Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"

Chapter One:

"Clair de Lune"

"Ne, Sasori…aren't you curious?"

His eyes didn't leave the music sheet. "About?"

The seventeen-year-old boy heard the sound of movement behind him, the groaning of his mattress as a specific number of coils sank in deeply and rose back up. Kagome had been lying supine on it earlier, staring up thoughtfully at the ceiling of his bedroom and doing who knew what else. He had the feeling that she was now sitting up and staring intently at the back of his head. Sasori could practically imagine her burning holes through him with only her meaningful gaze. But he simply dismissed his silly idea and remained unperturbed, sedulously studying the content held up by one of his hands.

"Well…" Kagome trailed off, uncertain.

Sasori blinked at the paper under his nose, its purposeful notes suddenly turning into indicipherable gibberish. Since when did she ever hesitate to speak her mind? He turned to look over his shoulder, though the swivel chair he sat on stayed perfectly in place.

Dressed in her usual green and white school attire was Kagome, her legs hanging off the edge of his single-sized bed. Her eyes were riveted to her socked feet, and she was poking her fingers together. There was also a touch of pink hue on her complexion, and overall she came off as rather demure; almost cute.

What is she blushing for? he wondered fleetingly. Not long after, Sasori said, "You're turning red—"

"S-sex…!" the girl finally burst out, before choosing to repeat the word again for a good measure. "Sex!" She released a deep breath subsequently, and planted a palm atop her chest, eyes shut tight and cheeks reddened. All she had said was a single, simple thing, and yet she appeared so flustered by it. Kagome soon opened her eyes again and peered up at the boy, her lips set in a firm line and a trembling fist before her bosom. For but a few more seconds Sasori regarded her, before he nonchalantly turned back in his seat to fully face his desk.

"I understand how it works," he replied offhandedly, stowing away the music sheets he held into a drawer. Ever the victim of his own meticulous habits, he made sure the edges were perfectly aligned before letting them be swallowed up by temporary darkness. With resolve Sasori then straightened up and directed his attention onto his desktop computer, slightly shifting the mouse attached to it. The sizable monitor came to life with color, and he squandered no time in positioning both hands above the keyboard, typing away. "Around the age of twelve was when I was educated of it in school. Health classes are mandatory for girls as well, aren't they?"

Kagome, no longer blushing profusely, bit the inside of her cheek, left eye twitching in exasperation. Is he being serious right now, or is he just mocking me? What does he…I just—ugh!

Blithely unaware of the mental cyclone forming behind him, Sasori reached across his desk to turn on his white speakers. Immediately classical music filled the room, serenading him, though not quite assuaging the other young woman (Not this song again! He's played it at least a million times!) amidst his presence. The redheaded male relaxed and leaned back in his chair, causing it to squeak in protest. He closed his eyes and a faint smile was on his lips as he raised a single finger in the air, waving it about as a conductor would with his baton.

He wasn't even paying a sliver of attention to his longtime female friend, who had just hinted that she would very much like to try some 'new experiences' with him. Was he really a guy? (Then again, she had to grudgingly admit that he honestly was the type to be hopelessly enamored with his music and instruments—and that damned Debussy—but stay totally oblivious to a girl's feelings.)

This was precisely the obstacle Karin had forewarned her about, and there was only one way to get past it: by being upfront.

The young woman's throat suddenly felt awfully parched, albeit her hands, in stark contrast, were not so dry anymore. She managed a difficult gulp and squared her shoulders, and in that momentous instant decided she was no longer going to stand being second to Sasori's music—and Debussy, darn it! Like her friend Karin (who was a seasoned veteran of certain 'activities', and made for quite an encouraging coach) she would go for what she wanted. This afternoon, on May 15th, in his own bedroom, she was making him hers after years of waiting on the sideline, watching him fall in and out of love with inanimate objects such as the violin and piano. Yes, Higurashi Kagome…

…all right, it was clearly obvious that now she was just trying to buy herself extra time.

Swallowing nervously once again, Kagome fixated her eyes on her target, and parted from the mattress to rise on her feet. The redheaded young man was still blissfully lost in his music, humming quietly and tracing notes in the air with his index finger. He truly had no idea.

Sasori was a little more than surprised when his chair was suddenly spun around by another, and he was abruptly broken out of his pleasant trance-like state to see a very, rather, determined-looking Kagome. She planted both her palms on either of his shoulders, and stared down at him with a strange, unusual dimness in her hooded eyes—and had her green plaited skirt risen by several inches? He couldn't recall it ever being that short…

"I think it's about time we put Debussy in the backseat," Kagome drawled, trying to adopt a sexy, seductive tone. Unfortunately she was not a master of the vocal techniques just yet, and would have to pick up more tips from Karin later on because she sounded more awkward and shaky, as opposed to sweet and sultry. Of that she was highly aware, and the young woman had to gather her bearings quickly before she demonstrated just how swiftly she could transform into a live human-tomato. 'Put Debussy in the backseat'? Did I really just say something so lame like that?

With concern and suspicion in his tone, Sasori remarked, "You're acting unlike yourself today." His carmine orbs were gauging Kagome, and she hastily avoided eye contact with him, finding his computer monitor more interesting. Her breath even seemed to hitch when he raised a palm to her forehead, feeling for a possible fever. "Are you ill?"

That was the last of what he said before Kagome braced herself and hauled him from his seat with all her will and might.

The two teenagers ended up a mess right before his bed, almost having landed on it but not so quite. Kagome's hair was sprawled beneath beneath her head, her eyes hidden by her inky black bangs as she faced up towards Sasori. Her fingers were latched tightly onto the front of his summer school uniform: a modest, pastel blue short-sleeved button-up shirt. The boy, without delay, attempted to lift himself away from her, and found that she wasn't willing to let him go so easily. He noticed his bent legs were both between hers when she drew her knees upward, trapping him from both sides. His unfurled palms were supporting him up, established on the carpeted floor, containing a feminine torso.

"You really are ill," Sasori pointed out shrewdly, carmine orbs narrowed. "I'll get you medicine, you can take a nap in my room."

"Iie." Her eyes were visible now, but she still wasn't looking directly at him. There was a certain sparkle in them, and though he couldn't quite distinguish what that meant, Sasori somewhat liked it. It was attractive in a special way, particularly when combined with her renewed blush. "I'm not sick."

"Then?" Kagome's grip on the front of his clothing tightened. That would definitely leave some wrinkles, he thought dryly.

"I wanna try it," she said quietly. Almost as an afterthought, the young woman then added, "…with you."

He knew where this was heading, and he wasn't certain of how to respond. Girls and intercourse had never held a significant portion of his thought process…

Kagome released her hold on him and worked up to lean against the mattress with her back to it. With her risen legs still guarding Sasori from both sides, her skirt fell back a bit on her thighs, though she didn't bother to fix it. The young man didn't move, and she ghosted the fingers of her right hand down his arm until she reached his. Then she placed her palm over his hand.

"Kagome," the boy said solemnly, slowly, "I don't—"

"I like you," she interrupted, her tone uncharacteristically feeble. "I've always liked you…for a really long time."

Sasori felt her hand curl over his.

"…and I'm going to show you, just how much."

He didn't have a chance to respond when Kagome dipped down and claimed his lips for herself. In sequence she also took the chance to once again latch onto his shirt, this time the fabric covering his shoulder. Never before had Sasori been kissed, and she was his very first. Her lips were soft against his, and it was only now, with their close proximity, that he could also smell a sweet scent emanating from her. Where it came from was a mystery to him, but at the moment it was also the least of his worries. The redheaded male was much more fascinated by the new wonders tackling his senses. The fact that one of his favorite orchestral songs was playing in the background didn't make things any less pleasant.

Kagome broke the chaste kiss and leaned back against his mattress, and Sasori likewise collected himself and moved backward so he was on his haunches. Aside from the deceptively tranquil music, there were no other noises. Two sets of eyes locked. One pair was anxiously awaiting an answer—a Yes or No—while the other was analytic and observant, as always.

Reddish eyes steadily traveled down a feminine body all on their own accord, almost innocent and possessing a child's inquisitiveness, as if having never before seen such a novelty.

Suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, Sasori found himself wanting to know things—things that were foreign to him. Were Kagome's lips the extent of her softness? How was she…underneath her clothing? What would her skin feel like under his hands, which were callous from countless years of handling various musical instruments?

"Sasori," she called softly to him, cautious.

"We have time," the young man said dismissively. His tone seemed…oddly cold.

We have time? Time to think about things before going on ahead with rash actions?

…time to distance ourselves before something regretful happens?

Kagome's mouth opened, but no words came out. She looked off to the side again, this round crestfallen as she assumed the worst. This was a bad idea…I should've thought about if he'd say no…

Her heart nearly fluttered in her ribcage when she heard what he said next.

"Chiyo-obaasan won't be home for another few hours."