Buck lay down beside her and kept kissing her; his lips tenderly touching hers and once in awhile moving to kiss her cheeks and eyes. He knew but one thing - if he couldn't make love to her tonight he would burst.

His hands moved to either side of her body, holding himself up on his right hand and left elbow. He bent down again and this time pressed his lips against hers with all the passion his body could contain. His tongue danced with hers and he felt she was just as willing as he was. He just knew she would have withdrawn sooner if she wasn't. This moment was perfect. He moved his lips to kiss her neck and jaw line, really sucking on her smooth skin.

"Buck," she murmured and he went cold. In his head the anger boiled. I should have known she wasn't ready for this!

"I'm sorry," he apologized and struggled to rise, but her arms held him in place.

"I've never done this before," she confessed and her big eyes sought his worriedly.

"Me neither," Buck swallowed. "Do you want it to end here?" he asked and tried not to cry. She was the most beautiful creature in the world. If she didn't want him he had no argument.

"No," she said and shook her head. A careful smile went across her face and Buck had to take a moment of complete focusing to really understand what this meant.

"Me neither," he smiled back nervously and his lips found hers again. Cami giggled against his face and carefully replaced her arms along her sides. She closed her eyes and expectantly awaited his next move.

Buck's hands were shaking but still they moved where he wanted them; down her throat to find the first button of her dress. His fingers fumbled with it, but soon enough the first obstacle in his way was cleared. Two buttons. Three buttons. At the fourth button he could feel her smooth satin camisole between his fingers. He had to look down to make sure he didn't pull the wrong material. But his lips eagerly found hers again and with every second that passed his nervousness was overcome with curiosity. He could feel his groin swell in his pants and they were feeling much too small all of a sudden. He wanted to free himself and reach that peak of pleasure at once, but he realized that wasn't very likely to happen yet. He still had a long way to go before that would even be considered.

Cami opened her eyes when she felt him stiffen on top of her, and she could see in his eyes that he was waffling. The uncertainty in him was catchy and she was also having second thoughts. Buck noticed that and tried to take it away with a kiss. He really did want this, but he was so scared he would fail. And maybe they were acting too fast? He told himself no and kissed her again. Her lips melted together with his once more and he cast those second thoughts out of his head before they could take control of his actions; Cami felt him relax again and this time let her arms rise to embrace him. He kissed her harder.

Her dress and petticoats came off slowly, followed by her shoes and stockings. Cami realized she had to help him off with his shirt; he was too preoccupied with her dove-blue camisole. Her fingers rose to unbutton the shirt by the collar, and like Buck had experienced only moments earlier she too was overcome with curiosity as the minutes dragged themselves by. Time seemed to be standing still and all that existed was the two of them; together as one. Buck positioned himself between her spread legs and carefully collected her into his arms. He pulled the camisole over her head and replaced her on the bedroll, still kissing her hungrily as the animalistic passion grew wilder in him. He broke the kiss and looked down on her body. Sure, naked bodies was nothing new to him, but this was not even a body. It was something sacred. And all his. His left hand found her right breast and he caressed it carefully, brushing over the nipple which was instantly hardening. He heard a gasp and looked into her eyes again; they were big and pleading. He couldn't see the bottom of them, they were that deep. He kissed her eyelids and whispered in her ear.

"You're gorgeous."

Cami smiled and lifted one hand to caress his naked chest through the open shirt. His skin was so much darker than her ghostly complexion, and her hand looked like flour against his muscular ribcage. She loved the feeling of his skin against hers and she felt that tingle down her belly; like so many times before when she had fantasized about this moment. Of course then she would never guess it would actually happen. She pulled the shirt over his left shoulder and pulled him down with her other hand; her lips sought his and she felt him wriggle out of his shirt.

"Wait," he whispered and sat up to open his trousers.

Cami stared. She knew what was to come, but her heart skipped at least three beats when she saw it. That... thing! No way, she thought. No way that will fit in me! She felt tears rise to her eyes. Her body felt cold and stiff under his weight when he laid back down and kept caressing her smooth skin.