This is my first story, so please enjoy reading.

I don't own anything.

Jeanne d'Arc, The Maid of Orleans, an ordained Saint, had undergone various experiences during her time as a Heroic Spirit.

Whether it be meeting new individuals, tasting different types of food, or traveling to various locations throughout time, Jeanne could certainly say that she had definitely done as much, as one could, in her place.

There was, however, one thing that she was slightly embarrassed to say aloud, that she had yet to do.

And that was... kissing.

Deep down, Jeanne knew that it wasn't something that she should concern herself with, however after overhearing the past experiences from the other female servants, especially the more experienced ones, a small part of Jeanne wanted to know what it was like to kissed by another person, one that wasn't family.

Knowing that she couldn't just ask anyone, not unless Jeanne wanted to give off the wrong impression or gain unwanted attention, she knew that had to find the right person to whom she would share a kiss with.

As Jeanne continued to think over her options, the sound of a familiar voice grabbed her attention.

"Hello, Jeanne."

Said Ruler stopped in her tracks as she realized that she had come into contact with a certain red clad Archer.

Noticing who it was, Jeanne deciding to take her chances, asked him a question.

"Emiya, do you have a moment?"

Emiya faced the young French woman, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you need something?"

Jeanne took a breath before she continued.

"Yes. I have a favor to ask of you, if you have no objections, of course."

"And what would that be?"

Jeanne opened her mouth to answer, not realizing her own cheeks were turning a shade of red.

Emiya's own did the same, after hearing what Jeanne needed his help with.

Jeanne, currently sitting on her bed, kept looking down at the floor, to anyone who could see, it was painfully obvious that young woman was nervous.

"It's okay, if you don't want to do this."

Emiya, sitting beside her, decided to ask if Jeanne wanted to stop.

"N-No, I'm fine, Emiya. Let us begin."

Despite the stemmer in her voice, Emiya could see that Jeanne wanted to go forword, the archer servant nodded, before he continued.

"Alright, what would you like to do?"

Jeanne closed her eyes, clearly thinking over what she would be willing to partake in.

Emiya patiently waited, until her eyes opened.

"You know different forms of kissing, correct?"

"I do."

Jeanne twiddling her thumbs for a few moments, before she went on.

"Then... I would like to experience each of them. But only that. J-Just kissing not..."

Seeing that she was becoming uneasy at eveing saying the word "sex," Emiya slowly put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down.

Feeling the weight of his hand on her shoulder, Jeanne looked to Emiya, who had a reassuring look on his face.

"Jeanne, I would never ask you to do anything that you are uncomfortable with. You know know that, right?"

Hearing the sincerity in his voice, the Ruler servant, after giving herself a moment to relax, gave a small smile.

"Yes, I know that, Emiya. Please, begin whenever you are ready."

Seeing that there would no issues, Emiya proceed to move closer to Jeanne, leaning down as he did so.

Believing that he was going for her lips, Jeanne closed her eyes, as well as puckered her lips.

Emiya, however, placed his lips on her forehead, much to her surprise.

"E-Emiya? What are you...?"

Stopping his actions, said man looked at the saint in the eye.

"You said you wanted to experience different forms of kissing, remember?"

Recalling that she had indeed said those words, Jeanne spoke.

"Very well, please continue."

Once again feeling his lips on her forehead, Jeanne silently enjoyed the sensation, closing her eyes, as she felt her face grow warm.

After a few moments, Emiya later moved his lips to her check.

As the he continued, Jeanne moved her arms, wrapping them around Emiya's neck

Who himself, wrapped his own around her waist.

Eventually, Emiya began slowly kissing Jeanne's neck, causing the young woman to moan in the process.

Emiya enjoyed the sounds she was making.

Jeanne, however, couldn't handle it anymore and begged Emiya to go further.

"P-P-Please Emiya... I can't wait any longer. I need you to...mmmmm."

Before Jeanne could even finish, Emiya quickly silenced her with his mouth.

The two pressed their bodies against each other, Jeanne feeling her soft body collide with Emiya's hard one, causing the two to moan even more.

After several minutes passed, the two separated, panting heavily, as blue and gray eyes met, staring deeply at one another.

"One more?"

"Of course."

Happy with his answer, Jeanne shifted their positions on the bed until Emiya found himself on top of her.

Before they could start again, Jeanne had something more she had to say.

"Emiya, if I need to ask for you again, will you...?"

Emiya, once again, locked his lips with the Saint's. After a while, she soon felt his tongue pressing against her lips, clearly asking to enter.

Jeanne, not being one to turn someone away, gladly opened her mouth, the pair of tongues soon connected.

Still as the less experienced of the two, Jeanne gave in, as she felt Emiya's tongue begin to dominate her own.

Soon, he began to explore the insides of her mouth with his tongue, Jeanne ended up moaning louder than she had before.

Once finished, Emiya separated from her. He noticed the dazed look on Jeanne's face.

"Does that answer your question?"

Jeanne could only nod before she pulled him into another intense makeout session.

The End

Yeah, sorry for anyone who thought that this was going to be a full-on lemon, maybe the next fic.

Till next time.