The night was chilly and the bamboo was cold beneath Gwen's back, yet she was sweating in her sleep. Perspiration gathered at her hair line, making her hair stick to her skin and her chest glistened in the dim light of the fire still barely flickering on the table. The leaved blanket was kicked towards the end of the makeshift bed as Gwen slept on her back. Her breaths were coming out a little quicker and her eyebrows drew together as she dreamt of the one boy she could not stop thinking about. Not even in her unconscious state.

They were back in the lake in her dream, and he had her pressed into the rocketed wall again. His hands were touching her chest but this time, she was bare. His fingers caressed her erect nipples and she gasped against his lips, pulling back to look at him with wide eyes. His pupils were dilated as his large palm swept down her waist tauntingly, fingers brushing her hip. She shivered against him, her eyes fluttering closed briefly before they flew open again when she felt his hand tease her where she was aching between her legs. Gwen looked down, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly when she saw she was completely naked. He still had his trousers on but Gwen couldn't find it in herself to care. Not when he was shirtless and wet, hair drenched and droplets sliding down his face. Especially not when his fingers were carefully caressing her slit. She moaned, body pushing up into him as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and breathed hard against his soft lips.

"Harry." She whimpered, standing on her toes as she tilted her head back. Harry bent his head and pressed a hot kiss to her neck.

"Gwen." He muttered her name lowly and then she felt his fingers slipping towards her entrance. She waited in anticipation, and just when she felt his fingertips pushing into her, Gwen suddenly woke up.

She blinked several times, her breathing ragged as she stared up at the ceiling of her hut in confusion. Sitting up and holding her weight on her elbows, she looked around the room until it sunk it that it were only a dream. She groaned angrily, throwing her head back on the bamboo in exasperation. Feeling the throbbing between her legs she immediately tried to fall back to sleep so she could continue her dream. She absolutely hated when she was having a pleasant dream and her body woke her up the moment it was starting to get good. It had happened to her more times than she could count and she was sick of it. Her body was all whined up after that short one and she needed a relief. She's needed one since Harry had left her aching earlier back in the lake.

Her eyes opened slowly as she remembered how Harry had left her at the lake. She wasn't angry at him for it, she understood considering how it seemed Peter wasn't fond of her and apparently Harry knew it too. After she had gotten out of the lake and pulled her gown back on, she snuck her way back to camp. She managed to get by them without them realizing she hadn't been back there to begin with like Harry had told Peter. But by the way Peter kept watching her closely during supper, she suspected that Peter didn't actually believe a word Harry had said. Despite the fact Harry had made it a point to stay away from Gwen the rest of the night. There were a few smiles shared between them when no one was looking, but Harry sat on the other side of the fire during supper instead of sitting right beside her like he would have liked. He was just as whined up as she was and he needed to put some distance between their bodies so he could calm down. Though the few feet didn't really seem to help either, considering Harry kept watching her through the flames of the fire between them. She was oblivious to his staring or the way Harry kept thinking how utterly stunning she looked. With the light from the fire illuminating her face and the way she was leant back on her hands, collarbone jutting out and chest easily outlined by the fabric of her gown. He had still been hard in his overalls and he was sure it wouldn't be going away until he found some relief. He promised himself he'd find it when he was alone in his hut.

Gwen pressed her thighs together to try and relieve some of the ache, but it did very little. She pressed her lips together and turned her head against the bamboo she was laying on, eyes drifting towards the door of her hut. She bit her lip, wondering what Harry was doing. Probably sleeping, she thought. It was the middle of the night and she doubted he'd be awake still. The camp was quiet, except for the sound of the leaves from the forest moving from the light breeze surrounding the camp. There was no sign of anyone being awake so she figured Harry was most likely asleep as well.

But what if he was lying awake, thinking of you too? She asked herself, and she sat back up. Holding herself up on her hands, she stared at the door as she contemplated on whether to go see him or not. She didn't even know what she would do if she found him awake but she just wanted to see him. She felt something in her pulling her towards him and as much as she tried to reason why she should just stay in bed and go to sleep, her body wasn't going to have it.

So after another long moment of thought, she stood up from the bed until her feet hit the wooded floor. Her gown fell back down over her thighs and she reached up to comb her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it. Moving as quietly as she could, she carefully unlatched her door and pulled it open cautiously. It creaked a little and she winced, pausing to make sure no one came out of the huts surrounding hers. When nothing changed she pulled it open the rest of the way and stepped out, shutting it behind her quietly.

She took quick quiet steps across camp and towards the direction she memorized Harry's hut being in. The whole time she found herself continuously looking around her, half expecting someone to jump out at her. Luckily, no one did and she found herself standing in front of his door in no time. She hesitated once she got there though, hand half raised as she wondered whether she should knock or just walk in. Knocking might alert the other lost boys and she didn't want to risk that happening, so after another second of hesitation, she pushed the door open as quietly as she could.

Once there was a big enough gap, she slipped inside and closed the door behind her. There was a soft tap when the door hit the wall and she heard rustling on the other side of the room. Eyebrows raised up, she looked towards his bed just as she saw him roll on his side and sit up. It was dark and she could only see the outline of his body so she knew he was leaning on his elbows, but as her eyes adjusted to the darkness she could see his hair sticking up in all directions. And his green eyes were squinted and blinking rapidly.

"Gwen? Is that you?" She heard him softly ask her.

She nodded, but then stopped when she realized he probably couldn't see her. Crossing her arms over her chest, she stepped forward. "Yes, it's me."

There was more rustling, and then she saw a flicker of fire lighting the room dimly as Harry lit the lantern near his bed. He sat back in his makeshift bed once it was lit, the leaved blanket falling to his hips. Gwen's breath hitched at the back of her throat when she saw he was only in his undergarments. Those white, thin, practically see through shorts. "What are you doing here? Are you alright?"

Gwen opened her mouth to respond, but she didn't really know what to say. What was she doing here? She came on a whim and she supposed she just wanted to be near him. "I'm alright. I-I...just wanted to see you I suppose."

Harry's eyes adjusted to the light and he stared at her. Her hair in a tangled mess that he somehow found arousing, spilled over her shoulders and swaying at her waist. Her hazel eyes were bright and widened nervously, pink lips plump and arms crossed tightly over her chest. "You wanted to see me?" He found himself asking her, a small smile curving his lips.

"Yes."  She responded, shifting from one foot to the other. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"I wasn't asleep." He told her, voice lowered. It was the truth, he wasn't. In fact, he had been just about ready to touch himself to the thought of her and get that relief he had been craving the moment they departed at the lake. "Were you having trouble sleeping?"

"Something like that." She told him. The look on her face told him there was more to what she was saying but he didn't bother dwelling on it. Instead, he pulled the leaved blanket back slightly and scooted over. He patted the bed beside him.

"Come lay with me then." He told her and the moment the words left his mouth, he wondered if maybe he should have offered her his bed while he laid on the floor. He wanted to respect her and be a gentleman, even though the thoughts he had been having about her lately were by far gentlemanly.

Gwen shut his second guessing down when she walked towards him with no hesitancy. Lifting a leg, she kneeled on the bed and crawled into the spot beside Harry. She lied on her back, scooting a little closer to him but leaving enough room between their bodies in case Harry didn't want her so close. Harry moved to rest his head in the palm of his hand as he laid on his side, staring down at her with his lip between his teeth. He shuffled closer until the front of his body was pressing into her side, her body heat immediately warming his skin. Gwen looked up at him, hazel eyes finding his green ones and Harry reached down with his free hand to trace the shape of her lips.

"Why did you really come here?" He asked her after a few minutes of silence. Gwen looked away shyly and it was all Harry needed to see in order know that she was lying when she looked back at him innocently.

"I told you, I wanted to see you."

"You're fibbing." He told her, a smirk pulling at his lips when she flushed bright red. He chuckled quietly, looking down at her confusedly. "Why are you blushing? What is it?"

"You'll laugh." She told him, pressing her palms to her cheeks in an attempt to cool them down. Harry clutched her wrists and pulled them away from her face, smiling down at her and flashing his dimples.

"I won't. Tell me."

"No, it's horrifying." She whined, thinking of her dream. "It was just a dream I had."

"About what?"

Gwen hesitated, opening her mouth and closing it. Harry cocked his eyebrow at her, tilting his head and going back to tracing her lips. Just the mere tip of his finger made it feel like electricity was running through her veins. She breathed out through her nose, and with a bit more confidence looked up at him. "About you."

His hand stilled, mouth parting just slightly and his eyes sparked with interest. "What about me?"

"You had me pressed to the rock again," she told him quietly, like she was sharing a secret just for his ears only. "You were touching me...down there." She said the last part so quietly but Harry still heard it. He breathed in through his nose deeply, green eyes flickering over her face and briefly to the way her chest seemed to be rising a little quicker.

"Did you like it?" He asked, finger tracing her lips moving to the curve of her jaw. "The dream?"

"Yes."

"Is that why you came here?" He asked her bluntly, leaning down closer to her until his mouth hovered over hers. "Did the dream make you excited? Were you looking for me to relieve you?"

She blushed deeply, humiliated that yes, deep down that was the real reason why she showed up to his hut in the middle of the night. And she was beyond embarrassed that Harry had caught her. She turned her head away from him but Harry's hand cupped her cheek and stopped her. Gently, he forced her face back to look up at him and brushed his thumb over her lips. "Gwen," he whispered and she felt a shudder run down her back at the rasp of his voice. "Is that why you came to see me?"

She breathed in through her nose and it came out shakily from her mouth. "Yes."

Harry pressed his forehead to hers and she could feel his breath fanning her lips. His gaze was solely focused on them, but then he turned his head and placed a soft kiss to her cheek. Gwen's eyes fluttered as he trailed them towards the corner of her mouth, his hand still cupping her other cheek moving to hold the side of her neck. Her heart was racing when his lips lingered on the corner of her mouth, before he finally connected their lips in a gentle kiss.

Gwen noticed that every time Harry kissed her, it seemed to be better then the last time. And it was, she could feel his confidence growing the longer his lips moved in sync with hers. He was taking control as he slowly slipped his tongue into her mouth and Gwen was happily allowing it. His mouth was so soft and quickly, the both of them were becoming needy. Breathing hard against each other, Harry's lips devoured Gwen's until she had to pull back for a breath of air. Harry moved until he was lying between her legs, holding himself up on his hands to keep his weight off of her. He bent his head to kiss her neck while she took a deep breath and Gwen tilted it back, allowing him more access. Immediately, he placed a wet hot kiss to her collarbone and Gwen groaned. Harry twitched in his trousers at the sound of it as one hand moved to trail down the shape of her waist. He stopped once he reached her hip, grasping it in his hand and digging his fingers into her.

Gwen's fingers threaded through Harry's hair, knotting the strands into her hand as she urged him to keep kissing her skin. He opened his mouth and licked her collarbone, sucking on it afterwards that made Gwen gasp. She felt herself pooling between her legs and she was panting loudly now, the sound bouncing off the walls of the hut. She hoped that the lost boys couldn't hear her but she was too engrossed with his mouth to really care at the moment.

When Harry turned to suck on a specific spot on Gwen's neck, she felt a strong wave of pleasure spread through her body and she lifted her hips off the bed. Unknowingly, she grounded her core against Harry's growing bulge and gasped when it added to the pleasure she already felt. Harry's lips released her neck and he groaned against it instead, body tensing above her.

"Harry," she whimpered and lifted her hips off the bed again. She nudged her core against his bulge and his mouth fell open into the crook of her neck. "Move your hips."

Not having any experience in this department, Harry unsurely moved his hips forward until he was pressing into Gwen's center. She bit her lip as he pulled back and did it again, his hands moving to hold both sides of her hips. His fingers curled into the fabric of her gown and hesitantly, he pushed the gown higher up her body until it bunched at her waist. He briefly looked down to see one single layer- her knickers, covering her bottom half and the sight made him incredibly harder.

Moving his hips back, he pushed forward again and groaned into Gwen's neck in pleasure. Now with her gown out of the way, he could feel her so much more better now. He could feel the heat and the wetness happening between her legs against the fabric of his own undergarments and it was driving him insane. So much so, that when he thrusted against her again it was with more rhythm. Rolling his body over hers until he found the right angle where they were both being pleasured properly.

"Harry." Gwen moaned as Harry grounded down onto her, her legs curling on either side of his hips. Her fingers knotted his curls and she pulled slightly as the knot in her stomach tightened. Harry moaned, pressing his bulge harder against her core in response to her tugging. She gasped, arching her back up into him. "Oh my-,"

"Gwen." Harry groaned, hips moving faster as his pants grew louder. Gwen's heartbeat was racing and short breaths left her mouth the more Harry moved. "I-I can't. I'm going to-,"

Gwen moved her hips along with Harry's, understanding what he was going to say as she wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him in. She bucked her hips against him, panting loud and hard before she felt the knot in her stomach come undone. She moaned quietly, raising her back off the bed just as Harry cursed, tensed, then grunted against her neck. He kept moving his hips slowly against her as they both came down from their highs, only stopping when their pants had lowered in volume.

Gwen could feel Harry's breath fanning her neck, and after a long moment of silence, he lifted his head. His eyes locked with hers and his hand on her hip moved to cup her cheek again, a small smile growing on his lips. "That was the best thing I've ever felt."

She giggled. "You've never had an orgasm like that before?"

He blushed, surprisingly, and Gwen thought it was unbelievably cute. "Not like that, no."

She bit her lip. "Me too."

He arched his eyebrow, pursing his lips. "And who else have you had one with?"

"Just me."

Harry's eyes widened and Gwen pressed her lips together in amusement before Harry groaned. He rolled off of her, falling on his back beside her. "Don't tell me that. I'll get excited again."

Gwen laughed. "Next time then."

Harry's mouth twitched into a smile at the fact there could actually be a next time. He was happy there would be because now that he knew what it was like to find pleasure with someone else, there was no way he'd be able to just jerk himself off. It would never be enough now, not when he knows what Gwen wet beneath him felt like. Not when just the sight of Gwen's face twisting in pleasure brought him his own. He felt a connection with her, not just a physical one but there was something more there. It made the whole experience that much more satisfying.

Harry turned his head to look at Gwen to see her eyes closed, soft breaths leaving her mouth. He knew he had to clean himself up, so he carefully stood from the bed and made sure not to wake her up. Her gown was still bunched up and he could see the wet spot in her knickers. He bit his lip, silently telling himself to remind her that they both needed to go wash their clothes in the lake tomorrow. He reached for her gown and pulled it back down her legs then leant down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Her eyes stayed closed and her lashes left a shadow over her cheekbones, lips slightly parted as soft breaths left her mouth. Harry thought she looked so beautiful, he could happily stare at her for the rest of his life.

Just because he could and because he wanted to, he kissed her forehead once more and let his lips linger against her skin. "Sleep well, Princess."

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First smut scene ✔️ don't you guys make fun of virgin Harry for climaxing so fast. He's a newbie IT HAPPENS.

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