ᯓ★ lots of fluff, reader goes by she/her pronouns! (This is late and short— sorry—)
He confessed first.
It came as a shocker to everyone since nobody thought he'd be the type to.
But again he's the type to be like 'If she rejects me then she rejects me'
So imagine his surprise when you said yes. He had a whole script ready for when you said no so he was just stumbling over his words like a mess when you did accept his feelings.
Speaking of, you're the only person in his life he has a hard time of saying no to. Its like you bring out this carefreeness inside him people rarely gets to see.
You once asked him to glitter bomb Raph's punching bag so that everytime he swings at it glitter explodes out of nowhere.
Obviously Leo gave you that stern "No" but next thing you know he's reminding Raph to train.
Completely walking him into the trap you've set up.
You guys enjoy sharing your food... or more like you eating his food since he eats like an IG model.
He always passes you the soda cans when he's done drinking from it and its like he only took a few sips from it.
He has a strict diet.
So yes he cares about his greens.
And yes he cares about your health.
Voluntarily helps you workout. It doesn't have to be intense (unless you suggest so), he just wants you to be in good health.
He'd hate to see you get sick.
You once got a fever and he literally dropped out of everything (even patrols) to take care of you. Because of that the fever only lasted for a few days rather than a week.
You love being carried and he doesn't mind it at all.
He actually enjoys how giddy it makes you feel.
Would spin you around like a Disney princess if you'd let him.
Has definitely caught you playing with his katana before.
He doesn't say anything, just leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded as he watches you attempt to open your snacks with the katana because you couldn't find any scissors.
So you know the blue ribbon that hangs from his katana?
That would become your signature look.
Either its used to tie your ponytail, shoes, skirts, its whatever.
It was like a discreet way to say you were his.
And he loves it. He goes crazy over it but you wouldn't know because he always manages to keep his composure.
That doesn't mean he won't kiss you and say how beautiful you are.
Loves to smell the heck out of you.
If you're ever passing by, either to get something or talk to someone, he will always wrap his arms around from the back before he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
Your smell is just so addictive to him.
The only way he can put it into words is how the smell of you just calms him down entirely.
Out of everybody, he feels he can drop his strong leader demeanor and be his stupid self when he's around you.
Is very cheeky when its just the two of you.
He loves tickling you when you least expect it and then finds it amusing having to watch you try to fight your way out of it.
Its not like he can help it.
That pouty angry look of yours just encourages him even more.
He definitely calls you baby. Clichés is best after all.
"I've missed you baby" He'd say before lifting you by the chin to kiss you.
Yes he's a huge kisser. There is not a day that goes where he doesn't kiss you.
Either its quick kiss on the cheek or a long passionate one.
However, his love language is basically words of affirmation.
There's nothing better than voicing your love for someone. Well that's what he thinks.
You do call him cheesy for some of the things he said but he just shuts you up with kisses so that you both end up sounding like laughing fools.
Talks about you all the time... especially when he's with the others.
Always mentioning how you would love these flowers, how you would love the bright moon and whatever else it is that you'd love. He always feels the need to bring you up.
First kiss headcanons with TMNT boys? (Separately, hope it makes sense lol)
YAS IT DOES I LOVE IT.
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FIRST KISS HEADCANONS TMNT BAYVERSE X FEM! READER
Leonardo
Leo’s the slow burn of slow burns. He doesn’t rush a damn thing, especially not something as intimate as this.
He’s been fighting the urge for weeks, but every time your hand brushes his arm or you smile up at him after a mission… the control cracks a little more.
You notice him stealing glances. That stoic face flickers, eyes soft, mouth tense like he’s biting words back.
When you ask, “What is it?” he exhales, the type of sigh that sounds like surrender.
He leans in a little too close, still trying to hold onto his composure. His voice drops “I shouldn’t… but I really want to.”
His hand ghosts over your jaw before he pulls back, testing you, giving you a chance to stop him. You don’t.
The kiss starts feather-light, almost hesitant. Then his discipline dissolves, his other hand slides to the back of your neck, deepening it.
When he finally pulls away, forehead resting against yours, he whispers “You’re going to ruin my focus.”
You smirk, breathless: “Good.”
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Raphael
Raph’s the type to fight his feelings like they’re another enemy to beat. He’s all bark until it’s about you, then suddenly he’s tongue-tied.
The first kiss doesn’t happen soft. It happens loud, after one too many teases, one too many looks.
You’re arguing about something stupid (probably him being reckless again), and he smirks, all cocky “What, ya worried about me or somethin’, sweetheart?” You roll your eyes, shove his shoulder — and he catches your wrist. That’s when the mood shifts.
His grin falters. The heat in his eyes changes — not anger anymore, but something dangerous in a different way.
He steps closer, testing boundaries he knows damn well he’s about to cross.
“You keep lookin’ at me like that, I’m gonna do somethin’ you won’t forget.”
You whisper, “Then do it.”
That’s it.
He kisses you like it’s the last fight he’ll ever win — rough hands, firm grip, but still holding back just enough to not scare you.
When he breaks the kiss, his voice is low “Now you can worry ‘bout me all you want.”
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Donatello
Donnie’s crush on you? Obvious to everyone but him. He overthinks it to the point of paralysis
The first kiss isn’t planned. It’s a glitch in the system.
You wake him gently, brushing his shoulder — and he startles, knocking over a wrench. His face goes red instantly.
You laugh, leaning in to help him, and that’s when you realize how close your faces are. He freezes.
His brain short-circuits: words fail, calculations gone. Just heartbeat and warmth.
You whisper something teasing like, “What, no smart comeback this time?”
He swallows hard, eyes flicking to your lips, then back up.
“I can… think of a few responses.”
Before he loses the nerve, he leans in, soft, uncertain, trembling. The kind of kiss where his hand hesitates halfway before resting on your waist.
It’s shy at first, sweet, but there’s passion simmering under it, the kind that only builds from long, quiet yearning.
When he pulls away, he’s breathless and dazed, mumbling, “I think I just discovered a new law of attraction.”
You grin, “Yeah? You gonna write a paper on it?”
“Only if you’re my co-author”
My poor guy's brain is overheating lmao
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Michelangelo
Mikey’s been flirting since day one, but it’s usually jokes, nicknames, cheeky winks, until this night (oops)
The laughter fades, replaced by this hush where you both realize… something shifted.
He’s looking at you, smile softening, the goofiness melting into something almost tender.
“Y’know, I joke a lot” he says, voice suddenly low “but this right here? Kinda feels like my favorite dream.”
You tilt your head, teasing, “You dream about me often?”
He grins, but there’s a blush creeping up his neck. “Only the good kind, angel.”
Then he moves closer — his hand brushing your hair back, fingers lingering a little too long.
You can feel his breath when he murmurs, “Can I?” (HE IS SO CUTE)
You nod.
The kiss is sweet, but alive, all warmth and smile and heartbeat. He tastes like bubblegum and adrenaline.
Halfway through, he chuckles softly against your lips. “Damn, I’m gonna need a sequel.”
You laugh into the kiss, hand on his chest, feeling it race.
If it wouldn't be much trouble, could you please do some headcannons for the 2012 boys for the following scenario: The guys (aged-up) either have a partner or a crush, and they get their first boner when their partner/crush comes around the lair one day wearing more revealing clothing because there's been a heat wave in New York? Like tight shorts, tank tops, etc. It's the first time it happened so how would they react, would they get embarassed, whose soul leaves their body if the crush/partner notices it, who wants to get swallowed up into a hole, who tries to play it off smooth and fails totally, I think it would be fun to see their reactions lol, love your stuff!!
His First Time Getting Hard Around You (18+)
2012!Turtles x reader
A/N: This one has been swimming around in the back of my head for some time, and I've finally been able to write it! Hope you'll enjoy!💚
All characters are aged up.
Warnings: Crush, established relationships, fantasying, turtley anatomy, boner?, member dropping, implied sex.
Leonardo:
Leo had had a crush on you for quite some time, and no matter how hard he tried to hide it and keep his feelings buried deep within himself, he couldn’t stop his feelings from growing bigger and stronger as the time passed on. But nothing could have prepared him for more than just his feelings growing bigger and stronger…
It was on a Friday evening, when you had come by the lair to hang out with the turtles, and watch a few movies with them. The usual stuff you guys did together. But today, Leo just couldn’t keep his eyes from you…
He sat on the couch, watching you in one of the bean bags. You were totally focused on what was happening on screen, not noticing the way Leo’s eyes roamed over your body, taking in all of your curves. The way your jeans hugged your thighs, and the way your top made your breast look so much bigger than usual.
Leo just couldn’t help himself as his eyes stayed on you, his slowly stripping you of clothes, until you laid naked in the bean bag. In his head it was suddenly just you and him in the lair, and in his thoughts you were looking at him, asking him to come over so you could help him… Help him? Help him with what?
That was when Leo felt it, and when he looked down, he found to his horror that his thought about you naked had excited him. Enough to make the head of his member press against the inside of his cloaca, threatening to drop out.
In his mortified state, Leo stood straight up, made sure not to make eye contact with you, before sprinting straight for his bedroom, leaving you and his brothers confused, wondering what on had Leo running like that.
Raphael:
You and Raphael had been dating for quite some time, but still hadn’t gotten around to tell your friends and family about it. Instead you decided to keep it a secret, giving each other glances from across the room, trying not to blush or smile too much, alerting the others to what was going on between the two of you.
Raph wasn't sure what was going on with him, when you came down to the lair one day. Maybe it was because spring was getting closer, or maybe his head had just finally started to catch up with the fact that you were dating. But Raph just couldn't stop imagining you in rather compromising positions.
Watching you sitting on the couch, Raph imagined himself walking over and spreading your legs open for him, before burying his face deep between your thighs, making you push him further into you while throwing your head back in loud pleasure. Or noticing you looking at your nails, pickinging your hand wrapped around his member, with your pretty eyes looking up at him. Or when you stood in front of him, and he just couldn't help but stare at your ass, picturing all of the things he could do to you from behind.
And of course, with all of these amazingly juicy thoughts making their way through his head, it was no wonder that Raph started to feel his member harden within him.
When Raph finally managed to get a moment alone with you, he decided he could no longer hide what you had been doing to him all day. And he was not the least bit embarrassed to let you know.
While you were alone, Raph walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder, slowly swaying the two of you from side to side.
“You know what?”, he asked. You answered you didn't know. “I'm hard for you”.
This may or may not have ended with the two of you locking yourself in Raph's room, so that you could take care of his hard on.
Donatello:
It hadn’t been long after you and Donatello had finally started to date, meaning that the two of you were still figuring out the nature of your relationship, and just how you worked best together.
There was many things in your relationship that was new to both of you, especially when it came to the physical part. Well, with the exception of cuddling. Donnie had been a sucker for cuddling ever since day one, using every given opportunity to hold you close.
It was one of your weekly date nights, meaning that Donnie was over at your apartment to spend the night with movies, food and general quality time. You were hanging out together in your bedroom, talking about your day and cuddling up, as the two of you usually would do together.
Donnie was cuddling you as the big spoon, holding you close against him, so that your back was pressed against his plastron, and his snout buried in your hair. It was greatly comforting for him to be able to smell your hair, and close his eyes, as he listened to your voice as you told him about the things you had going on before he came over.
It was while Donnie laid there, feeling warm and comfortable, cuddling you in your bed, that his thoughts began to drift. Thoughts about the two of you together. About how happy you made him. About how beautiful you were… so beautiful…
You and Donnie both felt it around the same time. You felt something hard poke against your back, just as Donnie felt his hardened member slip out of him.
Donnie would have liked to be cool and collected, but instead he panicked, feeling embarrassed, trying his best to cover up his arousal for you. But you weren't panicked or embarrassed, but instead interacted and curious.
Later on when Donnie at times would get embarrassed for getting hard around you, you would often remind him that had he not gotten hard that one night as you were cuddling, then maybe it would have taken far longer before the two of you finally became sexually intimate with each other.
Michelangelo:
Things had been building up between you and Mikey for some time now. It was becoming more and more obvious that you no longer viewed each other as friends, but had started to wish for something more. What exactly you wished for was still a little hard to tell, and both of you were too nervous to ask, fearing it would bring it all to an end.
With tension so strong and flirting between the two of you, neither of you could hold back the lingering glances or the increasingly flirty smile and looks. And it only seemed to grow stronger and stronger day by day. Until one day the tension broke and there was no going back.
How and why you were hanging out alone with Mikey in his room was not so important. But what was important was what was going to happen in his room.
You sat together and were talking about whatever. Or at least you were talking. Mikey had zoned out while just staring at you.
His eyes were almost shameless in the way they undressed you, lingering long all over your body; on your lips, wondering how they would feel on his, or imagining them wrapped around him… Your hands and how they would feel on his body… Your hips and how they would move against him… So many hot and sweet thoughts Mikey welcomed with open arms.
Mikey didn't notice that you had stopped talking, nor that his own body had reacted to his lewd thoughts. Instead he continued to stare at you, until you finally managed to grab his attention back to you.
“Do you need help with that?”, you asked, gesturing towards the clear indication of arousal, that Mikey somehow hadn't noticed dropping out of him, and now stood long and hard for you to see.
And from that point on, you and Mikey did not have to fantasies about each other any longer, without getting to act out those fantasies.
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Can you imagine the boys receive their keys to the city, they take in the views of New York City from the crown of the Statue of Liberty, and now it’s time to go home because it’s getting late and the ceremony is over.
The boat pulls in, all the officers begin to board, and you (a detective or something), quickly take the last seat open.
You’re engaged in a deep conversation with one of your colleagues and then for a split second you catch a glance of Splinter standing nearby.
Sure, he’s a giant rat, and you’re still trying to process that fact, but you can tell he’s just a cute old man and your parents raised you to respect your elders, no matter what.
So you abruptly pause your conversation, rise from your seat, and say-
“Here, you can have my seat, sir.”
Then, without missing a beat, you continue chatting with your friend, now standing in front of them as if nothing had interrupted your flow.
But just as he begins to take a seat, you suddenly appear beside him, extending your arm to offer support, not knowing that he can literally do a handstand on one finger.
But you're so obviously kind that he just plays the helpless old man role and takes your arm before slowly sitting down with that typical old man sigh.
All while you're still chatting with your friend, not making a big fuss about it.
Splinter is just like, 'Wow, such a kind young lady.'
And then you have Leo, who watched the whole thing with literal hearts in his eyes, already planning yours and his wedding.
content: 18+, riding, Leo is annoying (affectionate)
The stark dichotomy between the Leo you know, your reliable best friend, your hype man, the one who nuzzles into your neck when refusing to let go of you and get up in the morning, and the Leo currently underneath you is startling.
You've seen this side of him before, of course. With Donnie during the Lair Games — "Second place, huh? What's that feel like?"—, with Mikey, whenever the two of them get lost in some essentially stupid competition, aching to prove everything through proving nothing. It's just never been directed at you before.
"What, tired already? Come on, you gotta put in some effort, babe."
The sleazy grin he's wearing is the same he's had when ordering his brothers to stand in honour of the five time champ while he speaks, arrogant humour bleeding through. Back then, you barely managed to stifle a giggle — Leo still noticed, practically beaming at making you laugh —, the high of your boyfriend being the best and being aware of it thrilling, leaving you to swoon a bit more than you'd ever admit.
Naively, you assumed you'd never be at the receiving end of his mean side. Past you was a fool.
"Are you, though?" Leo drawls, absentmindedly tracing patterns onto the curve of your hip. When his touch skates over your abdomen, you suck in a trembling breath. "Because I'm not seeing a lot of moving or bouncing. Thought you said you wanted to ride me and, what? Make me cry from pleasure? The only one crying here is you, sweetheart."
"I am", you snap, voice sharp and thighs trembling. Your nails dig into his shoulders and you hope they leave marks. "I am putting in effort. Help me out or be quiet."
At the time, you didn't take his brothers' frustration seriously. Now, you get their urge to make him pay.
You grit your teeth, jaw tense. Your eyes are definitely not watering. "This is harder than it looks."
Leo pauses mid-movement to level you a flat look. "I hope you appreciate how much self-restraint it's takin' me not to make that joke right now."
You hate him, and tell him as much.
It gets you a laugh in response, wheezing. "Sure you do", Leo croons, sitting up straighter, back against the headboard, and you choke on a moan as it jostles his dick inside of you. "Now c'mon. I wanna see you do this."
Your legs ache and you've barely started; oh, you're so choking on your bold claims from before, having severely underestimated how exhausting actually doing the work is. You're used to Leo on top of you, rutting into you with warrior's stamina, not showing even a hint of exhaustion. This is — well. A full gym session with Raph would be easier.
Holding onto his biceps for stability, you rise up on your knees, whimpering when only the tip stays in, then sink down again, body shaking with the strain. This shouldn't be this tiring. You occasionally work out in your free time, damn it—
Repeating the motion makes you whine low in your throat, sweat beading on your forehead. Your knees feel weak. When you move just right, he hits a spot inside that makes you clench, pleasure sparking up your spine, though when you shift again, muscles unwilling to support you for long, the rush of endorphins disappears.
At least Leo's also affected. When you take a moment to pay attention, he's trembling, plastron heaving. Your eyes drag up to his face, expecting flushed cheeks and the tense set of his jaw he gets whenever he's close, wanting evidence that this is good for him, too — only to be severely disappointed.
He's laughing at you.
Shaking with barely restrained wheezes, Leo's eyes are squeezed shut, his grin wide enough to make your blood boil. Pointedly, you rake your nails down the tough skin of his arms, barely leaving shallow welts that you know are bound to heal in literal seconds.
"I hate you so much." You both know you don't mean it, could never, but you force your glare into fierceness nonetheless. "I'm doing my best here; what are you contributing, exactly?"
"Sorry, sorry." Leo nearly chokes on a chuckle. "It's just — jeez, that looks near painful. Like you're actually suffering. Guess you're destined to be a pillow princess, huh?"
You scoff, though, by now, the idea of passing the exhausting part to him is not unappealing. You've proven your point, or at the very least tried to; the frustration of this not getting anywhere, arousal merely simmering underneath your skin, is overwhelming.
"You're not funny." A pause. "Whatever. Just get on with it."
Leo's grin turns sharp. "Bossy. I like it." At your eyeroll, he blows you a kiss, and bucks his hips up. His hands hold tight onto your torso, pulling you down at the same time; your spine arches, head falling back with a moan. You'll never get used to the pace he sets, strength effortless.
His grip shifts, wrist bending just so his thumb gets to draw tight circles around your clit while also keeping you in place, and, alright, you think, maybe you can forgive him for being annoying and arrogant after all.
Credit where credit is due. He's the best at making you feel good.
the. the creature. he's so boyfriend. had to write for him before getting sucked into another fandom (current options: Tokyo Revengers, Haikyuu, JJK.)
Imagine being sick and so you take a 'quick' nap at the lair, while the boys are out on patrol and they never realised that you slept over at the lair, then all they spot is you sleeping on the couch, cuddled up in Raph's knitted blanket and a plushie that Mikey gave you on your birthday, meanwhile Leo is making you tea when you wake up and Donnie is checking up on your heart rate just in case
If you could, write a scenario when the Rise Turtles and maybe April and Casey, and whoever else you'd want to add. Anyway, write out bullet points for how each would react to their romantic partnership casually not wearing pants. As in, the reader is comfortable enough around them to freely walk around their house pantsless.
Alright, I assume you mean reader is in their own house. Hope you enjoy!
Donnie:
It’s a flip of the coin whether he notices or not. When he comes over, he’s usually either deep in an info dump or diverting his attention to all of you.
When he notices, he audibly chokes. Bright red face aside, Donnie will straight up point it out to you in case you genuinely forgot.
Trying not to laugh at him, you explain that you’re just comfortable around him. This makes him kinda panicked, and even redder.
“Cool cool cool… I… am glad you- we have achieved that level of comfort in our romantic partnership.”
He tries to be nonchalant but avoids eye contact the rest of the night.
Donnie is clueless about romance and relationships, and he would internally die inside if he had to go to April for advice on this. So, he chooses to consult the internet and document his findings.
Really, what makes him scared is the sudden display of comfort, which in his eyes is also a form of vulnerability, in a way he can’t personally replicate or express himself towards.
After hours of research, thinking it over, and almost smiting Shelldon for prying, Donnie comes to a conclusion. He’s not going to ask you to stop, or allow it to make him uncomfortable (flustered is a different story). He’ll accept your display, and while he doesn’t have clothes to remove, he does have one thing.
The next time you come down to the lair, Donnie greets you without his battle shell. It’s a bit awkward and uncomfortable for him at first, and you might need to talk to him about it. But after a while, and a good amount of communication, he begins to take off his battle shell at your house, even letting you touch his soft shell. (You still have to wear pants at the lair though, that’s nonnegotiable)
It’s a special moment between the two of you, Donnie churring as he lays on your bare thighs, and you gently scratching his softshell, nails gliding around his back and committing each birthmark to memory.
Leo:
The complete opposite of Donnie. Notices immediately and gives his signature smirk. (Would also pull a fourth wall break and wiggle his eyebrows at the imaginary camera, despite not having any)
“Woah there, mi vida. Can’t we have some pizza first?”
You’d have to tell him that you don’t want sex, you’re just comfortable. Leo fakes a disappointed sigh, but is kinda flattered?? He’s not sure, but he likes what he sees.
He will shamelessly stare, and smack your ass every now and then. But, he does take his ankle and arm wrappings off when he comes over, or when you’re in his room at the lair. Leo recognizes it as a small step in your relationship, and is more affectionate as a result.
Will insist on sitting on your lap to read his favorite comics with you. Your legs fall asleep within minutes, and you can barely walk for the rest of the day, but it makes Leo happy so you don’t complain.
He also takes every opportunity to lay on your lap. You don’t mind because it’s comfy and he lets you do the same. (#thighsforlife)
Mikey:
He notices, but doesn’t comment on it at first. He’s internally screaming “OHMIGOSH-OHMIGOSH-OHMIGOSH” but on the outside he’s still the sweet and slightly chaotic Mikey you fell in love with
Would wait for you to initiate anything sexual, but you don’t. Oh well!
Would definitely ask for cuddles though.
More skin = more human and more warmth = best cuddles!
He snuggles into you, legs tangled with yours, and churring up a storm. It’s only on the second time that you don’t wear pants around him that he finally comments on it.
“I’m really happy you feel so comfortable around me. Have I ever told you you’re my favorite person in the world?” Mikey chirps and covers your face in kisses.
After a while, he might tease you here and there, but it’s all in good fun. If it’s after the Kraang invasion, he’ll take the wraps off his arms and let you touch and kiss his scarred hands more often.
Raph:
Almost faints when he sees you in your underwear, even if you’re in your own house. Tries to avert his eyes and look away like a gentleman, but his face is as red as his mask.
“Y/n, I uh-… think you-… forgot your um-…!”
You gently cup his face and explain that you’re just comfortable around him. You feel like you’re at a point in your relationship where you can be comfortable with each other.
“OH! That’s…!”
Mind Raph is basically screaming at him, but he’s cut off by the quiet thump of Raph’s giant tail wagging on your floor. His heart feels like it’s beating out of his chest, but he’s really happy that you both can be so vulnerable to each other.
Raph is still flustered, and speaking in third person for a bit, but the night ends with you curled up in his arms and the wagging of his tail waking up your downstairs neighbors.
Before he leaves, he will remind you to wear pants in the lair, and when he’s back in his room, he tries to think of ways he can express himself to you more.
April:
She straight up malfunctions for a second.
“Wha- uh- Hon, did I miss somethin’!?”
Did she miss a memo? Was she not supposed to be wearing pants??
When you explain that you’re just comfortable around her, April tries to be cool and brush it off, but her face is red for the rest of the night, and she can’t stop her eyes from wandering.
The next day, she rambles about it to Mayhem, who’s just trying to eat his breakfast in peace.
You decide to come over to help her with homework, and she tries not wearing pants herself, but is almost caught by her mom. April tries not to die from embarrassment, but ends up confronting you and having a heartfelt conversation.
You tell your girlfriend that she doesn’t have to embarrass herself or do anything that she’s not comfortable with, and all you were trying to do was show her how comfortable she made you feel.
April takes it to heart, and shows you old doodles and notes she took of you from before you were dating, and is more open about how she feels. She rants about people and things that annoy her, and tells you about the topics she’s writing about.
Overall, it’s a healthy and great step in the right direction, leading to both of you being more comfortable with the other.
