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For Wilke: New York Christmas date

Daphne wasn't going to waste the chance to have an awesome 'Christmas in New York City' type date with no expense spared, even if any shopping would probably not survive the change back to the island. She was okay with that, it would still be fun shopping without a budget.

She also wasn't going to sit around and wait for Wilke to come up with the idea. She had a feeling the island wouldn't stay like this long enough for that to bear fruit, after all. Which is why she bundled up in a cute mint green and cream striped sweater, jeans, and a warm coat, and marched up to Wilke's apartment, knocking firmly.

"Get your coat, you're taking me on a date," she announced as soon as he opened the door.

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Daphne smiled at his compliment, and then he was taking the rest of his clothes off and they were naked together and thinking suddenly got very difficult. She pressed against him, whimpering at the press of warm skin on warm skin, at the feeling of his arousal against her.

The slight friction of their bodies as he kissed her combined with the little sounds she was making, and he was rapidly approaching the point of no return. Slowly, gently, he slid his hand between them, watching for tension or for her to pull away. When she didn't, he slid them further down, brushing over her clit to slip a single finger inside her - either to ready her or finish her, only time and her reactions would tell him that one.

Daphne moaned softly, rocking her hips to encourage him, her mouth moving to his jaw, his neck, kissing and sucking at his skin, every touch of his making her molten, putty in his hands.

His hand was already reaching for the nightstand and the drawer because the way she rocked against him like that was as close to heaven and hell at the same time as he was likely to ever get.

When he had the condom in his hand, he stopped and looked down into her face, raising on his elbows enough for her to clearly see his face. "Are you sure?"

She was nervous, because it was probably going to hurt, but there was no doubt in her expression as she looked into his eyes and nodded. "I'm sure," she said quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up to kiss him hard.

Wilke returned the kiss, his fingers continuing to get her as ready as he could before he made quick work of the foil, and the condom. He settled over her, bodies aligned, and guided the tip of his cock until it was just at her entrance. "Daphne," he spoke the word against her cheek, before he pushed slowly inside her, with one last thrust past her barrier. It took all of his strength to stay still, to let her body adjust.

Daphne inhaled sharply at the flash of pain, but it wasn't as bad as she'd expected it to be. It faded quickly as Wilke went still and she took in the strange, new feeling for a minute before experimentally flexing her hips, a low whimper escaping her.

His groan rumbled through his chest when she started to move and he kept his teeth gritted as he fought for control, letting her set the pace. He tried to focus on lacrosse moves to keep himself from completely losing it, lowering to kiss her deeply.

As she got used to the feeling, Daphne started to enjoy it more, rocking her hips up and back and finding a comfortable rhythm as she moaned into his mouth, one hand tangling in his hair as she kissed him back eagerly.

Lacrosse wasn't working as well as he'd like and he tried to switch to what they'd covered in class earlier. That didn't do it either and his control started slipping. The more she moved, the more he answered as much as he dared without hurting her.

Okay, now it was actually starting to feel vaguely good, the friction and heat and being filled like this, and Daphne found herself moving more, grinding up against him, chasing that feeling with another moan.

He could feel it when she started to really get into it, enjoying instead of enduring, and since his own control was at the knife's edge. Without missing a thrust, he slipped his hand between their bodies and found the little nub of nerve endings and stroked it in time with his hips motions.

Oh yes, that was what she had been looking for. Daphne moaned loudly, clinging to him as she moved, working her body against his thrusts, against his wonderful fingers.

His mouth dropped to hers when she started to moan and writhe beneath him, every motion making him crazier, more frenzied, and hanging on by his fingernails.

Daphne had no idea how crazy she was driving him, all she knew was she wanted more, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she rocked, arching against him, her moans vibrating into his mouth.

He'd tried. God knew he'd tried, but her motions, her groans, her fingers digging into his back, it all felt so good, too good, and his body took over. He went rigid as he came with a shout of her name into the moonlit room, his back arched on a last, deep thrust. He did try to keep moving, keep up the motion of his fingers, but he knew he'd have to pull free soon or risk making the condom pretty much useless as far as pregnancy protection went.

Daphne felt him stiffen, felt his body vibrate as he shouted something, but none of that really mattered to her; she was close, so close, and as his fingers kept rubbing, moving against her, she shuddered as she came with a cry of her own.

His arms gave way not soon after her body stopped shaking beneath him. He collapsed beside her, face into his pillow, arm around her waist. After a minute, he lifted his hand to fingerspell to her. "Sorry."

Daphne blinked, focusing on his hand belatedly when she realized he was talking to her. She caught enough of it to get what he was signing and snorted. "Sorry for what?" Not that she really wanted to talk just then. She would be fine with just lying here for a while and basking.

"Too fast," he fingerspelled back slowly, glad her back was to him. She didn't seem angry and that gave him a little hope. He disposed of the condom and spooned behind her, hand soft on her belly.

Daphne laughed and nestled back against him. "I don't mind. It was better than I expected." She'd expected it to be awkward and uncomfortable, and instead it had been--not perfect, but very enjoyable and something she was looking forward to doing again.

He decided to take advantage of the fact she couldn't see his lips and use it as a reason to not ask what she'd expected. Cowardly? Maybe. But he really didn't want an answer to that one right now. He might be taking home a C in performance, but as he'd told his parents numerous times...at least it was passing?

Instead, he took her hand in his, pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and put his head on the pillow behind hers.

Daphne closed her eyes for a few moments, comfortable and drowsy. "Is it okay if I stay here tonight?" she asked quietly, opening her eyes again and shifting in his arms to face him. The thought of getting dressed and going back to her own apartment was wholly unappealing.

"Of course," he said back, his arms still around her, though loosened from when she shifted around. His lips touched her forehead softly, then a small smile curved one corner of his mouth. "As long as you promise not to steal the covers."

Daphne laughed softly and snuggled against him. "I promise to try not to steal them. That's the best I can do."

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