im/pure. (slightly nsfw) livecastershipping (curtis/rosa) drabble a/n: they are aged up, of course hehe
His heart wouldn’t stop racing. His hands were sweating, and every time he caught them sweaty, he’d wipe them on his pants. He’d think to himself ‘that’s gross,’ he wouldn’t dare touch her with hands like that.
But he was going to.
They had planned it for this evening. And this evening started to come sooner, and sooner. The agreed upon time seemed to travel quickly, it would be here any minute. He kept fidgeting, shaking, nervous. All of it felt wrong to him – the way it was going to transpire, but every time they kissed in the past, he could feel himself wanting more. And finally, with his voice shaking and his cheeks the same color of her name, he told her.
“R-Rosa,” he panted and swallowed. He wiped his hands again. They just wouldn’t stop being wet. Wet.
She smiled back at him, as she pulled away from his face after their kiss. The girl knew exactly what he had been thinking about; he was the most transparent person she’d ever met. He never thought much about performing in front of thousands, nor did he feel an ounce of anxiety whenever he conducted interviews.
But when it was just the two of them, he melted.
Curtis would become absolutely malleable, and he wanted to mold himself to her. The Unova champion was flattered, and although she had also changed the fate of her region, even she, too, would become nervous around him. After all, they would both be each other’s firsts. In the funniest, strangest, loveliest sensations they’ve stirred in the other, she wanted to experience it all with him.
Softly, she dragged her hand over to his, picking it up. “W-What’s up… Rosa?” He continued to ask, somewhat flustered.
“Shh,” she gently responded, with a sugary smile. She batted her eyes at him, bringing his hand to her chest. He gulped, his hands and arms still shaking. He had never, absolutely never, touched a girl in such a way… but he wanted to grasp. Rosa arched his hand along with hers over her breast, as she brought herself closer to him.
Without having to cue him, he began to tenderly kiss her… and then kiss her deeply. As their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths, Curtis summoned a little more courage and brought his other free hand to her hip. Slowly, carefully, he snuck his fingertips underneath the hem of her shirt.
As his hand traveled to her bare waist, she released her hand atop his on her chest and used her hands to fumble against his buttons on his pants. They kissed more deeply, more passionately, colliding into the other. He felt the nervousness disappear and the desire grow. At that moment, he removed her hands from his pants and undid the buttons and zipper himself.
It was finally his time to make the moves.
