Story Title: The Edge
Rated: PG-13 for GUESS WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN NEXT GAIZ (and that's about it)
Status: Complete // 500+
Summary: [Enma/Tsunako] Tsuna's favorite cardigan is a wreck on the floor.
Steve's Notes: I was going through the when I stumbled across this prompt: born as a girl Tsuna's first time with Enma. Normally, I'm not a big fan of genderbending (read: REALLY DISLIKE IT) but for some reason the idea of a Tsunako really appealed to me (read: JUST WANTED TO PUT TSUNAKO IN AWESOME TOMBOY CLOTHES). There's actually no sex in this drabble—mostly because I tried, but cried and ran away—so it ended up being a small look into what I think Tsuna and Enma's first time would be like, regardless of Tsuna's gender.
Disclaimer: Katekyou Hitman Reborn! © Amano Akira
His hands are clumsy and stupid. His fingers fumble on the small, star shaped buttons of her favorite cardigan—a vibrant orange thing that looks strange puddled on the floor next to the bed—and she has to help him with the zipper of her skinny jeans. He gently tugs her soft t-shirt over her head and rolls her fuchsia ankle socks off her feet. She is nothing but her cotton panties and polka dot bra when he pulls his sweater and shirt up over his head and gets caught, struggling with the fabric and falling off the edge of her bed with a small crash. He narrowly avoids the edge of the table and Tsuna winces, praying that her mom didn't hear.
"Sorry," Enma mutters when he manages to get out of his clothes, a frown on his bruised face. "Did you want me to—"
"No!" Tsuna says too sharply, too loudly. Then, after another wince, she repeats more softly, "No, Enma-kun."
The red head nods. There's sunlight coming in through the slates of the blinds and it slashes across Enma's skinny torso; Tsuna can see all the bruises and scars on him, some new, most old. Despite the swarm of butterflies high in her stomach, Tsuna suddenly feels a deep ache.
"They're pretty bad, huh," Enma says as he stands, stepping out of his jeans; his fingers linger on a nasty, mottled scar on his right side. His eyes are shadowed and the corners of his mouth are tight. Tsuna reaches out for him and removes his hand from the scar, tugging on his wrist until his hand covers a long, thin scar on her calf.
"Not so bad," Tsuna replies gently.
Enma kisses her, then, his lips tight against hers and his hand looped around her smooth, naked calf. She reaches up and runs her fingers through Enma's fine hair as he slipes his tongue against her teeth. Her eyelids flutter and she tries not to squeak as Enma thumbs the sensitive skin underneath the wire of her bra. He pulls away only when they're both flushed pink, unsure but eager.
"Are—" Enma tries to say, but his voice sticks in his throat. He swallows to clear the lump in this throat. "Are you sure?"
Tsuna closes her eyes. There are so many reason why she should say no—a majority of those reasons pertaining solely to the mafia—but very few of them are about her or Enma. None of them are about her and Enma together. Tsuna knows it's a little selfish, but she wants this more than she wants to forfeit the title of Vongola Decimo to someone else or pass geometry class, and that is the only reason that should matter.
"Yeah," Tsuna whispers when she opens her eyes, stares into Enma's. "Yeah, I'm ready."
"Okay." Enma laces one hand with hers, presses his forehead to her collarbone. Then, in a soft sigh against her clavicle, "Me too."
And that's all that matters.
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