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Sweet, Innocent, Shared…

He had no intentions of going down his father's footsteps in becoming a world-class pervert.

However as he looked at his sweet girlfriend who was biting her lips while thinking about the next answer, he feared that he might be going down that line.

He tried to turn away; think of other things, like… like… Inui-senpai's supposedly health drinks!

He was finally successful!

"Ryoma-kun? Are you alright? You're a little green in the face!"

The concerned voice of Ryuzaki Sakuno drifted past the horrible sensory memory of Inui-senpai's newest Penal-Tea and brought him straight back on the road to perversion.

No! He refused to go there!

He did not want to end up like his stupid idiot of a father who drooled over porn magazines day and night!

"Ryoma-kun?"

Ryoma looked at Sakuno as she leaned towards him, concern in her eyes and… lip-gloss on her lips… no!

He should never have agreed to do teach her English in her room while her grandmother was busy.

He had no idea what kind of effect that being in this situation would have on a young, healthy, very-much-in-love sixteen-year-old boy with raging hormones.

If he had known, he would have chosen the library or somewhere with other people.

Now, he was surrounded with her sweet scent that was light and warm and feminine.

He felt that he was going to be drunk because she was just so sweet on his senses.

Her voice which was flimsy silk soothed over his skin.

Her eyes which were wide and dark pulled him in until he knew it was him, and not her, that was the beholder of them.

Her hair which were loose from their usual braids were a waterfall of gossamer threads that flowed gently down her back, over her shoulders and teased his arms.

She was leaning closer now, saying something…

He could not concentrate…

She was so beautiful…

His girlfriend, Sakuno, his only… no one else… and he was hers… no… he was not like his father… he would not turn into a pervert because he did not want porn magazines… he only wanted her…

Mesmerized he found himself answering her earlier question, his brain barely registering what he had said, "I'm fine…"

Mesmerized, he found himself leaning closer to Sakuno.

She blushed at his closeness and was about to put a hand on his chest as if to push him further away.

To prevent it from happening, he grasped her soft hand in his much tougher one and held it firmly.

Sakuno could not turn away from his mesmerizing eyes, so like a cat's and she trembled slightly.

She did not know whether it was from her shyness… or whether it was anticipation.

She murmured brokenly, "R-Ryoma…kun…"

Seeing her soft lips say his name and hearing his name from her maiden's voice,

Ryoma responded quietly, unwittingly, seductively, "Sakuno…"

He leaned in closer and tilted his head to have his first taste of her sweet, sweet lips.

He stopped just inches from them and his eyes looked into hers, questioning.

He wanted it to be a mutual decision because this was their first time and ought to be special.

He did not want to just take but he also wanted her to take.

She was special… to him and he knew that he was special to her.

Sakuno took a deep breath and caught his scent.

It was deep and rich, lazily so and she took courage from it.

She took courage from her prince and leaned in and closed her eyes and they kissed.

In her innocently decorated bedroom, on a quiet peaceful afternoon, Ryoma and Sakuno shared their first, sweetly chaste kiss.

The End