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“This is... embarrassing,” She says simply. Finally moving her head back to meet yours, she adds. “But that’s okay.”
Your arms move almost by themselves around her body, bringing her closer to you and offering silent comfort. "This is only the beginning. You still have time to turn back, if you're not sure."
"No, I...I want this." Before you have time to so much as smile at her, her lips are upon yours. The kiss is hardly more than a light brush against you, and her embarrassment shines through it. This girl really is going to take some work.
You come together once more, having since turned her to face you. With your arm around her shoulders and her body close enough to feel her heartbeat, your second kiss lasts and lasts, any potential protests silenced by another lean or another push. Minutes pass, one after another, simply kissing. It's a small step, but if this is her first time, it's common sense to take it slow. When it ends, the only sound in the room is Nitori's heavy breathing (as much as your imagination makes little sizzles from her cheeks) and the light taps of your feet against the floor, moving slowly, subtly toward her bed.
And a surprised cry of "Waah!" as she trips back and collapses onto it, followed by beautiful laughter. Enough of a distraction to get your shirt off without breaking the flow of things too much, which you gladly take advantage of before joining her on the bed. There's no escape now, Nitori. You're in it for the long run. And for that matter, so are you. This isn't exactly something you can write off after this, but that's okay. The thought of leaving her after all you've been through...what are the chances?
0.029 percent. But that's not important right now. Right now, the love of your life (of which you are 99.971 percent positive) is right in front of your eyes, and your fingers are currently unoccupied. Clearly this needs to be remedied. "Nitori...are you ready for this?" Her expression betrays only joy. As you look into each others' eyes, hers half-closed and contrasting their deep blue with the red that still adorns her cheeks, she simply smiles and nods.
"I trust you, Bill. I'm ready." She doesn't need to say more. One more long kiss accompanies the sensation of your hands, one alternating between squeezing her nipple and massaging the breast around it, drawing slight moans from her with each change in motion, and one slowly moving down her side, caressing every curve, digging underneath her bloomers, until reaching the inside of her thighs.
Something about the way she gasps through her nose the moment your fingers reach her inner thigh as though desperate for breath but unwilling to move her lips away gives you the distinct feeling that tonight will be rather fun for the two of you.
For all the cursing you can do at those cluttered thoughts sometimes, they do have their purposes at times. Not only can you focus at the task at hand (ha) but you can focus on everything else at once. Every sensation isn't just filtered through, it's comprehended. You can feel every breath of air against your face, every brush of your skin as her body convulses, every beat of her heart and the sound of every moan and gasp, and even through all that, you can still tweak her nipple and massage her breast, still play back and forth with her tongue – her mouth, yours, the distinction doesn't even exist any more – and you can most definitely both work and feel your finger, judging from how many times she's gone to call your name only to cut herself off with a gasp – even listening to the subtle changes in her heart rate and breathing tip you off on what works. You were already decent at this before, but in the past 5 minutes you've gotten even better. Still, this kind of a reaction...she wasn't kidding around when she said you were her first.
One finger isn't enough, though. If your little buddy down there is gonna get any action tonight, we're gonna need to step this up – and so gently, carefully, and with great resistance, in goes another. To great acclaim, even! It's a good thing she's got some self-control, you think for a moment – or else those fingers might do a little more than leave scratch marks in your back. As small as she is, you still have to remember that she is a youkai, and a virgin at that. If you can't keep her relaxyou don't have to think about that right now. Hello, Nitori's lips. You seem awfully friendly. In between kisses and moans, she says breathily, "Bill...Bill, this is ammmmaAAAhhn...this's amazing..." Oh, this is only the beginning. Knowing what's to come, you can only smile and go to muffle her with a kiss. "Nitori, you haven't seen the half of it."
Looks like the initiative is all yours, and it's time to take it. Leaving the warmth of her insides, you back up off the bed and take a moment as you undo your pants to admire her lying down, her modest (Perfect, as far as you're concerned. More than a handful's a waste.) chest rising and falling with each breath, her skin glistening with sweat, and her face – that gorgeous face, looking more serene than you've ever seen her, smiling back up at you. Lord only knows what she's going to look like when you're done here.
As you lean in once again, now thoroughly pantsless, you catch just a hint of nervousness on Nitori's face which is quickly replaced by a delicate giggle at your sad attempt at removing her bloomers with your teeth, complete with growling noises and suggestively raised eyebrows. If you can't be a nerd in bed – let alone with Nitori – then you can't be a nerd anywhere. A moment's awkward shift to a more comfortable position for the two of you on the bed, and once again you find yourself above her.
"Are you still nervous?" The big question.
"A...A little. I'm kind of afraid, still. It's supposed to hurt, right?"
"Don't be. I'll try and be as gentle as I can, but if you don't relax it'll only hurt more. Can you trust me?" The silence is deafening. After a long, pregnant pause, she breaks it with, "Yeah. Yeah, I trust you." Her fingers intertwine with yours as she speaks, slowly and softly.
"Thank you." You may have known – or hoped hard enough to know, anyways – that it was coming, but actually hearing it is such a relief. "You're sure you don't want to turn off the lights? I hear it helps embarrassed girls calm down some."
"No, I'm fine. I want to be able to see you, as clear as I can, for all of this."
There's nothing more to say. Any words you could possibly come up with would only cheapen what you have right now, so for all you care all the world's poets can shut up while you give Nitori one more kiss and gently slide to the tune of her surprised moan, deeper and deeper inside her, until you feel a light pressure against your tip. The moment of truth...all of this may be over within seconds, but it'll decide how tonight goes. Was it all a failure, or will it be the best night of her life? "You're ready for this?"
One last time, she nods and bites her lip for a second, only to hold you tighter and try to distract herself by exploring your mouth with her tongue.
It's just a thin piece of skin. It doesn't take much to tear right through it – it's no big effort on your part, it doesn't take more than a second. For Nitori, though, it spurs a short gasp and a very sudden tightening of her arms. Within a moment, it's all over – she's broken off the kiss, and she smiles.
"I love you, Bill."
"I love you too, Nitori."
Roll for diplomacy. Natty 20. Relax command successful.