They were both grown adults and that was all Johnny needed to know. He slid his hands down her arms as his lips accepted her kiss in a wordless promise to be gentle. His hands moved to the buttons of his shirt that she wore, unfastening them one by one, slowly unwrapping her, allowing his eyes to see what secrets she kept beneath that thin layer of cloth.
Her hands rose, her fingers curling lovingly to his jaw as he kissed her, just barely disguising the tremble of anticipation that rippled through her at the shift and tug of fabric against her skin, knowing even without looking that he was moments from seeing and touching the slender curves she'd never shown anyone else. The material slid down to bare her shoulders as the buttons came undone, her lips parting beneath Johnny's as she gasped softly, throwing herself completely into his hands with the trust he'd earned by saving her life.
Even now, he didn't want to rush things; he wanted to go slow, to take his time, to explore her and learn her and memorize her, every soft luscious curve at a time. No more comparing. Whatever he'd had with Lucy was nothing but a memory. It was Liv he wanted; it was Liv he was falling in love with.
"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured in awe of her beauty as he finished unbuttoning the shirt, hands brushing her shoulders as he gently peeled it away, allowing his eyes to admire the soft womanly curves beneath the cloth. He leaned in to brush his lips against the side of her neck as his hands pulled the shirt away from her and let it fall against the bed, forgotten. He let his hands roam over her bare back while his lips grazed her neck, trailing kisses down a bare shoulder.
Her nerves paralysed her for a long moment, stilling her breath as her heart hammered in her chest, her eyes fixed on his face as his gaze swept downward to the virginal ivory of her flesh. Even the soft murmur that fell from his lips wasn't enough to stir her. It was only when those lips, so hot against her, touched the column of her throat that suddenly she gasped, loosing a moan against his shoulder as her hands rose to his back, arms curling about him to draw herself close as she buried her face against his neck. "I love you," she whispered against his skin, decorating his throat with her own kisses as she trembled in his grasp.
He echoed her moan when she pulled him close, her kiss like fire against his flesh, even as his temperature rose and he felt like he was burning up. Desire coiled hot and deep in the pit of his stomach, rolling outward to set his body on fire. Her declaration of love whispered against his hot flesh driving him mad with desire. She'd said it again, that she loved him - three little words he'd been longing to hear - his heart flaming with equal adoration, even if the words didn't quite reach his lips. He eased her back against the bed, parting from her lips to trail kisses downward.
Liv was entirely his to enjoy, his to teach, his to bring to boiling point over and over again as she writhed under the easy expertise of his hands and mouth. Shyness still held her tightly to begin with, stifling her desires until the heat of his body over hers swept that sense of reservation away, urging her own hands to roam over the heady smoothness of his back and sides, her fingers in and out of his hair as she shuddered and moaned in the arms of the first and only man she'd ever needed like this.
There was something utterly irrestible about knowing the woman you were making love to had never been with anyone else before, that you were her first, and just maybe her one and only. He'd been with a few women before, some of them human, some metahuman, but they all paled in comparison to her. She was now, she was his, and she was ready. He let his lips roam over her body, peeling away the last vestige of cloth that covered her, revelling in the loveliness that was Liv. He paused a moment to let his eyes move over her, feeling as though he might explode with desire. "I want you," he whispered, as his hands moved along her thighs, parting them gently, his own body trembling with nervous desire.
The tender ripple of her spine spoke volumes of just how ready she was for anything Johnny wanted to do with her, describing the length of her undulating body with the sweep of a delicately pink flush that painted her skin wherever he touched or looked. She barely even thought to resist as he drew her legs apart, pushing up onto one elbow to meet his eyes, her hand drawing him close again to taste his lips with breathless desire. "I want you," she whispered back to him lovingly. "I don't know what to do, Johnny ... I don't want to disappoint you."
He hovered over her, lips swollen from kissing her, heat rolling off him, blue eyes speaking volumes as he looked down at her, wanting her as much as she wanted him. He hesitated, lips pursed, a worried expression on his face. "I don't want to hurt you," he told her softly. He hadn't removed the final bit of clothing that separated them yet, afraid of losing control and hurting her, when all he wanted was to please her.
"You won't." The words were breathed against his lips, kisses traded once again in sweet confidence that even though she knew it might well hurt this first time, he would never intentionally do her harm. "I just wish I knew how to make it good for you, too."
"Oh, God, Liv..." He sighed against her lips, eyes trailing downwards once again, feeling like he was about to burst with arousal. "I've been wanting you for so long." Ever since that first day in the park when she'd pretended to be Lucy but couldn't do it. He'd started to fall in love with her then; he just hadn't realized it until they'd been apart. "I love you, Olivia," he told her quietly, eyes warm with adoration and a need that transcended the physical.
She stared into his eyes, soft brown to piercing blue, almost moved to tears by the unexpected declaration of his love. For more than a month, she'd been in love with him, most of that time spent watching him with her sister, never once thinking she would ever hear him say those words to her. "Then I don't care if it hurts," Liv heard herself tell him, each word and fierce and fervent as anything she'd said or felt before. "Please, Johnny ... please don't make me wait any more."
Her fingers tightened about the strong definition of his upper arm, smoothing her thumb over the curve of his bicep as she lifted her head once again, nuzzling close without kissing him, revelling in the heat and intimacy of having him there in her arms.
Johnny frowned down at her, worried and scared. Strange how just one night earlier, he thought nothing of hunting for dragons while the thought of making love to this lovely woman scared the hell out of him. "I don't... I'm scared, Liv." He realized he was afraid of the same thing she was - not only of hurting her, but of disappointing her. "I want this to be special."
What the hell was the matter with him? He'd never felt this way before. Was this how you were supposed to feel when you were in love, when you cared about someone else's needs more than your own?"
His frown sent a cool shiver down her spine, fear that he might suddenly have changed his mind about her beginning to set in before he spoke. She arched up to him, curling her arm around his neck, pressing her lips to his with firm, hungry need.
"Johnny, I love you," she told him again, fervent and sincere and urging him to actually believe her this time. "Nothing could make this any more special." Easing back, Liv reached up to draw him over her, the pink flush on her face deepening as she dared smooth her hands down his sides, dipping her fingertips into the waist of his boxers.