i'm sorry that this part is so short! thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed. i really wanted to update this, but the fact that i've never written truly M-rated fiction is keeping me from actually putting those M-rated situations into coherent sentences. so it's probably going to seem like i'm dragging this out... but in truth i also want to focus on the characterization, as absurd as that sounds. i figure that if i'm going to write porn, i might as well try and be in-character and somewhat realistic about it.

enough of my talking. i hope you enjoy this little part, even though it's not as juicy as the rating would imply. next time...!

intimacy | part two
naoto/heine
getting a little more nsfw.
word count 550+

She had kissed him a few times before this, always taking it slow and easing into the initial contact. Neither of them was very experienced, so it had been difficult figuring out the right... placement of things. Calling those moments "awkward" was an understatement.

This time though, Naoto felt like she had more control. She brought her lips fully against his, not wanting to waste any time. She had to let him know what she had in mind.

However, he didn't expect it. His response was one of mild shock, his mouth hardly moving, but she wasn't going to back down. Naoto slid her hands up his neck and kissed him harder, letting her tongue glide over his lips to make her point, which yielded a response. Heine's lips opened for her, and she felt the rest of his mouth come forward to meld with hers. It had only taken a little coaxing, which made her optimistic.

But she wasn't expecting how sloppy it was going to be. Kissing Heine like this, she found, was like learning to dance with a partner that was as clueless as you were. She hadn't thought it was possible to stumble with tongues and lips and teeth, but he was proving her wrong.

Eventually they found a certain rhythm and motion that worked. And again like dancing, once Heine found his footing… the only way she could describe the effect was "dizzying". Naoto's head began to spin, partly due to lack of breath, and partly due to the fact that her heart was beating three times as fast.

When the two took a break to breathe, Naoto was the one leaning with her back against the window for support. Both of Heine's hands had found her face, and her grip on his neck had tightened considerably. They stood staring at each other for a moment, with only the sound of their breaths penetrating the stillness of the air.

His dark red eyes finally broke contact with hers, and he looked away at nothing in particular with a clearly flustered expression on his face. Naoto felt her face flush with embarrassment, despite her best efforts to prevent it from happening.

"What the hell was that," he grumbled, still avoiding her gaze.

"Was it too much?" Her brow furrowed slightly. She paused. "We won't get anywhere if you're too shy for something that mild."

"There was nothing mild about that! And who said—who said we were going anywhere?" he looked back at her in confusion.

"...You still haven't let go of me."

His eyes widened at the realization. She was right; his hands hadn't moved from her face. She wrapped her arms around him once more, stared straight into his eyes, and pulled him close enough to hear her whisper.

"I won't let go until you do," she told him.

In the back of her mind, she was very aware and embarrassed of what she just said, and it showed in the fierce blush creeping across her face. But she had sincerely meant it, and she most certainly didn't regret it. There was an unusual craving building inside of her, and though it was something new and different… she wasn't afraid.

And when he kissed her again, to her surprise, it was clear that he felt the same.