came out, but the second time he did find some words. “You can keep going.”

Hayley was terribly curious how this was going to go. Because she truly had no idea. But there was an instinctual level as well, even if she was nervous in other ways. Still, she didn't actually hesitate, she let her hands drift lower, touching his skin, keeping up that contact. She reached the towel again, and ran her fingertips along the edges of it. "And?" she prompted again, wanting him to tell her. That, even as she got closer to him, liking how his heart sounded, how his breath sounded.

His heart was pounding so loud he could hear it. It had to be deafening for her. Tightening his hand in her nightgown again he gave it a little pull upwards. “This,” he said. It was only fair that he not the be only one completely exposed here right? Only fair. That and the next step was losing his towel completely which seemed too much and too good to be true.

She hadn't quite expected that. But she went with it either way, lifting up her arms so he could tug her nightgown off, since that was what he wanted. After all, the point was still the same. She was still making things about him right now, getting his mind off of everything else, and exploring more of their relationship and everything that had to do with. There was a lot at work there, in her head even if she still wasn't actually stopping to think anything over.

That helped even his breathing slightly, making it easier to deal with being way too out in the open when he wasn’t the only one. Letting the towel fall away he brought her in to kiss her, one hand still on her back sliding up the other on her cheek pulling her into the kiss. There was more he should have told her to do, what he wanted that she’d asked about but right now just pulling her closer to his chest seemed like answer enough.

Hayley eagerly went into the kiss, shifting slightly to get closer to him, liking that feeling she had the last time, of being that close, of feeling his skin against hers. She had her arms up around his neck for the first few long moments of it, until one hand went sliding back down his chest, down his stomach again. Lower.

He was more comfortable with things when she was kissing him, surprised at how she felt, how close, but able to focus on the kiss and not get lost in his own head about what might come next. That hand drifting down his stomach though brought him back to the inkling of more that filled the air in the small room. This time he was better prepared for it though, more expecting it since she’d crossed that line already. When her hand went lower he reached for it, catching it in his. There was a moment of hesitation then he moved both their hands lower, showing her where to touch him next.

For a second there, she'd thought he was going to stop her. But before a wave of disappointment could hit, he kept things moving. That was better. That had her making a soft noise herself, even if she was the one who was going through with touching him. She was glad he was guiding her that bit, not wanting to do anything wrong, but it was something she was also eager to test, to experiment with. That enthusiasm was pretty clear with her utter lack of hesitation.

The soft noise from her was a surprise, one he hadn’t expected, not when he was biting back a groan as her fingers touched him. That lack of hesitation, that she seemed so interested in doing this took his breath away but with a shaky hand of his he still managed to show her how to move her hand, just how to touch him, not able to do more than muffle the quiet moan in her hair as he leaned into her.

It was a simple sort of thing to pick up, and she definitely was a quick study as she touched him. There was a scent change in the air, she noticed, though she didn't know when it had happened, per se. But she knew it by now, that sort of arousal sent she'd picked up before between them. She was finding it favorable. Putting all of her concentration into touching him, she bit her lower lip, eyes shut as she listened to him, tried to pick up on all of those little, nonverbal cues people gave off and she was getting better at sensing.

He’d let go of her hand, finding that she picked it up faster than he would have guessed. One of his hand’s tangled into her hair, pressing his face there as he tried not to be loud, but the few sounds did escape him. When she did something more right his breath hitched, heart rate ramping up a few more notches. This was surreal, her doing this, her being here, him being with her, and Bradley felt all of it in the pit of his stomach, tightening slightly as she kept going.

That was something she could appreciate. Being able to pick up on when she did something he liked, and so easily. So when she did? She repeated that. And, she picked up the pace, because that was something she was betting added to it all as well. She murmured his name, turning her face in towards his neck. She wanted him to know she was fully aware of things here, of who she was with. What she was doing.

His eyes were closed and he was trying to think about breathing, but her voice, saying his name, against his neck almost had him coming undone. He was nodding, not sure why but feeling like everything she was doing deserved some sort of ‘yes’ to say that it was all right. Groaning again, the hand in her hair tightened, tangling just a little more.

it was a rush. The whole thing was a rush. She'd sort of not expected that, it was something she would have imagined wouldn't hold this much of a high for her. But it definitely did, she was in that moment with him, even if he was the one being touched. It didn't even matter to her that she wasn't, she wanted to be fully concentrated on him. She kept it up, tried to go a little faster, wanting to maintain that until he hit his end. That was what she desperately wanted--for him to reach that release.

Somewhere in all of it Bradley had completely lost his head. His movements, both the way he pressed against her more and the way his hips twitched, were completely out of his control and it took everything to keep from groaning really, really loudly. The release was there, right in front of him and he only managed to choke out her name in warning before tapering off into a moan that went silent as he shuddered through the force of it.

She didn't really have any preconceived notions on what to expect from him there. So it was with a quiet fascination that she felt it all happen. It was a visceral experience, hearing it, hearing his heart, his breathing, the shudders through him, even how it felt holding onto him like that. She did expect that there'd be a little bit of a clean up required, but that didn't bother her. The scent there was something she marked in her memory as well. Hayley loved hearing her name there, even if she hadn't expected it. Not pulling back, she gave him soft, light kisses wherever she could plant them, really wanting his lips again but she didn't want to pull back to make that happen.

There was a long moment where his head was spinning too much for him to do anything more than just hold on to her and try and catch his breath. As she kissed him, he started to come back to her, remembering that she was there, and that...that was rather embarrassing in the messy sort of way. He was blushing when he pulled back a little, not sure what to say. Was there anything to say other than to turn a darker shade of pink?

When he pulled back that little bit, Hayley took the opportunity to kiss him. That was what she really wanted, so it was immediate. She reached up, put her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him close so she could lay a long, lingering kiss on his lips, wanting to steal his breath even if he'd just caught it.

He went with the kiss, leaning into her more, one arm around her waist and pulling her up to him. The kiss did just what she wanted, taking his breath away so that he eventually had to pull away, pressing his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. “Hayley,” he murmured softly.

She was happy. She sort of hadn't thought that would be a part of things either, but she felt it. A sort of elated sensation. "...you like me making things about you?" she asked, voice soft, a murmur, like his had been.

He nodded, head still close to her head. “Yeah I think I do.” His breathing was still a little ragged, but it was in a good way, the best of ways. Swallowing hard he pulled back enough to see her. “I feel selfish.”

Hayley laughed softly, smiling as she shook her head. "Oh, don't." she told him. "I wanted to do this." she told him, voice firm as she kept her eyes locked to his. "And trust me. It wasn't without merit on my end, too." she added, because she wanted him to know it wasn't like she was bored or anything. She didn't feel neglected.

That caught him off guard, that she’d gotten something out of it. “Really?” he asked, touching her cheek lightly. “I thought...well just me. You did want to do this?” There was a moment of hesitation as he looked at her. “Is there something else you want?”

"No, I don't want anything else. I just wanted this." she said. "I liked that. I liked being able to give you something for a change. I liked the sounds you make, and how your heart beat so fast...everything." she explained. She kissed him again, softly. "I liked how it made me feel too, knowing that you were feeling good because of me."

He’d made a giant mess on both of them and was feeling awkward to be in the bathroom with nothing on. When she described it like that though, it felt like something else entirely. “How did it make you feel?” he asked surprised that she would say that, but he still kissed her back anyway.

She finally disengaged just a little, enough to lean over and turn the water on in the sink, so she could start the clean up. She smiled as she looked down, a blush on her cheeks, but it was a good smile. "I don't know quite how to describe it." she said. "Like...I don't know." She laughed. "It was like this big rush. Ever been on a rollercoaster? Something like that, when you first go over the hill. That feeling in your stomach, the rush in your veins...like that."

“A rollercoaster? No...” he said following after her to the sink, both to clean up and because he didn’t want to be far away from her. “That’s a good thing though?” he asked, not having been on a rollercoaster and not sure he was on board with that feeling. It sounded more like she was sick to her stomach.

She laughed. "Yes, it's good!" she insisted, nudging his shoulder. "Like I said, a rush. Like the whole world opens up and gets really tiny at the same time." she added. "Like the whole world is lit up. Brighter than usual. Like I'm really, really alive."

“That...that did that?” he asked. It was how he felt, but he didn’t expect it to be the same with her. That seemed unreal, so unreal that the fact that he was still without his towel again was lost on him.

"Yeah." she said. "I um...have you ever...er...with a girl?" she asked, making vague hand gestures that really didn't articulate anything. She didn't quite want to come out with technical terms or anything. "Do you know what it's like, causing someone else that much...um..." she blushed.

“What?” Bradley asked not at all sure what she was saying until the end. When it clicked his eyes went wide and he looked panicked. “I...uh...no. I haven’t. Or that. Ever.” He was going pink again, he could feel his skin heating up everywhere.

"Well, maybe at some point you'll get your own shot, and see if it does the same thing for you that it did for me." Hayley suggested. She got down from the counter, and picked up the towel for him. "Til then...we should probably get some rest." she told him, a sweet smile on her lips.

He didn’t answer until she was handing over the towel, wrapping it around himself then reaching for his clothes. “I...I’d like that. A shot...at trying.” Not that he’d have any idea what he was doing, but he could figure it out he supposed. The sweet smile, that brought him back to her, kissing her lightly. “Okay, rest I can do.” Staying, she meant for him to say, which was more than he could have hoped for.

Hayley listened at the door, then opened it up, leading him back to her room. She got him inside, then shouted out the door. "Night mom! Night, dad!" she called. They both called up their own 'goodnights', and then she shut the door and looked back at him. "Go ahead." she said. "Get in bed." she invited.

There was still the issue of what to wear, but Bradley opted for at least fumbling on the underwear he’d had on before. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than nothing. Nothing might be more uncomfortable come morning or something happen with her parents showing up or something equally as bad. He took a deep breath, casting a glance at the bed, then back at Hayley once before making his way to it, pulling covers aside to crawl into it. He didn’t lie down right away though, sitting up with his knees, pulled towards his chest waiting to see what she’d do.

She clicked off the light, then walked over and crawled into bed with him, though she did immediately lie down. Reaching up, she gripped his shoulder, nudging him down with her. "Maybe we'll have good dreams." she said quietly, a whisper.

He went when she nudged, rolling on his side so he was facing her, hands already trying to pull her towards him. “Good dreams would be a nice change,” he answered, voice matching hers in a soft whisper. Anything would be a change from the nightmares he usually had.

She happily curled up against him, smiling as she released a content sounding sigh. "yeah, they would." she agreed. She still sometimes had bad dreams, though since talking to Billy, they were more vague and not remembered in sharp clarity. She nuzzled at his neck, then relaxed. "Goodnight, Bradley."

This was different than the times he’d slept in her room, so different. It was one thing to have her close, but her against him, nuzzling in closer as he wrapped his arms tighter around her was a completely different feeling. He let out a soft sigh, eyes falling shut. “Goodnight Hayley.”