Ayanne x Adahlen (both 20 years old) / 1421 words.
Warning: this gets too sappy because they are. It’s not my fault.
I really add no context here, so if you’d like to know more about them take a look at Ayanne’s backstory and the ship tag. Divider from here.
We've been sitting under a tree in silence for over half an hour. How can she come up, all of a sudden, with a question like this is beyond me. No wonder I'm obsessed with her.
"You cannot joke on this, Ayanne."
Her eyes shine with resolution, almost affronted. Oh Annie, Annie, Annie… Are you really asking? I was sure this moment would never come. I was ready to watch her from afar for the rest of my life.
"I'm so tired of feeling rejected. I want to be happy, Adahlen", her eyes shine, in the wrong way this time. Her voice breaks a little. "Please, make me happy."
And how can I say no to that.
The moment her mouth is on mine, I'm lost. "Annie…"
I've dreamt ten thousand times about this. She takes my head in her hands, slowly suck on my lips. I've never kissed anyone before. Never wanted anyone but her. She's so soft, it's intoxicating…
I've dreamt ten thousand times about this, yet it's nothing like I've imagined. Suddenly she's everywhere, her tongue slides along my upper lip, inside my mouth, hands in my hair, down my neck, under my collar. "Annie…"
I've dreamt ten thousand times about our first kiss, and it wasn't like this. She licks into my mouth again. "Annie, wait". Deep. It wasn't like this.
"Gods, Annie, slow down, slow down!" She stops. Huge eyes look at me.
"Too much?", she bites her lip. Creators, she's gorgeous.
"Can we slow down?" I'm out of breath. "This is not a first kiss, for the love of the Gods, Ayanne. It's more like, I don't know, the fifth?!"
Do I sound exasperated? I am, a little.
But she laughs. "…the second?"
"Third," I can give her no more than that. It's not like I'm complaining, but, "do you have any idea how long I've waited for this? Kissing you?" I think she does. "Let me… savor it."
"Alright", and she flashes the brightest of smiles, like she doesn't know it makes my heart stop every time. She giggles a sorry, then closes her eyes.
"Give me a true first kiss, then.”
I wait there, diligently - I can be diligent when I want, if you ask nicely. Eyes closed. Heart thrumming, for some reason. Half of me hopes I haven't ruined this already. The other half is amused, Adahlen is always so dramatic. Especially with me.
I'm still waiting, eyes closed, growing impatient because, hey, where's my kiss?And then it comes. The lightest of touches. His lips barely brush mine, and he stops there, still, for what seems like a whole minute. His breath uneven and soft and warm against my skin. He doesn't move. Time doesn't move. I know I shouldn't, but I take a peek. We're so close, of course we're so close. And he… he looks like he's in heaven.
Then he starts to move. The gentlest of kisses, one after the other, on every inch of my mouth. Slow. Sweet. Oh, so sweet. My heart melts, and I'm floating.
He's still kissing me, and I try to kiss him back but I cannot stop the smile. He clashes against my teeth, mutters a sorry. There's nothing to be sorry about. Is it too much to say this is the best kiss I've ever had? It's so precious. I want it to never end.
When he opens his eyes, he's smiling too, I've never seen him smile this wide, it feels good. And for a while we just stare into each other, our foreheads touching, grinning like two idiots. Or like two lovebirds. Is this the new us?
"Well," he clears his throat, "now you can… you know… resume that aggressive, passionate, languid kiss of yours."
We both burst out laughing. I like the new us. It's still us, but so much better.
"No… You were right, that one must be at least a third kiss, but we're still at the second. Can you kiss me again like you just did, instead?"
Can you kiss me like this for the rest of my life?
"Do you want to make love?"
"For Falo’Din’s sake, Ayanne… No??"
I'm not sure how long we've been here, we're like at the sixth kiss, maybe seventh (how do you even count?), and yes, YES, I want to make love to her — may the Dread Wolf take me — but not now? What is wrong with her??? Is something wrong with me?
"You sure?", she grins, "because, you know…", she arches an eyebrow, and looks down. I'm hard, naturally. Gods.
"Of course I'm excited, what did you expect??"
"Well," she shrugs, like she's asking to go have breakfast, "we can do it, if you want."
She smiles, a really sweet one, and just sits there looking at me, half disheveled, hair in disarray, a shoulder peeking out of her tunic. Mythal, save me.
I need to clear my head, stand up, what am I even supposed to say? I try to speak but just gape like an idiot instead.
"Here's what we will do." I kneel down again, take her hands in mine. "We stay here for a while, kiss a bit more, then we fall asleep under this oak, with your head on my shoulder and me stroking your hair. And tomorrow we will go on one of our long walks, except it'll be special this time—"
"With so many kisses," she interrupts, makes me chuckle.
"Yes, as many as you want , and—"
"We won't walk much I fear", she interrupts again and I just laugh.
"Let me finish…" I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She's so beautiful. "And we will do the same the day after, and the day after that — oh well, we have training on Wednesdays—"
She jumps a little, "We will have to resist not to touch each other at training or the Keeper will be fuuuurious!! …sorry, go on."
"Yes, and… and only when we won't be able to wait anymore, only then, we… ", my voice breaks into an exhale, I can't even say it aloud, "will make love."
If you'll still want me by then.
"Sounds like a date… several dates." She smiles. Leans towards me.
A week later, we make love.
He's nervous, says he doesn't know where to put his hands. That he wants to make it right, for me — Creators, isn't he sappy — that I'll have to be patient until he learns. He doesn't know all the others didn't know where to put their hands, either. But they didn't care. Nobody really cared before him, I realize it only now. I've been so stupid.
He's nervous, and while he's usually the one who guides between us, I take his role for once. I try to make him laugh, I'm very good at that, because I really need him to relax or I'll get nervous too. It's just sex after all, isn't it? Not for him, I know — my Adahlen, always so dramatic. And for me? With him, I'm not that sure anymore.
We lay there, spent. He's not nervous anymore, now. Says he hopes it was for me at least half as good at it was for him, because that was definitely the best sex he's ever had. Idiot.
"So?", he asks, as soon as he's out of the bliss.
"So what?", I'm playing with his hair, make some little braids. It's relaxing. Intimate. "Oh my, do you really wanna know how it was for me? That's not something you're supposed to ask, Adahlen!"
"Sure it is, how else am I supposed to know?"
I must be glaring at him, because he adds, "Come on, Annie… Please."
I exhale an exaggerated breath. "Well, I…"
I won't tell him for me it was not exactly the best sex I've ever had. I don't really care how it was, we will have plenty of time to learn together and that's the fun part.
I could tell him it was definitely the most beautiful. That I'm not even sure my previous times really count, because this one felt so different.
"I was thinking…", my hands stop to comb his hair, and he looks at me expectantly. "I was thinking that this was kind of a first time for me, too. Can't really say I've ever… really made love, before."
