kii-fumiko:

She doesn’t care if you think you have a “lack of experience”, Osamu. She just wants you— faults and all. Not that any fault you may have would put her off or make her love you any less, that’s silly; in fact, she herself is nervous, too. She’s worried about coming on too strong, or scaring the other off.

Welcoming the kiss warmly, pressing back against his lips with her fuller ones, tan hands slipping downwards so they are planted flat against his chest. Drawing back and releasing a shaky sigh against his lips; working up some more courage so she can draw him back in again and roll the tip of her tongue faintly over his own lips.

Osamu put his hands lightly around her wrists, thumbs brushing across her hands. He eyed her silently when she pulled back, only to move in again and definitely not waste any time when it came to applying the actual subject matter. His cheeks instantly flared up just feeling the tip of her tongue, but he told himself not to let his insecurity take over. He didn’t want her to think she was forcing things, because she wasn’t. He did want this. And so he had to show her that.

Osamu, identically, mustered his courage and opened his lips to let their tongues meet. Since this was the first time he got to French kiss someone ever, he found the feeling rather odd at first. But it definitely wasn’t unpleasant or discouraging in any way. Still, he continued to let her call the shots instead of taking a step of his own. She seemed to have more of an idea of where she wanted to go, and he had no trouble letting her lead.

kii-fumiko:

There are a lot of things Fumiko wants to do to you that would likely fluster and flatter you, Osamu. Frenching you being only one of those.

Squeezing his hands, smile on her face not faltering even once. She’s confident she would go all the way with the other, and there’s absolutely no doubt in her mind he will make her happy. There’s nothing to lose (aside from Osamu’s probable virginity, but still) and even if there were, she’d not be afraid with Osamu, unlike she were her first time. But that was to be suspected, and she doesn’t regret that time, either.

“Isn’t much…? It is a start, Oh-sa-mu~ We can take it as slow as you want to. No need to rush things when they’re already perfect, right?” Bringing both her hands up to place them on either of his cheeks, placing a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.

Osamu’s eyes widened for a second. ‘Perfect’…? Did she really have so much confidence in him, in spite of his visible fear of falling short due to his lack of experience? Then he remembered… he was her boyfriend. There was something about him that made her happier than with any other man, just like he was happiest with her. He always used to tease her with greatest ease before their relationship was established, not feeling embarrassed or insecure in the slightest. There was no need to lose that confidence. After all, she fell in love with him because of his personality. It didn’t matter that this was new to him. All that kept him from being comfortable was sheer uncertainty, but there was no reason for it. Not in front of her.

“… right,” he smiled, and he mimicked her gesture of grabbing both cheeks as he leaned in to kiss her back, albeit on the lips.

kii-fumiko:

The silence making her a little uncertain, but when he places his hand to her cheek and places a kiss on her other, finally replying, she sends him a wide grin— squeezing his thigh gently. “We don’t have to go very far right now. Maybe just some tongue kissing would be fun to try out a bit more…? You don’t need to worry about anything, either; whatever you do is sure to please me one way or another.” She knows what you are like by now, Osamu~ Shifting herself a little, so she can see his face a little easier, removing her hand from his thigh to take a hold of his own pale one.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, either. Let me know if you want me to stop at any point.”

Osamu blushed yet again at the mere mention of “tongue kissing”, though that was more the fault of him being flattered someone actually wanted to French him than insecurity. He never did receive many compliments on his appearance, while she was so… beautiful.

Regardless, her sincere words put him at ease and toned down his tension. He definitely appreciated that she remembered what he was like in these situations, though he did wish he could be more muscular. He didn’t want her to feel like she was dragging him into something he would rather keep his distance from.

“Of course,” he repeated with a nod. “Thank you, Fumiko… for being so considerate. I don’t want to let you down, even if…” He shyly glanced the other way. “… tongue kissing relatively isn’t much.”

kii-fumiko:

Pausing, to register his reaction. Nodding slowly, placing her hands on his shoulders to push him back onto the bed in a sitting position, slipping herself beside him, hand on his thigh. “Y-yes. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there…?”

Osamu was wordless for a moment, particularly taken aback by her assertiveness. It wasn’t like she usually wasn’t the one who took the most initiative, but she seemed to want to take it to a whole new level, and he wasn’t sure how to respond do that. He was, to put it mildly, nervous about going beyond the realm of kissing, simply because he didn’t want to disappoint her. It was something he had never done before and the last thing he wanted to do was displease her in any way.

Then again… when he put his nervousness to the the side, there wasn’t much else arguing against doing this. There was part of him that wanted it because it would please her, and if she was pleased, he was too. Besides, he had no idea how far she was thinking of going. If he followed her lead, he couldn’t imagine much going wrong.

Osamu flashed her a reassuring smile and took her cheek in his hand, planting a kiss atop the other. “Of course not.”

kii-fumiko:

“A-anything, really!” Sucking in her bottom lip and biting down on it lightly, only now realizing she hadn’t managed to paint it today. Oh well. “I was thinking we could just…sit together, and cuddle. Maybe— fool around a little.”

Osamu didn’t think anything special of her suggestion until he heard the last part. “F-fool around?” he repeated, instantly reddening deeper.

kii-fumiko:

“I kind of wanted to just stay inside and spend some private time with you,” pulling away, but still standing with the tips of her feet touching his own. “Just the two of us.”

Osamu nodded. “Of course. What do you have in mind?”

kii-fumiko:

Humming when he kisses her forehead, turning her face upwards so she can press a kiss to Osamu’s lips, mumbling up against them. “Mm, are you free today?”

Osamu still hadn’t managed to drop the trait of blushing whenever they shared lip contact, but at least he answered with a smile instead of getting nervous. “I am. What would you like to do?”

kii-fumiko:

Staying close behind Osamu, peering over his shoulder at the pigeon, watching as it slowly begins to come out, eventually enough so that it is in clear sight— letting out a relieved little sigh to see the fellow is alright. “Ah— Osamu~” Surprised when the pigeon hopped onto his hand, quickly, clumsily getting up with him so she can watch the bird fly off— leaning herself against the windowsill to watch it fly to a near tree. Getting the remaining biscuits and crunching them up so she can toss them out onto the greenery below for it, if it was still hungry. Just in case. Being sure to close the window this time. Clapping her hands together and then placing them flat against Osamu’s chest, voice coming out as an excited jumble. “Thank you so much! He looks fine, now— you got him in your hand! Owh!” Bringing herself forward to close the gap between their two bodies, resting her head to his chest with her arms around his middle.

Osamu startled at the sudden hug at first, but then smiled and put his own arms around her back. “I expected it to be much more difficult than this. I suppose we were lucky it was starving.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m glad I could help.”

kii-fumiko:

Gain its trust…(ᇂ_Jᇂ) “R-right..oh, I have biscuits on my nightstand. N-not that I was eating in bed or anything. Maybe we can break that up and lay it on the carpet. I can clean up any left behind later.”

Osamu grinned at her. “If you like eating in bed, that’s what you do. Nothing I have a problem with.” Following her advice, he crushed a few biscuits into tiny pieces and approached the pigeon slowly, kneeling down at a small distance. He reached out, expecting it to flee, but it didn’t even attempt to back away from his hand. “I see, the poor thing is terrified.” He scattered a few crumbs in front of the bird, which responded immediately by picking at them. “… and hungry.” He repeated the feeding process a couple of times, luring the pigeon in. Ultimately, he put the crumbs on his open palm instead and reached out once more. The bird seemed hesitant at first, but wanting more food, it hopped into his hand and started eating. Osamu got up with a smile and opened the window to point his hand outside and wait for the pigeon to fly off, which it did not much later.