I can see that he's embarrassed and I don't want him to be, so I kiss his
warm cheeks and his chin, the corner of his mouth. When he mentions that
it's a song, it triggers some sort of memory in the back of my brain, a
fractured melody that I can't quite put together.
When he speaks again, my eyes flutter open and I pull back to look at him,
smiling softly as I nod. I reach up to push his hair back, thumbing at his
temple. "I know, Bits. I want to with you, too. But only when you're really
ready. First times are a big deal."
And I want his to be better than mine. Not that it was awful, but-- it
could have been better.
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Date: 2016-10-24 09:33 pm (UTC)I can see that he's embarrassed and I don't want him to be, so I kiss his warm cheeks and his chin, the corner of his mouth. When he mentions that it's a song, it triggers some sort of memory in the back of my brain, a fractured melody that I can't quite put together.
When he speaks again, my eyes flutter open and I pull back to look at him, smiling softly as I nod. I reach up to push his hair back, thumbing at his temple. "I know, Bits. I want to with you, too. But only when you're really ready. First times are a big deal."
And I want his to be better than mine. Not that it was awful, but-- it could have been better.