Author's Note: PG-13 rated sexy times. I'll write a proper sexy times one eventually, but I wanted to write a quick drabble for their first time from a non-graphic perspective first. Sora and Yamato are 17.


Afterglow


Sora is the one who suggests it.

Yamato looks at her in surprise, but she can tell from his eyes that he wants it too.

"Are you sure?" he asks her.

"Yes," is her soft but certain reply.

Sora had always known how ridiculously attractive her boyfriend was, but when his clothes came off she swallows thickly at just how masculine and raw and real he looks. Yamato stands before her blushing lightly and looking shy and nervous and uncertain – and all Sora does is smile – and he's still shy and nervous, but also relieved and ready. He gently helps her out of her own clothes and cold air hits her skin, and she feels a little self-conscious and embarrassed, but also invigorated and free.

And the thought of changing her mind doesn't come at all.

The first time he pushes in, it hurts too much – and so they stop for a while.

The second time he pushes in, it hurts a little less – and so they stop momentarily.

The third time he pushes in, it hurts a lot less and Sora shivers – and so she tells him to keep going.

Yamato looks at her, searches her eyes to see if she really is OK, before pressing ahead.

His first strokes are slow, hesitant, unsure. Gradually, he picks up the pace, building up to a steady rhythm. Sora can only imagine from his expression how much more pleasure he is feeling than she is, because he looks as though he's struggling with all his might to hold on for her.

And there are times when he gets so completely lost in what he's doing and what he's feeling that he quickens the pace so much and surges ahead – just for a few seconds – before realising and stilling himself.

His whispered apologies came in a constant stream, mixed with questions of how she feels, if it's all right, if it hurts too much, how beautiful she is – and all Sora can do is murmur that she really is fine, and kisses him reassuringly on random spots of skin her lips can reach, as his hips continue to move against hers.

It doesn't take long for Yamato to reach his climax, his body shuddering violently and his rough voice moaning her name as he collapses on top of her.

It wasn't perfect.

It was new and strange and kind-of-good and tingly and uncomfortable and not at all close to perfect.

But it also feels right.

She was his and he was hers and in this moment she wants to stay in his arms forever.

And Sora knows.

This is what it feels like to be so completely in love with someone and more.

She trusts him and admires him and respects him and craves him.

"I love you," Yamato breathes into her ear. "And I'm never letting you go."

And everything in her world just makes sense.

She kisses his lips and whispers her affections as he returns her soft caresses and hushed words, where he slowly drifts off to sleep. She watches his chest rise and fall with each intake and out-take of air, listens to his steady breathing, feels his heartbeat. All her thoughts revolve around him and her and them and their future, and she feels as though she was always going to feel like she belongs right next to him.

And Sora is sure.

She had let him in. She had allowed him to know her, to share in her secrets, to see pieces of her that she had kept only to herself – and now she had given him more.

No one else.

Only he was allowed to see her so bare, so exposed, so vulnerable. Only he was allowed to share this experience with her, to exchange this energy with her, to grow with her. Only he was allowed to make her want him, to make her feel, to be with her.

And Sora smiles as she closes her eyes – content in knowing that Yamato feels the same way about her.


End


Yamato's side of this would be: "OMFG THAT WAS AWESOME!" XD