"A baby. …can I?"
Those words. They ran through the boy's head for what seemed like an hour, but in real time was only a few long, awkward and silent seconds. Tomoya Okazaki sat against the window, baffled by Nagisa Furukawa's wish. He stared at the girl with a rather curious gaze, and then sighed.
"Nagisa…" His voice was but a whisper. "…I'm not sure your body is strong enough to—"
"I'll be okay." Nagisa, who's hunched over with the darkest blush crossing over her cheeks, raised her head to give the boy an embarrassed glance. "I just mentioned the other night, how I need to become stronger for our new home. That and…"
She turned her head down again
"…a-and I want to prove myself to you."
Tomoya was taken aback by this comment. "'Prove yourself'?"
The girl nods. "We're… married, right? I want to be able to show you how much I truly…" She'll trail off. It's quite obvious how she wanted to finish off her sentence with 'love you'; being married to her, Tomoya should have been able to predict that, but with her shy nature she can't bring herself to say it fully. Tomoya will lean forward a bit, absently bending a leg up to rest his elbow onto the knee.
"Nagisa." His head will tilt down to meet her eyes, which blink up to his. "You promised me, a delinquent, that you would be there for me, always. That's more than enough 'proof'. Do you understand?" But the girl shook her head.
"I want to do more for you. I mean… we've been married for a while now and… we haven't even kissed yet."
This caused Tomoya to blink, leaning back a bit. He hadn't realized, but she was right. Looking back at the last month together, also known as the worst – and best – month of the man's life, they had been so consistently busy with Tomoya's job, getting married, Nagisa's graduation… they had no time for any public displays of affection. Tomoya lowered his eyes to the ground, turning his head forward again.
"I… I'm sorry." Tomoya whispered, "If I had known that a mere kiss meant so much to you, then I…" He'll be cut off by the sound of sobbing to the left of him, and his eyes will widen, and his head will snap back over. Poor Nagisa, her urge to cry had gotten to her again, and boy did that make Tomoya feel horrible at this point. "N-Nagisa…" He'll scoot a bit closer.
Her head will shake again. "I'm sorry… I made Tomoya-kun worry… I'm so sorry…" She'll sniffle once or twice more, then look back up to him, forcing out a reassuring smile. "Please, Tomoya-kun. Forget my wish, okay? We don't have to…"
Forget my wish. Tomoya couldn't do that. Not now. How could Tomoya pass up the one wish that Nagisa had made since they met? He would resent the type of husband he was. …the type of father he was about to be.
Tomoya will lean in a bit closer, pulling up his hand from his knee to reach in and gently curl his point-finger and thumb around the curve of Nagisa's chin, holding her head up a bit more. Her face was damp, and a single tear was still rolling down her cheek. Without any warning, he'll push his face in, allowing his lips to softly catch onto hers.
Th-Thump. …Th-Thump.
Tomoya was able to hear his heart pounding, it was so deep. While it would seem like a mere kiss was nothing, to the couple, it was almost everything. Their first kiss, to be exact. The boy was nervous, oh yes, but went with the flow. His eyes were closed, and his hand crawled from the girl's chin to curl around her cheek. Nagisa, her eyes wide, anxiously reached up to grasp onto his arm, as if urging him to remain in that position forever. She hardly returned the kiss, due to nerves, but her eyelids halved slightly, another tear escaping them.
The boy opened his eyes once more with a content gaze; he gently closed off the kiss and pulled back, but just barely. He inhaled Nagisa's breath, and then exhaled warmly against her face. "Let me grant your wish."
Before Nagisa could even answer, his hand started slowly running down Nagisa's cheek, then to her neck, gently covering over her heart; her heart wasn't what Tomoya was after; rather, the top button of her night-blouse. Taking the few seconds to undo it, he glanced back up at the girls face.
Nagisa's eyes were halved, and her face was flushed a beet-red color. Tomoya didn't think she knew how to react to what he was doing, but judging that she isn't repenting, he figured he should continue.
Down and down the blouse his hand went, Tomoya opened up one button after the other. It didn't take long before the girl started shaking. The man paused at the last button, letting his eyes trail back up to hers. Giving a soft, assured smile, he leaned in to brush his lips against the corner of hers, whispering against them, "Don't be afraid. This is what you wished for, right?"
There was a long pause; almost as if Nagisa had completely frozen in time. Regarding his question after a moment, though, she nodded, and leaned in with her arm, grasping onto his hand which was still holding onto the last button on her blouse, urging him to continue. Tomoya's grin widened as he pulled the last button out of its slot. His hand slid back up, his fingers gently crawling underneath the seam of her blouse, letting it brush past her shoulders and completely off. …Nagisa's shirtless, he thought, but he couldn't possibly work up the nerve to look down. Not yet. Instead, he leaned in to give the girl another passionate kiss, pressing forward. Nagisa, out of her frozen state now, pulled her hand away from his to reach up and gently brush her fingertips to his cheek, drifting her eyes shut now.
By this point, the girl was trembling, but confused as to why Tomoya was taking her in so slowly. She figured he'd been wanting this for a while now. She smiled and leaned into weakly nuzzle her face against his. "Tomoya-kun…?" Her whisper halved Tomoya's eyes open. "…are you nervous?"
'Nervous'… and scared. Sure, Nagisa was his first, so it was natural to be nervous; he could bet his life that she was just as nervous, if not more. But his fright of hurting her was dominant; doing this with such a fragile body would be no easy walk. He couldn't tell her that, though. He was supposed to have faith that Nagisa's body would be okay. "Heh… nervous. Right," he absently pressed forward after that, almost forcing himself to continue. He continued pressing until he's pushed Nagisa onto her back on the floor. It occurred to him, once again, Nagisa's shirtless.
He took the quick opportunity to gently climb atop of Nagisa, his knees propped on either side of the girls hips. He used one hand to keep himself propped above her, and the other will lightly trail along her cheek bone, down to her neck, and then finally he'd gently curl a hand around her soft breast, catching notes at how firm and perfect it was. Not just the breast itself, but the moment. He finally had access to Nagisa's beautiful body, and he wasn't about to let go of it.
All the while Tomoya was in shrouded in his own thoughts, Nagisa was tense around the shoulders. She had already forced herself to relax as much as she could, but no one had touched her like this before. This will be the first time her bare skin is touched by another's hands. At this point, she wanted to make sure Tomoya was comfortable again. "To…. Tomoya-Kun," She inquired in her soft and shy voice. "Is this alright?"
"Alright?" His warm breath whispered against the side of her bare breast. He let his open lips brush against the skin and up to her collar bone, letting himself rest down against her body. "This… this is perfect, Nagisa. You're so…" raising his head a bit more, he burrowed his forehead into her neck. "…you're so beautiful." Nagisa let out a small exhale of relief, to know that her significant other was comfortable. Smiling softly, she reached up to wrap one arm around his head. Her other hand gripped his shoulder and trail down his arm to his hand. She grasped it for a second, then pushed past it for the seam of his shirt and gently tugged on it. Grinning to himself, Tomoya pushed himself back up on his knees, pulling away from her arm and hand, and reached down for the edge of his shirt and started pulling it up his torso and chest.
It was almost like this moment moved in slow motion for Nagisa. Aside from her own father, she had never seen another man shirtless before now. For some reason, she had to quickly think of a good word to describe her feelings. Scared? No. Tomoya didn't scare her. Nervous? Maybe. Nerves are apart of the first-time experience, though, right?
"Nagisa…" her thoughts were cut off, and she raised her head slightly. Tomoya's shirt was completely off, and he had already began grasping the seam of his fleece pants. He's paused, though, and his eyes are battling hers with worry. "…is this alright?" It didn't take Nagisa any time at all to realize that he had reiterated her question to him; it's only natural that he'd be worried. That's not his fault, though; you were the one getting lost in your own stupid thoughts. "Y-Yes!" She blurted out. Her hands flew forward to grasp his, as if hurrying him on getting his pants off, which made him giggle slightly.
"Anxious little thing, aren't we?" He whispered. His tone was more playful; he was relieved that he could be playful, even though he knows as well as she does; they're both nervous. He paused for another split moment, then he lowered his pants down, slowly exposing his area. Once he felt the open air of the room hit against it, Tomoya's eyes locked onto the bed sheets between Nagisa and himself, terrified to look up. He understood Nagisa's nervousness, sure, but how was she reacting to seeing… it? He knew he had to look up eventually though, and giving a soft sigh, he raised his eyes to hers.
What he saw was much unexpected; Nagisa's face was lit up with curiosity, and not fear like he had thought. Her curious little face caused him to smile slightly, almost smirk, but that soon ended when her face turned from curious as in cute, to curious as in concerned, or stern. Then he remembered once more, Nagisa wasn't wearing a shirt. That was when the hormones kicked in. That was why she was giving him that weird look.
"Eh… T-Tomoya Kun…" she whispered. A blush hit her face as hard as a brick, and she reached up to cover up one cheek with her palm. She couldn't help but smile slightly, and playful as well. She looked up at him, her grin widening. "…did I do that?" He could only reply with an embarrassed shrug, smiling softly to himself. Suddenly, Nagisa lowered her upper-body down onto the mattress, holding herself up on the bed. She was blushing a deep-red, and almost physically shaking, but that didn't stop her. "N-Nagisa… what are you doing!?"
Her head leaned in against Tomoya's thigh, and her lips softly brushed against his area; she made a noise at the mere touch, though looked up towards his face, forcing a grin. "I did this… right? So I should be the one to take care of it..."
"Nagisa… you don't have to—"
"Please… T-Tomoya-Kun… let me take care of it." She leaned in again to brush her soft lips up against his almost-full erection now, whispering warmly against it. "Let me make Tomoya-Kun feel good, too…"
It's not like Tomoya could have just said no. This was her idea, right? Her wish. Though, he'd be lying if he said it wasn't pleasurable to him as well, despite his worries. He dropped his protest as a way of letting her continue. Her head raised, and she lowered her lips to his tip, opening them slightly. Tomoya let out an audible exhale, one hand going limp against the mattress, and the other raising to pat Nagisa's head, as if urging her to lower. The girl gave a soft, quiet whimper for only a moment, then calmed herself and forced herself to relax before lowering her head more. His shaft was halfway into her little mouth. Obviously, she couldn't take anymore than that, but, surprisingly enough, she was enjoying herself just as much as Tomoya was enjoying it.
She raised her head once, then lowered it again. Then raised it, then lowered it. She continued this motion for a moment or two, all the while Tomoya giving small grunts and quiet moans every so often. Finally she raised and pulled away, gasping softly for breath. She raised her head up bit her lower lip a bit shyly. "Does it feel good, T-Tomoya-Kun…?"
He couldn't even believe she had to ask, with his face being flushed and him already panting slightly under his breath. He pulled the corner of his lip to a small smile and nodded, leaning in and wrapping an arm around her waist, gently pushing her back onto the bed. "It's my turn." Nagisa's curious face returned, but before she could question, Tomoya's hands were already tugging down her pants; a bit speedier than before, but Nagisa didn't mind. Tomoya leaned back and allowed her pants down her legs and off her feet, throwing them to the side. His hands grasped her feet and pulled her his way, roaming up her calves, her knees, and in-between her soft and beautiful thighs, gently prying them open. Tomoya positioned himself between her legs, sitting up and let his tip sit at her entrance, inhaling softly.
"Nagisa…" He whispered, gripping onto her hips. "…are you ready? Are you okay?"
The girl's face had absolutely no worry in it's expression; on the contrary, she was smiling. Her hands were resting on either side of her head. She gave a good inhale, before nodding.
"Yes… I want to make Tomoya-Kun feel good. That will make me a good wife, right?"
A look of sternness filled Tomoya's eyes. "You're a perfect wife."
"But pleasuring my husband to the best of my abilities is a wife's job."
"Not if you're uncomfortable."
"I'm not."
He was frozen. The hairs on his arms were standing. He couldn't move any part of his body and the mere thought of moving on hurt him, both physically and emotionally. Was Nagisa only doing this to make him happy? Is she even comfortable? Not just the sex but… they're entire marriage? Is she only doing all of this so that he could have the life that he wants with her? Tomoya-Kun. What does Nagisa truly think of him as a husband? He's just some delinquent, isn't he? Some kid with no future? Tomoya-Kun. She wanted to become an actress, but instead… he just pulled her away from her dreams and—
"Tomoya-Kun!" Her voiced snapped him out of his state of worry. "…are you alright?"
His heart was lead. That thought still raced through his mind, and he immediately pulled his hands away from her skin. "I'm sorry." He whispered, pulling away from her completely. "We should stop."
He lowered his head and turned it away, so as not to have to look at Nagisa's completely broken expression. She immediately reached for the nearest piece of clothing, which happened to be his shirt, and covered herself up, pulling her legs away and curling her knees up to her chest. Her teary eyes lowered as well; she felt so shameful, so disgraceful; what did she do wrong?
"Tomoya-Kun… what did I…"
"You didn't do anything. I just… I think we should stop."
She lowered her head once more, then pushed her legs back out, moving to stand.
"T-Take me home." She whispered.
A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading! I'd just like to make note that I kept thinks nice and slow because it had been their first time, I wanted to make the scenery happen; but what will happen next? :D Stay tuned for next chapter!