#86. Prototype: the original or model on which something is based or formed.
Genre: POINTLESS FLUFF
Rating: PG for kissy faces
Continuity: Standalone
Notes: This is lightly revised writing from late 2009, rehashed for this purpose.
I AM A TOTAL SAP.
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His first kiss isn't much, just the gentle press of lips against his own, Alfons's hands warm on his lower back. It's only a few seconds, of silence, of their hammering heartbeats, of soft breathing and soft lips and the gentle pressure of Alfons's arms around him.
Ed doesn't know what to do with his hands. His arms stay flat at his sides, limp and far too heavy; his fingers twitch when Alfons slides his hands down on his hips. Ed doesn't know what to do with his face - his nose feels awkward and too large, and he doesn't know whether to tilt his chin, like Alfons is doing, so he just stays still and feels incredibly stupid.
"There," Alfons says when he's pulled away. His hands remain on Ed's waist, shaking. "That's how I feel about you." He swallows heavily, and averts his eyes from Ed's face. He blushes, and flinches, like he's expecting some kind of divine retribution, like he's expecting Ed to pull away and stare him down in disgust.
He turns like he's going to leave, and Ed shakes himself out of the kiss-induced stupor (He kissed me!) to snatch his hand and plead, "Don't go."
Alfons spins back, stunned, and his wrist feels like it's burning in Ed's grip and his stomach is doing somersaults and he doesn't know what he's doing and he kisses him. He screws his eyes shut and his cheeks are on fire and he slings his arms around Alfons's neck and kisses him.
He's sure he's a horrible kisser. Their lips are smashed together so hard it hurts, Alfons's mouth is half-open from surprise. He lifts himself up on his toes and opens his mouth and licks Alfons's lips, and pulls away awkwardly with a wet smack. "That's how I feel about you," he explains, still too embarrassed to look Alfons in the eye.
A hand slides up slowly to rest over his fluttering heartbeat, first the palm, then the back. The touch still feels like it's burning. The other hand touches his hair, brushes his bangs out of his face. Ed shivers from anticipation, and partly from nerves; he doesn't know what he's supposed to do.
"What now?" Ed asks quietly, daring to open his eyes: Alfons is smiling, ecstatic, and all that worry melts away, giving way to affection.
Alfons leans in and kisses him. They get it right this time.