A warm arm wrapped around her then. She froze, at first a bit in shock and then a bit angry. Nope, back to shock again. Slowly the night before came back to her and sent shivers from the top of her head all the way down to the tips of her toes. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to form words and say something. What was wrong with her? Maybe she should hit him. No that wouldn’t do any good. Lack of clothes suddenly became very obvious to her. Oh god, oh god.
“Mmm Gabby” Paul murmured and pulled her closer, she pulled a face and bit her lip. Idiot. She was an idiot. Why did she let him kiss her? Why did she kiss him back? Why did she like it so much!?!
It wasn’t the fact that she was no longer a virgin. That was a more of a relief, it had been less traumatizing then she had expected. Nicer even. Oh god.
Why was she going all spastic about this then. No, calm down. It was because it was *Paul*. Of all people, Paul. The only thing worse then Paul would have been maybe John, or worse still Stuart. Because she was friends with their girlfriends. So maybe the fact that it was Paul wasn’t the problem.
Yes it was.
“Gabby?” he whispered “You awake, luv?”
She turned her head to the side and he was far to close to her face again. He smiled at her and moved to kiss her but she scrambled out of the way before he could, and sat up, pulling the bed sheet around her.
“Hang on” she sighed
Paul looked confused “What’s wrong?” he asked, stupid big puppy eyes that made you melt and went all sad-like. So daft. God, both of them were.
“What’s wrong?” she repeated and grabbed her pillow from behind her “You deflowered me!” then saying that she whacked him around the side of the head with the pillow.
Paul recovered from that and looked at her for a few minuets. She watched the emotions chase across his face, and she couldn’t recognize a few of them “So?” he said after a while.
“So!” she hit him with the pillow again. “Paul you daft git, what d’you mean so?”
He laughed this time at her reaction “I mean, sorry… were you saving it for marriage or something”
“No…” she paused
“Then what’s the problem?”
She looked at him for a long while hoping maybe he would figure it out with out her having to say it. It took a bit , but then his eyes went wide and a small “oh” escaped his lips. “George?” he asked softly
She nodded and groaned. Paul did too, and put his hands to his face.
“That’s right” he said “He told me not to touch you”
“He told you what?” she exclaimed, more then surprised that George would ever say something like that
Paul fell back onto the pillows and put his hands over his eyes “I was well, we were talking about you, a bit ago. And I said something about pulling you and he said… well, don’t do it basically.” he looked up at her “You know, you guys are way to complicated”
She nodded and Paul continued moaning about how George was going to kill him for shagging his best friend. Gabrielle kept her mouth shut and let her eyes dart around the room for her clothes. Her knickers were on the edge of the bed so letting Paul continue on wit his moaning she reached over and grabbed them and slid them on under the covers.
“Hey Gabby?” Paul asked, he was leaning on his palm and giving her a quizzical look “Anyway I can convince you not to tell George?”
She paused and then nodded “Yeah… I, I don’t think I’ll tell him”
“Because I know you guys tell each other everything”
“Paul” she sighed “Don’t worry, I’m not in any rush to let him now I shagged you either”
He nodded “It was fun though, wasn’t it?”
“Shagging?”
“Yeah”
She giggled “Yeah, it was fun”
Paul grinned triumphantly “I knew it” he said
“Knew what?
“Knew that it would be great”
Gabrielle inhaled sharply “Paul” she said
“Yes”
“That would mean that you would have thought about it”
Paul shrugged “Luv, *everyone* has thought about it”
“I bet Pete hasn’t”
“I bet he has”
“No, he dislikes me with a passion. Because I’m a girl” she made a face an then turned her head towards the pillow to look at Paul. She blocked out any thought that would make her want to touch him in any way.
“Luv, Just because you dislike someone doesn’t mean you wouldn’t shag them” Paul said, smugly
She groaned “What is wrong with you blokes? I mean, sex isn’t that big of a deal, but still you should at least like the person. It’s not like your getting married but you should still you know… like them”
“D’you like me?”
“Yeah” she shrugged and then hit him round the head to see he was laughing quietly at her “Shut up, Macca”
Paul chuckled “We should do this more often, you know”
“Yeah, or how about not”
He was quiet for a minute, thoughtful, maybe even a bit pensive. He looked back over at her seconds late and was chewing on his lip nervously “Did, I …you know… hurt you?” he asked almost shyly
“Hurt me?” she repeated, bewildered “Er… I think I sort of played a part in this too it isn’t…”
“No” he cut her off “I mean did I *hurt* you”
She blinked, and stared into those gorgeous eyes. Her mind went all jolloid. Great. “Um… I don’t get it” she said slowly
Paul looked anxious “You know” he spun his hand around “You know, your first time…. You know”
“Oh!” she exclaimed loudly, she nodded and said “oh” again a bit softer , and then louder again as she understood “Oh!”
“You know?”
“yeah” she nodded “But….” pregnant pause as she tried to remember. No, if she knew anything about sex at all, that would have hurt. But she still couldn’t recollect that moment. The memories were just a bit nice “I don’t remember being hurt”
“Well that doesn’t make sense” Paul laughed “Because I’ve done it before and there’s generally some lip biting and like, you know, non-comfortableness”
“Oh”
“Yeah”
“Ok, well I just sort of remember it was nice”
“It was nice?” a little grin appeared on his face “Just nice?”
“Paul,” she snapped her fingers in his face “Stop thinking about your sexual powress and come back to the real world for a bit.”
“Sorry…” he started looking around then
Gabrielle ignored him “Maybe… maybe we did it more then once”she said finally
Paul’s head jerked back up, no smug grin just a delighted smile this time “*More* then once?”
“Yes” she said dryly “Like, twice, you know, that comes next”
He dismissed her sarcasm “Like, maybe it, you know, there was the painful one, and then we did it again and it was nice”
“Yeah”
Paul nodded “That makes sense” he started looking around again
Gabrielle inhaled shortly, ok, time to ask a daft and very embarrassing question. He looked back at her as if he wanted to say something and then thought better. “Er…” she said “What if it was more then twice?”
Paul’s eyes went bigger “More then twice?” he repeated “As in three times?”
“Mmm hmmm”
“Well” he paused “What on earth would make you say that?” he giggled a bit and cocked hi head to the side, looking at her intently
“Oh… I sort of remember…erm… you know?”
“Do I?”
Gabrielle made an aggravated sound, enough of this stupid morning after shit. “Yeah” she teased him “Or maybe you’ve never had a bird orgasm for you before so you don’t…”
“Hey, yes I have!” he said defensively “I bet I made you!”
“I bet I was faking it!”
“You were too pissed to fake it”
They started giggling madly then.
“This is insane” Paul muttered turning his face into his pillow and sighing. Gabrielle watched him, and appreciated the view.
“I think there were three”
“Three what?” he looked back up at her
“Three, you knows” oh here we go again
“Three like, three of *those*” he said eyebrows raised, a smile was broadly widening across his face.
“Yeah” she nodded
Paul looked like he wanted to jump up and run around the room in a show of his manliness and great sexual powress. Probably including some very Braveheart-esque ((AN: Yeah I knew the movie hadn’t come out yet but just picture Paul… in a kilt…. Running round screaming like an idiot doing that ’you can never take me freedom’ line)) chants and shouts as he had relatives in Scotland and those Scots tend to be quite mad. Especially when they’ve found out that they’ve made a bird have three of those.
Instead he just nodded mildly and reached over to pat her on the head. “Good girl” he said
She chose not to hit him or make a further remark “That doesn’t mean I remember, that just means that would make sense… for some reason it seems like that”
Paul looked thoughtful again. And then, without warning he leaned over and kissed her softly on the mouth while his other hand quickly ran down the side of her figure to her hips and…
She pulled away almost violently and wriggled over to the other side of the bed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, big stupid three time orgasm inducing eyes all sad that she wasn’t in a snogging mood.
“No, Paul, no… we can’t”
He pouted “How come?”
“Because” she groaned “We *can’t*”
“One more time?”
“No!”
He sighed and nodded, and then another thought crossed his mind “Um…” he said, unsure “You don’t… did we, you know, like condoms?”
Gabrielle wanted to hit herself and then hit Paul, but she would hit him much harder. Oh god. Not good at all. “Oh fucking hell” she groaned “If you fucking got me preggers I will seriously have to just… I will… you’ll die, basically”
Paul pursed his lips and then leaned over the side of the bed to the floor. He picked something up and then rolled back over too her “Look what I found” he said in a sing-song-voice as he held the Trojan wrappers in her face. All three of them.
“Guess you were right about the tree times thing” he grinned