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Someone in Her Corner (captain_bond x SunnyCirce)

It was a relief to hear his assurance, but she wasn't sure if he was saying that to make her feel better or if he really meant it. After all, what happened if he decided to get married? She would be out on her ass. But she smiled anyway. A polite, weak smile – but still a smile.

"Thanks, I appreciate it." The doubt was clear, even if she tried to hide it. "I'm going to learn everything as fast as I can though. I will start school tomorrow and get through fast. They said I can go at my own speed and I don't really have anything else to do so I will focus on that."

Well, nothing else to do but cook. Earlier she had been delighted to find a recipe that had her name. Honey Garlic Chicken. The sauce was easy, it was just mixing. But she burned the chicken and they ended up getting delivery.

Bedtime was in the living room, and with his breathing nearby she fell right to sleep in her sleepshirt.

But it was a warm night, even with the air conditioner. Her sleep was restless and the sleep shirt crept up even as the thin blanket covering her crept down. By the time midnight crept around the clock she was sprawled out on her belly. Her sleep shirt twisted around her middle baring her seafoam green panties. Long sleek bare legs were parted ever so slightly, one of them almost ready to fall off the edge of the couch. She whimpered in her sleep.
 
Steve's heart went out to her. He promised himself that he wouldn't ever abandon her. No matter what it took. "I believe you will do great things, now that you are free to spread your wings," he had said when she mentioned she'll go through her schooling as fast as possible.

He assured her during the dinner debacle that it just took practice, and that he would make sure she had the space to do it. There was nothing more disheartening to him than seeing her down.

Later that night, he awoke to the sound of her whimpering...and nearly had a heart attack when he saw her sprawled out on the couch, her blanket hanging off of her, her shirt riding up. He had promised himself he'd let her come to him, if she wanted to. But what if she never did? What if she was too scared? So he got out of his La-Z-Boy, padded softly over to her, and knelt down next to her head. God, how beautiful she looked, even in distress. He leaned in close, gently stroked her hair out of her face, and softly kissed her on the lips.
 
The dusty compound was quiet, except for the sounds of a man sobbing. Behind the gag (they were always gagged), the man screamed and shouted. Everyone watching heard him, but no one could make out any words. And no one did anything. Not even her. It had made her sick then. Wanting to stop it all but knowing she couldn't do anything. She had wanted to close her eyes, but she didn't dare. Everyone had to watch the executions of the Outsiders, or they got punished. The elders always watched. Her heart pounded Thomas, one of the Soldiers of God, was the one to pull the trigger. Brains and blood exploded. She flinched. The body sagging in the rough ropes before being untied and thrown into the back of a truck with a heavy thud.

Something soothing stroked her, pulling her out of her nightmare. She was waking up when he kissed her. Her eyes flew wide and she gasped against his lips.

"Oh!" She blinked at him, stunned. Warmth pooled in her lower belly as she met his eyes, tasted his breath.

"Oh." It was softer this time. Maybe he did mean what he had said earlier today. Impulsively, she kissed him back. It was a clumsy, sloppy kiss. Her inexperience announcing itself. A very quick one as well. Her cheeks flushed furiously, her eyes dropping. She shouldn't have done that. Girls weren't supposed to kiss men they weren't married to. But he had kissed her first. It was confusing.
 
Steve had, of course, told Honey about boyfriends and girlfriends and how doing nothing until marriage is not how it worked in the real world. But the way she kissed him spoke to inexperience, not hesitation. He would teach her, gladly.

Pulling her blanket off, he encouraged her to sit up so he could sit down next to her, then went in again, this time for a deeper, more passionate kiss. With any luck, she would catch on as quickly as she did with other forms of knowledge.
 
Honey was off balance. Pulled from a nightmare by her first kiss had left her disoriented. But she trusted and liked Steve, so when he shifted her and then sat down and pulled her to him, she went willingly.

Honey had never seen porn, she didn't even know it existed. She had never read a romance book. Never giggled with friends over how to kiss and hug a boy. All she had was her instincts and his guidance, and she followed them unerringly. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she half climbed into his lap. Returning his kiss with enthusiasm, if not expertise. Mimicking every action of his lips, his tongue. Her breath warm and sweet, fluttering against his lips.
 
James loved how well she was catching on, and the way she was crawling all over him had his own lower belly all tingly. Hopefully, what they may or may not be about to do would chase that nightmare from her mind like pigs from a gun.

Eventually, he felt he had to test the waters. One hand left where it rested on the couch and traveled to her bare leg, sliding up it ever so slowly, kissing her all the while.
 
Honey LIKED kissing, a lot. He tasted good, and her body was all tingly and warm and restless. She didn't even realize her body was sliding into his lap even more. Her naked legs straddling his thighs. The damp crotch of her pretty panties pressing against the growing bulge she felt.

It made her feel even more restless, especially when his hand slid up her naked thigh. Her pussy clenched in eager anticipation and her hips instinctively rocked against him. She whimpered into his mouth, wriggling.

She knew the differences in male and female bodies. She had helped take care of little boy children and toilet training was a thing. But she couldn't imagine how big his must be, and why did it feel like it was still growing?

Distracted, she broke the kiss, looking curiously down at where her body sat on his. A pretty blush staining her cheeks.
 
If Honey thought he tasted good, well he thought her name was extremely appropriate. When she broke the kiss and blushed, it was perfection personified. "You are...so beautiful. And you are so, so kind, and sweet, and by God you've been through so much that I can't even imagine, but you are still here, still standing...still beautiful." Then he got a little more serious. "You know what lies at the end of this road. Your body knows, and your mind is probably about to catch up. But you were almost made to do this with a man you didn't care for, and you wouldn't have even known it was a bad thing. Or, perhaps you did, and that's why they put you in jail." He cleared his throat and took her hand. "So, Honey, are you sure you want this?" It was clear to anyone with eyes to see that Steve wanted this, but it was also clear that if she said no, he would absolutely respect her decision. "I care for you, so much. It's still too early to say more than that, but I believe, with time, those words will come naturally." He waited with bated breath for her response.
 
She knew what they were heading for. There had been too many angry warnings from the elders about sinful women and depraved sex and such for her not to know.

She had believed them, of course. She had never even touched herself unless in the shower cleaning herself. She had tried so hard to be good. But they had lied about everything. Steve had taken her away from all that and was helping her and was so kind and gentle and patient. She wasnt worried about getting married anymore. She didnt EVER have to marry if she didnt want to. She was free.

"I...yes...but it will hurt, right?"

They had told her that. It would hurt. There would be blood. But maybe they had lied about that too.
 
Steve knew that she was relying on him in a way that could be easily abused, in the wrong hands. But he was determined to just give her the facts, and encourage her to make her own choices, supporting her in whatever decision she made. She would receive no misinformation, no lies, no misdirection from him. Anything she encountered that was questionable, he would do his best to alert her to it, and encourage her to fact-check it.

When she asked that question, he pressed his forehead to hers, her tone of voice melting his heart. "That depends on a lot of things. How gentle your partner is, how much he...prepares you, whether or not your hymen is intact--you remember reading about that in the textbook I sent you, I hope? Either way, if it's still there, there will be a little bit of blood, and it will most likely hurt. I won't lie to you. But I will do my best to make sure it hurts as little as possible, and that the pain is soon replaced by pleasure. That said, it might be a little difficult to wash away the blood from the couch, so why don't we hop in the shower?" He cupped her cheek and smiled. "The Elders might have been right about the pain, but perhaps it's because all the jerks who they marry girls off to are not as gentle as I am. But I can tell you this. When they told you it was sinful and dirty to have sex before marriage, they lied to you, or rather, they said it to control you. Only you can make that decision for yourself."

Scooting Honey off his lap and standing up, he reached his hand out to her. "So, what do you think you should do now?"
 
She breathed him in, soaking in the intimacy. The closeness they shared right now was terrifying and thrilling. His hands on her felt possessive in the most delicious way. His hands and body were hard and strong, hers was soft and...well...not strong. The contrast was a fascinating and enticing one. She wanted more, and was willing to trust him and hope there wasn't much pain. If there was, he had said it wouldn't last and she believed him.

She couldn't help the disappointed sound she made when he shifted her off his lap. She missed the solid warmth of his body. She had never felt more safe, more cared for, more WANTED than when she was in his lap. Now that it was all gone she was embarrassed and awkward but her small hand slipped into his.

"I think I should do what I want, and I wanna...you know..."

Her cheeks flushed scarlet. It was so hard saying it!

"..have sex." She finally managed to get it out, her eyes darting off to the side to avoid his as her blush crept down her neck.
 
"Well, I mean, I did invite you to take a shower with me. And I don't think we're gonna get very clean..." The look on Steve's face was positively panty-dropping (or at least that's what he was going for) as he pulled her to her feet and scooped her into a bridal-style carry. As he carried her into the bathroom, he would stop every so often and just kiss her again, long, passionate, and wanting.

Eventually, they made their way to the bathroom, and he set her down, only to reach out and tug her sleep shirt up.
 
Honey blushed, giggled, and wanted to die a little inside. She was going to be naked. In front of a man. In front of HIM, who was probably the most beautiful man she had ever seen. No, not beautiful. Sexy - a word she had seen when using Google. Yes, he was sexy. She laughed when he scooped her up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him right back. Kissing was now her favorite thing to do. It made the scary world go away and made her feel all weak and warm and pretty.

The bathroom was a tighter space than the living room, and he seemed to fill it all up. Take up the whole room with his presence, his hard body. Powerful hands so gentle as they touched her hips, dragging her shirt up over her head. She stretched her arms up to help him. Like a child being undressed by a doting parent, but instead it was a her - being undressed by him.

Instinct her her hands moving to cover herself. One arm curling around the satin creaminess of her breasts rising high on her chest, curving upwards in youthful defiance of gravity with little dusty pink pebbled nipples clinging to the tips. Shyly, her head ducked, her shoulders drawing in on themselves, hunching defensively. Her legs tightened, making the inviting gap between them even more obvious. She felt so exposed. It was terrible and wonderful, feeling his eyes on her. She took a deep quivering breath, and dropped her arm on her own. Summoning every ounce of courage she had to expose herself to him.

She peeked up at him, curious to see if he liked her body.
 
From the bulge in Steve's sweatpants that had made a very obvious return, he liked it a great deal. "Wow," he said, breathless as he pulled the drawstring. He was shirtless, and his chest was muscular, with a good smattering of short, curly hair. There was a tattoo on his left bicep of a snake coiled around the entire arm, and in its mouth was a rendering of an FBI badge with his father's name, date of receiving his badge and his date of retirement.

But the main attraction in this event was when he pulled down his sweatpants to reveal that not only was he not wearing any underwear, but he was hard as steel. Seven inches of veiny, rock-hard meat with a head free of foreskin told how much he liked her body more than any words could. "Honey," he said, "you have one last piece of clothing to take off," his voice thick with lust as he stepped out of the sweatpants and kicked them away.
 
His tattoo was an immediate distraction. She stared at it in fascination, losing her own shyness for that moment.

"Why is it a snake? Snakes are bad but your father is good."

Honey was about to step forward and touch it when he dropped his pants. She froze, mouth dropping open in shock as she stared at it. No WONDER it had felt so odd when she was sitting on it. It looked nothing like what she expected. It looked like it hurt.

His reminder distracted her for a few minutes though. Most girls when reminded to drop their panties would turn it into a show. Honey had no idea how to give him a show, she had never seen a striptease performance, didn't even know what the word stripper meant. There was no slow luxurious moves, no wiggling of hips or bending over in enticing ways. She just took her panties off like she did every time she was changing or getting into the shower. Stepping out of them and revealing her neatly trimmed chestnut colored pussy hair feathering out over her mound.

But her pretty little pussy was no major distraction. As soon as she had obeyed she was back to curiosity, staring at his cock pointing straight at her. hard and pulsing, looking almost angry. One finger stretched out towards it, then was immediately retracted.

"Does it hurt?"
 
"Nah. It doesn't hurt," Steve said, waving his hand casually. "And I was actually planning on turning it into a dragon, one of the ancient Chinese ones that are long and serpentine. It's a snake because I'd gotten the snake part before my dad retired, planning to put something else in its mouth that's more fitting with something bad, but then my dad told me he was gonna retire, and that the tattoo shouldn't commemorate a bad memory, so I had the badge added in later."

His story didn't really distract him all that much, and his eyes were drawn to the cute little bush between her legs and his cock twitched in appreciation. "That means I like what I see," he said, chuckling. "Now, are you ready? I did suggest that we at least start in the shower, but if there's anything else you need to do first, let me know and I will turn the water on." It was a walk-in shower, which was nice, in Steve's opinion. It even had a small bench that could be used when they finally had sex.
 
Honey was doubtful about his explanation. Not about what he said, persay. But dragons were bad too. She remember the sermons, they were basically really big flying snakes. Then again, she reminded herself, they had been wrong about everything else. Why not that too?

She was also curious about what he originally intended to be in the dragons mouth, but this didn't seem like the best time to ask. She really liked how he honored his father with his body. She knew about tattoos, some people who joined the People as adults had them, but they had all been taught tattoos were bad. But she loved Steve's. It was beautiful and special and the closeness he had with his father made her heart hurt. She envied him.

He had turned to start the water before his words caught up with her busy little brain. Anything else she needed to do? She hesitated, confused. What did he mean by that? She didnt understand. Didnt want to ask. She just wanted him to hold her again because he made everything quiet down. She wasnt scared or worried or depressed or angry or confused when he held her. She was just happy.

So instead of questioning, she just stepped into the shower.
 
Steve smiled when she stepped into the shower and, as if sensing what she craved, put one arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her as his other hand slipped between her legs, parting the bush that covered her greatest treasure and beginning to explore her pussy with his hand even as he still made out with her.

She really did taste like honey, and he wondered if she would want him to taste a different set of lips. But the way they seemed to welcome him, and the wetness he felt that had absolutely nothing to do with the shower, he thought that such things were not going to be necessary.
 
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