White had invited everyone involved in the final battle to her home for a celebration of sorts, the weekend after Ghetsis's and Team Plasma's defeat. The evening is just winding down, and Black still hasn't had much of a chance to speak with her other than some casual conversation when neither of them were being smothered by someone else. He hadn't had a chance to see her at all during the week - police proceedings and other nonsense had taken up the majority of his time, and hers as well. Finally, though, White ushers out the final guests (a very drunk Shauntal and Grimsley). She closes the door with a sigh, and turns back to where Black is chilling on the couch.
"Phew," she says, coming over and flopping down onto the couch next to him. "Why are all of our friends so ridiculous?"
Black smiles. "Maybe we're just ridiculous too, Prez."
White snorts. "You might be, but I'll have you know I'm perfectly normal, thanks."
"Whatever you say, Prez," says Black with a grin.
A comfortable silence settles over the room. White closes her eyes, a peaceful smile upon her face. Black gazes at her fondly. She's become seriously beautiful over the last two years. Maybe she always was.
"Um...how's business?" He asks, in lieu of nothing at all.
"Suspended," she replies. "I couldn't run the agency while looking for you at the same time. I'm still not sure how we'll get back on track, but…" She opens her eyes and looks into his. "You were more important."
Black's heart feels dangerously full upon hearing that. "I'll help you get back on track, whatever it takes," he says, softly. "We're a team, y'know?"
She gives him a bump with her shoulder. "Well, you aren't my employee anymore, so...team. That sounds okay to me."
Confronting his feelings for White had always made Black embarrassed and uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fact that he'd grown older, or maybe it was the fact that he'd been separated from her for so long, but tonight, he's never felt more confident about anything. "I don't want to leave your side, Prez. Not now, not ever." He says,
White's eyes are shining, and all of a sudden she's in his arms, laughing and crying at the same time. "I missed you so much, you dork," she sobs. "You'd better not leave. Never, ever, ever, ever…" she buries her face in his chest.
They sit like that for what feels like an eternity, Black holding White as she cries into his jacket. After a while, she stops crying and then they're just cuddling. Black can feel her heartbeat against his own, and right then and there he decides he's not going to wait a second longer.
"You know…" he whispers into her ear. "I love you."
He's half-expecting her to jerk back, or push him away, but he needn't worry. Those three words are what White had been dreaming of hearing for two years, and when they hit her ears, it's like a cue. With no hesitation, she whispers "I know", raises her head and kisses him.
Black's brain nearly shorts out. Her mouth is soft and sweet under his, and her body is warm and firm. Every one of his senses kicks into overdrive, and he's minutely aware of how lovely she looks, and how nice she smells and tastes (like vanilla and lavender). Her touch raises every hair on his arms. Finally, he regains enough control of himself to kiss her back.
White pulls away far too soon, breathing a bit heavier than usual. "Wow," she breathes. She opens her mouth to say something else, and then changes her mind. "Wow," she says again. And then she's back on him, pressing herself closer and accidentally pushing him onto his back in the process. Going with the flow, she drops herself on top of him, straddling him at the hips and touching her nose to his.
"Hey," says Black.
"Hi," White giggles. And then their lips meet again. The first kiss was gentle and sweet, but there's something else lurking in this one. It's a hunger driven by two years of longing.
White's tongue touches Black's lower lip, and he opens his mouth slightly to give it access. She darts in and out of his mouth, not quite sure how much tongue is too much. All of this is new to both of them, but there's no one they'd rather share it with than each other.
"You're...good at that…" Black mumbles against her mouth between kisses. "I hope...you haven't done this before."
"Please," she replies. "I'm...just...a natural. I didn't want...anyone else...to take my first."
Black's hands start to act on their own, traveling from her arms down to her hips. Her butt twitches against them, and she moans slightly. That was so hot. It prompts him to explore a little further, and she makes no objection. In fact, she starts getting a little more adventurous with her hands as well, and soon they're both exploring strange and exciting new places. Black's hands brush her waist, her butt, and the gentle curve of her chest. White's fingers travel from his chest down to his back. And then, quite by accident, she finds them between his legs.
She pulls back, panting. "Sorry...hah...that wasn't…hah..."
Black smiles and brushes the hair from her face. "It's okay."
"I...felt it. You're hard. Can I…" her fingers twitch against the fabric of his jacket.
Black makes her look into his eyes. "If you do...I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself," he says seriously.
White kisses him briefly and says "Yeah? Maybe...maybe I don't want you to stop," she says, trying to sound sexy. It comes off more as being adorable and nervous to Black.
"Are...are you sure?"
She replies more confidently this time. "I haven't seen you for two years. I've been waiting for so long. There's no way I want to stop here."
Black gulps. "Okay, Prez."
White hops off of him and pulls him to a standing position by the hands.
"White. Call me White. Now, my bedroom, please." she orders, wrapping her arms around his neck. Making no reply, he lifts her off her feet and carries her bridal-style up the stairs.
When they reach her room, Black swings her around in a circle, both of them laughing. He sets her down on the bed, and then stops her giggling with his lips, slipping his tongue inside her mouth. Her hands fumble with his belt buckle as she tries to remove it without breaking the kiss.
She fails. "I'll get it," Black laughs. He lies on his back, unbuckling the belt and tossing it aside. He then unzips his jacket and pulls his shirt over his head, and tosses them to the floor too. White removes her hair tie and shakes out her ponytail, and then slides over and wraps her arms around his naked torso, kissing him softly.
"Gosh, you're so skinny, Black," she breathes. He's thin but reasonably well-muscled - wiry, she supposes. The pants forgotten just for the moment, White makes a big show of pulling her own tank top and shorts off, revealing a set of white satin undergarments - nothing fancy, but then again, she wasn't exactly expecting to be doing this today. Now naked except for her underwear and socks, she blushes at the feeling of Black's gaze upon her.
"Wow," whispers Black. "You're so beautiful."
"Oh, please," she giggles. "I'm nothing to write home about." She's small and probably even thinner than Black, with not much in the way of breasts. Black grabs her wrists fiercely.
"Don't ever say that, White," he says huskily. "You're the most beautiful girl in the whole world, I'd bet money on it."
It's a very Black-like exaggeration, and it brings her back down to earth for a second - she's doing this with her best friend, like she's been dreaming of for years. It feels surreal, and she almost sobers up, but before she can, Black leans over and starts dotting kisses down her jaw and neck, making her shiver.
"Oh, Black, fuck -" He's made her swear, which she almost never does. "That's - ah - don't stop~"
His hands reach for the hook of her bra, which of course he can't figure out. She pushes his hands away and unhooks it herself, saving them both the trouble. The bra falls between them, and she swears she can see his brain melting.
"What's the matter? They're not exactly huge, y'know."
"They're perfect," he reassures her. Her breasts might be small, but god, are they perky. Her nipples are small and pink, and he reaches out to brush one with his thumb, fascinated. The nipple reacts instantly, stiffening under his touch, and honest to god, she lets out a squeak. Adorable. Black continues to trace circles around her areola as he buries his face in her hair, earning a few more squeaks and gasps.
"When did you - ngh - get so good with your hands, Black?" she whispers into his ear. He makes no reply, so she nips his earlobe, earning a gasp from Black herself. "Ah? You like that, don't you?" She nips him again, with the same response, and she can feel him stiffening against her leg.
"I'll take care of you, don't worry," she says, in a sultry voice she didn't even know she possessed. Extricating herself from Black's hands, White unbuttons and removes his pants, and then with bravery that surprises even herself, wraps her hand around his erect penis through the fabric of his boxers.
"Ngh," says Black, almost immediately. White withdraws her hand.
"What? Did that hurt?"
"No, God, of course not. Keep going," he urges.
Her heart is pounding out of her chest, but she takes a deep breath and reaches down again, this time sliding her hand into his boxers. She wraps her hand around him again. His penis is warm and throbbing slightly. She pushes down the waistband and pulls it out of his underwear.
It's White's turn to have a brain malfunction, and she just sits there with his dick in her hand, not entirely sure what to do with it. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she leans down to look at it more closely. "It's weird," she says, finally. She figures it's about 7 inches long, maybe a little more. She touches the tip with her finger, and it comes away slightly wet.
"Gee, thanks," Black complains. White smiles, and in another fit of bravery gently kisses the tip, saying "Sorry. Weird in a good way, definitely, but...what do I do?"
She sounds so innocent and pure that Black wants to snatch her up and cuddle her all night. "Just...stroke it. Nice and easy," he encourages.
This is a relief to White - she's not quite sure she wants to try putting it in her mouth, but she can work with her hands. She obeys Black, starting to stroke gently. She's a little too fast and her grip is a little too loose, but the fact that it's her doing it to him means it's still hotter than anything he's ever experienced. After a minute or two, he's already close to climax, and he stops her hand before it's too late.
"Easy, girl," Black moans, trying not to give away the fact that he almost came. He pulls her back up to him by the wrist, kissing her lips again. "My turn, I think."
His hands travel from her arms down her torso, stopping briefly at her nipples again. She shivers as he passes her belly button, teasing her before he finally slides between her legs, pushing down her panties to her knees and letting her kick them off. He's surprised by the lack of hair between her legs.
"You wax?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
White lets out a harrumph. "So I like to feel smooth. Sue me." Black smiles and kisses her before she can protest any more.
She's slick and hot to the touch, indicating that she is very ready for this. "Is this the effect I have on you?" smirks Black, teasing her by not quite touching her pussy, instead pushing his fingers around it.
"Shut up and touch me, jerk," she growls. "I've waited too long for this to deal with you teasing me."
Black decides maybe it's best not to upset her. He kisses her forehead and gently says "Stop me if I'm hurting you, okay?"
She nods, and cautiously, slowly, Black pushes two fingers inside of her. She doesn't react a whole lot, and Black asks "Is this good?"
"Yeah, here…" she takes his wrist and moves his hand up half an inch. "It's right here…"
Black pushes his fingers in again, feeling them brush against a small nub inside of her, and this time the reaction is instant - she bucks her hips and lets out an ecstatic moan. "Yes, oh, that's perfect, Black, it feels so good, fuck~"
The fact that Black has the power to make her this happy makes him happy as well. In response, his strokes become more vigorous, and a little bit deeper, and then a lot deeper and suddenly she's gasping not in pleasure, but in pain.
"Ow!" she yelps, grabbing his wrist again. "Easy, loverboy! Nice and gentle, okay?"
"White, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
She stops him with a kiss and a giggle. "It's okay, Black. You're learning. I am too, so don't worry about it!" She gazes fondly into his eyes. "This is so much fun. I'm so happy I'm doing this with you."
Black gives her a sheepish grin, and then glances down at their privates again. His penis is just centimeters away from her labia. "Do you want to...uh...I mean, we don't have any protection, right?"
White frowns. "You're right. We would be stupid to go any further, but…" Suddenly, she hooks a leg around him and pulls herself up so that she's straddling him again. His shaft is in between her pussy lips and she grinds against it slowly. "I want to be an idiot, just for tonight." she whispers. "I trust you to pull out on time."
Black may have an iron will, but he's sure no man could resist what White just did to him. After a few more seconds of grinding, she lifts her hips and positions herself on top of his dick.
"You ready?" She asks.
"Of course," he replies. "Are you? It's your first time, so won't it hurt?"
White smiles. "You're so sweet, Black, but it would only hurt if I wasn't wet enough - and obviously I am." She winks.
Black takes a deep breath and nods. "Okay. Let's do it."
Slowly, White guides him inside of her, an inch at a time. She gasps a bit once he's fully buried - It does hurt, just a tiny bit, but the pain is nothing compared to the pleasure of being filled up in a way she's never quite experienced. She's never masturbated much, and her fingers - or hairbrush handles, maybe the corner of the washing machine if she was particularly horny - definitely don't compare to the real thing. He's bigger than anything she's experimented with, and his warmth adds a whole new dimension to the experience.
White starts rocking back and forth, and immediately involuntary gasps, squeaks and moans start escaping her. They are - finally - having sex. Awkward, hesitant, nervous sex - as to be expected from a pair of sixteen year old virgins, but neither of them cares. They are soulmates, binding their bodies in the most intimate contract in the world.
Although White can't help making embarrassing noises, Black is rather quiet. White imagined he'd be as loud in bed as he is out of it, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
"Are you okay?" She asks him.
"Perfect," he grunts, brushing his hands against her waist and then grabbing her butt to assist her movements. "Have I ever told you...how nice your butt is?"
"No, but it's not like I never caught you looking at it," she replies shyly. She'd learned from Elesa the art of walking in front of the guy you like and walking while swaying your hips from side to side - It had probably been driving him crazy during their journey together.
After about five minutes of riding, White can feel her legs getting a little bit tired - she's never had much physical stamina. She gives him another nip on the ear, and then whispers "Switch places with me?"
Black nods, and in one motion, wraps his arm around her waist and flips her onto her back, still inside of her. Quite a skilled move for a virgin.
With Black on top, the pace picks up, and soon White is bucking and writhing against him. He always had been observant - it wasn't much of a surprise that he'd figured out the clitoris so quickly.
"Black...Black...I'm close…" She sighs. She hadn't expected him to make her orgasm - she's only managed it by herself twice. He's full of surprises today.
"White...me too…"
They stop speaking anything other than each others name, and less than a minute later White's world explodes in a storm of pleasure. She drops to his lips and kisses him as she climaxes, moaning into his mouth. That does it for Black, too, and about ten seconds later he pulls out of her in the nick of time as ecstasy overwhelms him. He has the presence of mind not to shoot his load onto her stomach, feeling it would be rude - instead he buries his dick in the bedsheets and his face in his lover's shoulder.
After he's finished, he rolls off of her, and then immediately snuggles close to her again, missing her warmth as soon as it's gone. For a few minutes, neither says a word, both basking in the afterglow of the wonderful thing that had just happened.
Finally, White mumbles into Black's chest. "I just washed these sheets, y'know."
"Sorry," he answers. "I didn't want to get it on you." She rolls her eyes.
"We both need a shower now, anyways. I wouldn't have minded unless you, like, did it on my face." They're both hot and sticky and so, so happy.
"In a minute," he says sleepily, kissing the tip of her nose. "I can't feel my legs yet."
White smiles and runs her fingers through her dork friend's (boyfriend's!) hair.
"Hey," she says.
"Hi," he replies.
"You're gonna stay the night, right?"
Black pauses for a moment, then says "Why don't I just move in?"
White pulls back, a little shocked. Black...we're only sixteen. Your parents would never let us."
Black flashes her a toothy grin. "I convinced my parents to move us to a different town when I was six. I'll make it work."
"You're such a sweetheart, Black, but...I don't know if I'm ready to have a live-in boyfriend."
Black presses his lips to her forehead. "That's okay. We're sixteen. We have all the time in the world ahead of us. I'll still come over every day."
White bops him on the head with a pillow. "In that case, buy some condoms, so I don't have to change the sheets every time you come over!"
"Ow! Yes, Prez!" He yelps. "White. Sorry. That's going to take some getting used to."
"Good. Now, lets go shower. And then you're gonna help me wash the sheets," She orders, taking his hand and pulling him to the bathroom.
The sheets end up not mattering, since neither of them gets any sleep that night anyways.