His lips met mine in a fury of passion, one painted hand running through my hair, the other resting on my cheek. His thumb ran over my cheekbone, tongue glazing over my lips. My lips parted slightly, allowing him to explore my mouth.

After a little while, his hand snuck down like, caressing my thigh. I pulled back, pushing away from him. "Dyl..."

His crimson eyes met mine, and I glanced away guiltily. "What is it, babe?" I teethed my lip softly, my vision slightly blurry with tears. I swung my head back up to look at him, his gaze softening slightly as he noticed the tears in my eyes. "Scott? What's wrong?"

"I..." I trailed off, shutting my eyes. I felt his thumbs wipe away the tears that were streaming down my cheeks, and I sobbed softly. "I don't w-" I felt my throat tighten, cutting me off.

"You don't wanna do this?" I nodded faintly. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his chest. His fingers ran through my hair soothingly as he gently rocked side to side.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed into his shirt collar.

"You don't have to be sorry, babe. I'll wait till you're ready." I shook my head, nose buried in the soft fabric of his shirt.

"I... I don't wanna be a tease..."

"What do you mean, babe?" I sobbed again.

"I- I..." I couldn't tell him. I didn't want to disappoint him.

"Were you... raped?" He asked, obviously out of his depth. I shook my head, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm... Ace..." Oh, God.

"That's alright, babe," he said, nuzzling my hair. I glanced at him quizzically. "What? Don't tell me you thought I was gonna break up with you?" I nodded ashamedly. He smiled, pulling me close again. "Never on my life will I break up with you. We'll have our rough patches, but I won't break up with you." I smiled, hugging him tightly. He pressed a kiss into my temple. "I don't care that you're not interested in sex. As long as we have a healthy relationship, then I'm happy."