"Is this okay?" He asked, his voice gentle in her ear while he placed scattered kisses around her jawline. 
Collins swallowed thickly, eyes fluttering shut when JJ's lips tightened around her skin in a sucking motion. How could she even think straight? This couldn't be fair. All she could manage to formulate as a response was a feeble nod, holding his gaze before she moved to raise her arms and surrender to him. 
Except she sort of killed the vibe when she winced at the sharp pain that straining her shoulder elicited. 
She quickly drew her arm back down to her side, grasping her throbbing shoulder. How could such a small and simple movement hurt so bad? JJ frowned in concern, hovering his hands over her as he was caught between being too afraid to touch her and wanting to help her in any way he could. 
"What's wrong, are you hurt?" He attempted to pull back the neck of her shirt to get a better look, but his hands were batted away using Collins's one good arm. 
"You fell on me, doofus." She replied, mock scowling. She was in too much pain to really be mad at him. "I landed on my shoulder. I must've pulled a muscle or something."
"First of all, I wasn't the one who fell on you, Pope was. I was merely just the force that pushed him into you." JJ said defensively, though they both knew that was little consolation. Collins just massaged her shoulder, but it sort of just made it feel even worse. "What can I do to make it better?"
Collins thought about it; the pain was damn near unbearable, but not enough for her to let it ruin this moment. "Pretend like nothing even happened and keep on kissing me." Collins sighed, draping her arms around his neck and trying her best to ignore the protest her body was trying to impose. All she wanted was to savor this moment with the boy she adored, whilst they had the house to themselves. Who knew when another opportunity like this would arise?
JJ's hands drifted back to the hem of her shirt. "I can be gentle." He whispered against her ear while his hands revealed the soft, delicate flesh beneath the fabric. 
His voice and his words made Collins feel like a puppet on a string from how under his control she was. She let him pull her shirt over her head and drop it to the floor before he was quickly snaking his arms around her waist and running his hands up her back. She wore what was between a sports bra and a bralette, nothing sexy or particularly unflattering, but something simple. It was so like her to wear something like that. She never anticipated anyone ever seeing it so why bother wearing something desirable? Only, of course the day that finally happens, she's horribly unprepared. 
"You're so beautiful." He whispered against her lips. His words echoed in Collins's mind while she kissed him, almost drowning out her own self-conscious thoughts. The only way she could get herself to relax was the fact that he's seen her in a bathing suit before. This should've been nothing different. She was only second guessing herself because of the circumstances. Charlie out of the house, the steamy bathroom, wet clothes; it was just the ambience that was making her so nervous. 
More goosebumps rose upon her skin as JJ's wet shirt pressed against her bare stomach. Collins pushed it up and felt the heat of JJ's body underneath it, warming her hands and the rest of her that came into contact with him. JJ took that as his cue to remove the article of clothing, swiftly pulling it off in one brief motion. Collins knew it was rude to stare, but she couldn't help how drawn to his chest that her eyes were. He hadn't even looked at her for as long as she was looking at him.