***Smut warning***

Emilia's POV

Ever since the day after Julia and I came home from visiting her parents with the guys, we've been snowed in our apartment for a couple of days due to a major blizzard and as much as I love being home and staying in my pajamas all day, some contact with the outside world would be nice—actually, some contact with a certain person sounds more accurate. The roads are all slick and even though Ashton's house isn't that far it's still a death wish to even drive in my opinion. Plus, it would be a devil of a task to even get to the car seeing how there's a good two feet of snow outside.

He and I have been keeping contact through Skype and he even made me keep my laptop on while I slept so that he can watch me sleep when he wakes up before me. I thought it was cute but sadly he couldn't watch me because my laptop died and I forgot to plug it in before I went to bed the other day.

However, in between the times that we Skype, I've been locked up in my thoughts and constantly spilling things out to Julia. I already told her about our little date that we had after we left the party and there's only one thing left that I can no longer keep inside because I literally don't know how to handle the topic.

"Hey Julia, what's an acceptable and appropriate way to tell Ashton that I want to have sex with him?" I ask as I rummage through the Doritos bag in my lap for the last unbroken chip.

Julia begins choking on the water that she is drinking and I have to pat her back until she stops coughing and wait for her to take another sip of the death liquid that made her choke in the first place. "Well don't be as blunt as you were with me just now," she says hoarsely and clears her throat. "Where did this come from anyway?"

I shrug and pour the tiny remaining bits of chips in my mouth. "I've been thinking about it for a few days."

"You're actually okay with the idea of sex even after what happened?"

"Sex is a part of human nature; reproduction and all that stuff."

"Not to mention fun," she says, giving me a wink.

I groan and walk over to the kitchen to throw away the empty Doritos bag before taking my previous position lying down on the couch. "Sure, whatever. Anyways, I'm not like one hundred percent okay with it because it's still a little scary to think about, but I can't just let that stop me doing it. If it's going to be with anyone, I'd like it to be with Ash."

"I kind of thought that you would be the person who would wait until marriage to have sex."

"Do I seem like that much of a prude?"

"Prude is a bit harsh...maybe pure would be more appropriate of a word."

Just because I don't have a lot of experience when it comes to relationships doesn't mean that I don't think about un-pure things once in a while. I am human after all. "Waiting wasn't really a plan of mine," I say. "I figured that if I'm ready then I would do it."

"And are you sure you're ready?"

Ashton is the single person who I trust with everything, even more so than Julia which is odd seeing that I've known her longer. I don't have to hide with him. If I want to be anti-social, he's okay with that. If I want to eat everything in the house, he's also okay with that. He helped me get over my fear of being intimate and I can even let him see me almost completely naked. Ridding one more piece of clothing won't bother me at all and quite frankly, I want it.

With full confidence, I answer, "I am."

Julia spends the next hour telling me what I need to know about sex and that it may or may not hurt, however, she doesn't know that my mom told me all of this when I was thirteen and I don't really need a repeat of someone demonstrating how to put on a condom with a banana. I let her go on anyway because she seems so happy to be giving me advice with my relationship. She's been giving me advice ever since I became friends with Ash. Who am I to tell her to stop when in reality, I actually need the advice from time-to-time.

I do block her out when she talks about her and Calum though because that's a bit too personal for me and I still don't want to know what my best friend is doing in the bedroom.

After my intro to sex lecture, Calum calls Julia and begins whining that he can't see her so I take that as my cue to leave the living room and call Ashton on Skype before I go to bed. The annoying bubbly sound of the call tone doesn't last long since he answers quickly and teases me by being shirtless which makes it hard to look at his face which is barely even visible until he adjusts the screen.

"How bad is the snow over there?" he asks and adjusts the glasses sitting on his nose.

"The last time I looked out the window, I could see the top of the tires to Julia's car so I think it's starting to melt," I say. Yesterday, I couldn't see the tires at all. Denver snow is the worst sometimes.

"Well hopefully it lets up soon," he says. "I still need to go Christmas shopping for you."

"Same here. I'm supposed to go with Luke sometime soon."

His eyebrows furrow together. "With Luke?"

"Yeah, he asked me to go with him at the frat party so that he could help me find gifts for everyone."

"Oh, okay," he mumbles.

"Are you alright?"

He moves his laptop to the edge of the bed and lies on his stomach and rests his chin on his crossed arms. "Yeah," he says, slightly annoyed.

"Do you not want me to go with Luke?"

"Would you be mad if the answer wasn't no?"

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, pushing it back out of my face. "Why don't you want me to hang out with him?" From what I've seen, he's never had a problem whenever I'm with Luke. I don't know why he would have a problem now.

"He always seems too friendly with you," he says vaguely.

"Are you seriously jealous of him?" I ask. "He's one of your best friends as well as one of mine. He wouldn't do anything, you know that." Luke is the last person who I would suspect Ashton to be jealous of. He's a great friend and always looks out for me. What's there to be jealous of?

"I'm not jealous, just...concerned with what my friend's intentions with my girlfriend are."

"There are no intentions," I assure.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. "That you know of."

"Ash, really? Are you really getting mad about this?" He doesn't respond and I purse my lips. "I'm going shopping with Luke whether you like it or not."

This is ridiculous. He's normally really good about not being jealous. Actually, was there ever a time when he was jealous? In all the times that I've hung out with Luke, there have been no incidents of him being "too friendly."

"I'm sorry," he says weakly after a few seconds of silence.

I place my laptop on the pillow next to me and lay on my side after turning off the light and letting the screen be the only source of brightness in my room.

"I get it," I say. "I get that you're untrusting of other guys around me even if those guys are your friends whom you've known for years." A certain ex-fiancée is the reason for that and I really can't blame him for being like this, but I can't let that justify getting jealous. "Ash, do you want to know who I love?" He stares blankly at me through the screen. "I love Luke," I start, "and Michael, and Calum, and Julia, but I love you far more than all of them combined. Remember that."

His lips curve up and he apologizes again. "I can never forget it." Hearing his voice through the speaker isn't as satisfying as hearing it in person, but I deal with it.

"Good," I say with a smile and close my eyes. He takes the hint that I want to sleep and begins humming a mellow tune that I remember vividly from the end of our first date. "What's that song?" I mumble with my eyes closed.

"It's something my dad used to sing to me when I was a kid before he became a cheating, lying bastard."

"As much as I don't like your dad, he has a talent when it comes to creating beautiful melodies."

"I guess," he says hesitantly, as if he is holding himself back from actually complimenting his dad.

Even with Nolan being a dick and all, I guess there is something even Ashton likes about him, but I know he'll never admit it. To him, his dad is the devil and must be avoided and never spoken of or else you'll be doused in holy water and accused of being possessed by him and potentially exorcised.

"Can you keep on humming it?" I ask. "It's really soothing."

"Of course," he says and continues humming like before—the soft, low sound slowing putting me to sleep.

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It takes another day for the snow to clear up but when it does, the first thing Julia and I do is go grocery shopping since I cleared out the pantry and refrigerator while we were snowed in. We spend almost two hours in the grocery store since everyone in town had the same idea to stock up on food and other necessities in case we have another random snow storm.

After getting enough food that should last us the month, we put it all away and I stay home while Julia goes over to visit Calum. Ashton told me earlier this morning that he wanted to come over to my place since he's tired of being around the guys and needs a break from them since they're annoying the hell out of him.

When he walks through the threshold of the apartment, he carries my usual tea from Starbucks in his hand and I can only shower him with thanks for bringing me something to help warm me up in this frigid weather since our heater isn't doing a good job, but with him here as well, he will warm up this place in no time.

Like I promised him, we lie together on my bed and watch Star Wars on Netflix and he gets upset when I start schooling him with knowledge of the Jedi knights because he doesn't know as much as me and so as revenge, he tickles me until I begin gasping for air.

"It's not my fault you don't know the Jedi code or any Star Wars trivia for that matter," I say once I calm down from laughing.

Ashton hovers above me, pinning my hands above my head with one hand while the other rests on my waist. "Well it's a good thing that I know someone who can teach me all that I don't know," he says with a large smirk playing across his lips.

"What makes you think I'm going to teach you anything?" I tease and my breath hitches and his hand moves farther up my side.

"I know a way or two to make you," he whispers by my ear before nibbling on my earlobe, causing me to squirm around under him.

As he begins leaving a trail of kisses along my neck and then moves down to my shoulder, biting down where my scar is, my entire body ignites. I've missed his touch. It's only been a few days but I guess when you're in love with someone, that feeling of missing turns more into longing and I've longed to feel his lips against mine again.

He releases my hands from his grasp and caresses my cheek as he slips his tongue between my lips. My hands go straight for his hair and tug lightly, knowing full well that he'll elicit those throaty moans that I love. With each pull, he lowers his hips onto mine, grinding slowly and sending chills down my body. My hands trail down to the hem of his shirt and when I begin tugging up on it, he takes it upon himself to pull it over his head and toss it aside.

I can't stop my eyes from examining each and every muscle that lines his torso and he knows I'm checking him out—it's obvious from the cocky smirk that's plastered on his face. He lifts my shirt over my head and when his eyes lock on the lacey emerald green bra that Julia bought for me, his eyes widen and I can feel him harden against me as his mouth parts and I give him the same smirk he gave me just seconds ago.

"You forgot to do laundry again, didn't you?" he says and I laugh at how spot on he is. "At least today will be the day that I get to finally see you wear this," he says as his finger slips underneath the strap. He attaches his lips back to mine and gently massages my breast with one hand while the other keeps himself steady above me. His hips grind into mine again and I arch my back from the pleasure, and he takes the opportunity to reach under and unclasp my bra and slowly slides the fabric off, discarding it with the rest of our clothes.

I pull him back down to me and let my hands roam from his chest to his back, and not a single muscle or curve goes untouched. Ashton's hand moves down to my jeans and he unbuttons them and then looks to be for permission before removing them and revealing my not-so-sexy plain black underwear with a lace waistband.

"God, you're so beautiful," he says breathlessly as his fingers slide up my sides, feeling every inch of my skin.

The way he looks at me right now, his eyes bearing down at me like how every girl wants to be looked at—like they're they only one who matters in the world to them, it's more than enough proof that he loves me. I don't know what it is about those hazel eyes of his, but they reveal so much more to me than words ever will.

I'm half-naked under him and there's no lust in his eyes. Although, that might change in a second. "Have sex with me," I say and just like I predicted, his eyes change not into lust but rather confusion.

"What?" he asks and sits up.

"That was too blunt wasn't it?" I really should have taken Julia's advice and not have been so blunt, but how else am I supposed to say it? 'Make love to me?' No. That sounds like I was put inside a terrible romance movie that only middle-aged women watch. Not to mention, I don't think anyone actually says that these days.

"Not gonna lie, it was," he says and chuckles. "I'm probably an idiot for asking this because you just said that you want me to have sex with you and I should jump at the opportunity, but why?"

I sit up straight and grab one of my pillows to cover my exposed chest. "I love you, I trust you, and I want this. Isn't that enough reason?"

"Technically yes, but we've never really talked about this." He runs his hand through his hair and then slides it down his face.

"What's there to talk about?"

"I don't know. Maybe something along the lines of: are you seriously comfortable with this? That kind of plays a big factor."

"I am, Ash," I assure. I feel like I'm talking to Julia all over again.

"But-"

"Ashton, stop." I cut him off. "I. Want. This. Please."

He nods and leans back over me until I am pressed against the mattress. As his lips work against mine, I work on removing his jeans, but with as tight as they are, I barely get them past his hips.

"Need some help there?" He teases and slides off his jeans with ease, leaving him in his black Calvin Klein's—the prominent bulge down there severely obvious.

He kisses down the valley of my breasts to just above the waistband of my underwear before moving to my neck, sucking, biting, and marking me. He dips his fingers underneath the thin fabric and begins rubbing slow circles over my sensitive area—a blissful sensation that I've never experienced before, but now I understand what the hype is about.

It feels amazing and I might cry if he pulls away.

Small gasps escape my mouth as his pace increases and he inserts one finger inside me. The pressure is slightly uncomfortable, but when he begins thrusting slowly, everything is replaced with pleasure. A stream of swear words slip off my tongue and I can even hear Ashton swearing under his breath as he watches me writhe beneath him. He plunges a second finger in, stretching my walls and making a mess out of me. My lower stomach tightens and my breathing become ragged as the buildup of pleasure is finally released.

"You okay?" Ashton asks as he brushes my hair out of my face.

I take slow and deep breaths to try and lower my heart rate. "Yeah," I breathe, still lightheaded from my first orgasm.

"Just tell me when you're ready, okay?"

I wait a few more seconds before I nod and Ashton removes his boxers, his erection springing free and slapping against his stomach. My eyes widen at his size and the only thought flowing through my mind is how the hell that's going to fit. I know the anatomy of the human body as well as what happens to the female body during sex, but it's still nerve wracking to think that it's somehow going to fit.

He slides my underwear down my legs and tosses them with the rest of our clothes scattered around my room. "You haven't skipped any days with your birth control, right?" he asks as he lines himself up at my entrance.

"Nope. I'm taking that stuff religiously now," I joke, but am also ninety-eight percent serious.

He smiles and kisses my lips softly; the touch sending tingles down to my toes. "It might hurt so just tell me when to stop." I nod and he slowly pushes in and pain shoots up to my stomach and I just want to push him away so badly just to make it stop. He lets me adjust before pushing in more and he groans as he enters completely. "Just let me know when I can move."

Once the pain begins to subside, I give him the okay and he begins thrusting at a slow pace. It doesn't take long for the uncomfortable pain to be replaced with pure pleasure and moans escape both our lips as he increases his pace.

"Fuck, Emilia," he groans and buries his head in my neck and I can't help myself from getting even more turned on just from the sound of his low voice.

My fingers trail down his back, leaving red streaks that most likely won't fade until tomorrow as I feel the indescribable sensation fill my stomach once again and my legs begin to quiver. Ashton whispers that he loves me as a wave of euphoria washes over me, leaving my body to shake and my eyes to shut tightly. He stills above me and strangled moans escape his red, swollen lips before he tumbles next to me.

I was right. If I was going to do this with anyone, I'm glad that it was Ashton. As I look to him panting next to me, a light sheen of sweat coating his forehead, I can only smile. I didn't think it would be this easy to make such a decision to give up my virginity to someone, but with him, it was a no brainer. He truly is something else and I can't imagine being with anyone except him.

"Don't bother getting me anything for Christmas," Ashton says, pulling my blanket over the both of us and covering our naked bodies. "I don't think there's a present that can top that."

I laugh and snuggle up close to him, letting my head rest against his chest and listening to his slowly steadying heartbeat. "What happened to wanting those socks?"

"I do still need them..."

"So I guess socks can top sex."

"Apparently so," he jokes and wraps his arm around me and kisses my head.

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A/N:

This is much shorter than what I've been writing recently, but I wanted to post it. Also, this was my first time writing smut. Yeah...