Kirin sighed, staring out her bedroom window at the moon, pondering her relationship with Umehito.
The problem wasn't that they were having problems—everything was perfect; they never fought, they spent a lot of time together, and he treated her wonderfully and with respect. He was a perfect gentleman, a caring boyfriend, and she loved him to bits.
The problem was that it had been nearly two months, and they hadn't made an inch of physical progress.
Megan and Tamaki went further ten minutes before they were officially together than she and Umehito had after over a month and a half of dating; they had yet to do more than exchange soft, innocent kisses. She loved those kisses, truly, but it bothered her that he hadn't even tried to add some passion to one of those kisses.
Maybe he was just too shy….
Maybe he didn't know how to go about it….
He had said she was his first kiss….
It wasn't that she was desperate for sex; the thought of going that far—while it had crossed her mind, and she did somewhat like the idea—made her nervous. She just wanted to feel some passion from him. She wanted to feel like he wanted her like she wanted him.
She really wanted to make out with him.
She groaned, flopping back onto her bed.
She tried to think of whom she could go to for advice, but none of her siblings had much experience in this department; she ultimately decided to go to the oldest and, presumably, most knowledgeable sibling—her first thought had been to talk to Arora, who tended to know everything about everything, but Arora also had a tendency to be a bit too logical at times, and the last thing Kirin wanted to hear was a bunch of statistics.
She rolled out of bed and made her way to Thorne's room.
Thorne opened the door almost immediately.
"Kirin? Are you ok?" she asked, surprised.
'I need some advice,' Kirin signed.
Thorne nodded and stepped back, allowing Kirin to enter her room. They sat on the bed and Kirin explained her predicament.
"I think you should just kiss him," Thorne said. "He'll go along with it."
'How do you know?'
"He's a boy. You're his girlfriend. You're attractive. He has hormones!" Thorne laughed.
Kirin giggled with her, but soon returned to seriousness.
'What if it gets… too intense?' she asked.
"Intense?"
'I mean… what if he wants to… you know… have sex?'
"Ah," Thorne nodded in understanding.
'Well? What if that happens?'
"He won't pressure you," Thorne assured her, smiling. "He cares about you."
Kirin bit her lip thoughtfully.
"Do you want to?" Thorne asked.
She took Kirin's blush as a yes. She laughed.
"It's ok if you do want to," she said.
'I don't know,' Kirin admitted. 'I kind of do, but I'm scared.'
"Well, I don't know from experience, but I think that's normal," Thorne smiled at her little sister. "When the time comes, you'll know."
'Ok. So, you think I should do it-kiss him, I mean?'
"Only if you want to. I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting him to make the first move."
'I would like that, but I'm not sure if he will.'
"Just wait and see, Kirin," Thorne said. "Maybe he will. If not, it's perfectly acceptable for you to make the first move."
'Ok. Thanks, Thorne,' Kirin signed, smiling and hugging her. 'I feel better now.'
"Good," Thorne said. "Let me know if you need anything—someone to talk to, advice, condoms…."
She laughed as Kirin punched her playfully.
Kirin tugged on Nekozawa's sleeve as the ending credits to Incubus rolled; they'd spent their Saturday afternoon cuddled on the couch, watching movies. Incubus was a weird one—good, but weird.
"Hm? What's up? You ok?" he asked, looking down at her curiously..
She opened her mouth, closed it, hesitated, opened, then closed it again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, unsure of what was going on. Silence filled the room for several minutes.
"I love you, Umehito," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse and barely audible, but she had managed to choke out the words. She felt him tense.
He pulled back, staring at her in shock.
"K-Kirin…."
She blushed and bit her lip, looking away.
He gently turned her face toward him and kissed her forehead.
"I love you, too," he whispered.
She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. She pulled back a moment later, smiled, and kissed him once again. The fierceness of the kiss caught him off guard; she pushed him down onto the couch, nibbling his lip softly. He gasped, and her tongue slid in. He groaned, running his fingers through her hair. She rubbed her tongue against his, coaxing it into her own mouth. She pulled off his wig and intertwined her fingers in his hair.
She pulled away to catch her breath. Her fingers found the top button of his shirt and slowly undid it; she gradually made her way down until his shirt was completely open. He stared up at her, breathing heavily.
She smiled and leaned down, kissing all over his chest and abs, gradually working her way up. She bit softly into his neck; he gasped, and she giggled against his flesh.
He sat up suddenly, catching her off guard. He kissed her passionately, slowly lowering her down to the couch. His fingers trailed down to the hem of her shirt. He tugged, then paused, looking up at her; when she made no indication that she wanted him to stop, he slowly pulled it up and over her head. She slid his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it over the back of the couch. He kissed down her neck, along her collarbone, and slowly made his way down her stomach, then back up. She let out soft, encouraging moans.
His hands traveled up her sides, around her back, to the clasp of her bra. He paused once more, looking up to make sure it was ok; she blushed, but smiled encouragingly. He undid the clasp and slowly slid the bra off. She looked away shyly as his eyes moved slowly over her figure, taking in the delicacy beneath him. He turned her face back toward him and kissed her lips again. He went back to kissing her neck, trailing his hands over her torso. She gasped as his hands grazed her breasts.
He pulled away suddenly, sitting on the other side of the couch. She frowned, confused; had she done something wrong?
She sat up and crawled over to him.
"What's wrong?" she croaked. She blushed at the way her voice sounded, putting a hand over her mouth.
He looked at her and smiled. He pulled her hand away from her mouth and kissed her softly.
'I'm sorry,' she signed.
"Sorry for what?" he asked.
'My voice.'
He laughed; she gave him a confused look.
"I love your voice," he whispered.
She looked at him like he was crazy, and he laughed again.
"I love your voice because it's yours," he explained.
She blushed, but smiled, feeling better.
"Besides," he added, "you haven't talked in, what, two, three years? You can't expect your voice to sound like velvet right away."
She nodded, but frowned.
"What is it now?" he sighed.
"Why did you stop?" she asked quietly.
He blushed, looking away.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"N-no," he stammered, "I-I just… I…."
He sighed.
"I... almost lost control," he explained, embarrassed.
"Control?" she didn't understand.
His blush darkened as he searched for the least-awkward way to explain.
It suddenly clicked in her mind.
"Ah. I understand," she whispered.
"Y-yeah…."
She bit her lip thoughtfully. After a few moments of thought—and silence—she stood.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
She just smiled and took his hands in hers, pulling him up off the couch. She slowly led him toward his bed.
His eyes widened.
"K-Kirin—"
"Shh," she hushed him.
"B-but—"
She lay down on the bed, pulling him on top of her.
"Kirin—"
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for soft kiss, short and sweet.
"W-we can't—"
She slowly unbuckled his belt.
"K-Kirin, we shouldn't—"
She unbuckled her belt.
"I-I don't—"
She unbuttoned his pants, sliding them off.
"I don't want you to—"
She pulled her own pants off.
"I don't want you to do this—"
She removed his boxers; the only thing in the way was her underwear.
"Don't do this until you're ready—"
She slid her underwear off.
"K-Kirin—"
She met his eyes, a determined expression on her face.
"I'm ready."
He hesitated.
She leaned up and kissed him passionately, running her hands over his body.
He caved.
Gaahh, that was so awkward to write! O.O I'm so not used to writing stuff like that! I do rather like the way it came out, though... Let me know what you think! :)