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“Are my lips too dry?”
“Ford.”
“Sorry, I just…” he sighed as he withdrew back from your face, just a few breaths away from kissing you. His face was uncertain, his eyes skittish as they darted to the sides, trying to avoid your gaze. In the dim light of the room, you could see a faint glaze of red on the tips of his ears, his lips twitching visibly. He was so nervous.
“I haven't done this in a while.” he finished his thought after a moment, looking to the side while you were just in front of him.
It could be considered a pathetic sight, a grown man who has done much more challenging tasks, afraid of a simple kiss. But it was more cute and sympathetic to you.
The sound of your low chuckle caused him sheepishly to look you in the eye, a smile resting on your lips.
“That’s okay. No shame in that.” you said with a warm glint in your gaze that made Ford’s heart beat a bit faster. Your words met with a vague silence from him. He nodded but didn't look convinced.
“I’m aware,” he murmured and glanced down, sighing again. “I just don't want to make a fool out of myself. I don't want it to feel bad for you…” he added through his tightly pressed lips, ashamed to say those words out loud. How cute, you thought.
“Don’t worry about that.” you spoke up and moved your hand to gently embrace his, feeling how he flinched ever so slightly at the contact. He sighed again as you brought his hand to your chest, feeling your skin against his fingers as you pressed his hand to your chest. He could feel the beat of your heart against his palm. He nearly pulled his hand away, not because it felt wrong to touch you but because he was afraid to touch you. He had to hold back a whimper while he forced himself to keep his hand on your chest.
“I want to help you.”
Your voice reached his ears like a soothing spell. His lips parted as a heavier sigh slipped through his mouth, and his shoulders drooped.
“You don't have to be afraid.”
He nodded, his eyes falling upon his hand resting on your chest, slowly starting to get used to the feeling. Ford’s eyes then met yours, and while looking at you, he saw kindness and tenderness on your face, no malice, no anger, no disappointment, not even lust. Just a longing to be with him, to show him the affection you held for him. It calmed him down.
“I want to kiss you.” he whispered, and a smile curled up on your lips, reaching your warm eyes.
You moved your hand from his hand, leaving it to rest on your chest on its own, and your fingers gently grazed his skin as you slowly cupped his cheek in your palm. His eyes fluttered faintly in a few blinks when he felt your hand on his face. It was soft, caring, kind, something he hadn't experienced for a while.
With a relieved sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, feeling your warm skin tickle his. Your thumb glided over his cheekbone in a slow caress, causing him to purr out a low hum in enjoyment. Your touch drew him in, subconsciously moving closer to you while his eyes remained closed. His head tilted towards yours, and his breath reached your face, fanning your skin.
Your heart beat faster as his lips inched closer to yours, and your gaze roamed over his face in silence. You could see his eyelashes gracing his skin, age caught up on his face in wrinkles, and his hair dimmed. He was beautiful.
Your eyes fell on his lips, the curve of a small slit between them inviting you. You leaned in forward and made your mouth meet his. You could feel the stiffness of his lips at first, the breath he sucked in through his nose at the sensation of your lips against his. It took him a moment to adapt to the feeling. It was raw and powerful, and he felt slightly scared at first. But you were gentle, you didn't force yourself on him, you were taking his pace. It made him feel more confident.
He closed his lips upon yours and slowly melted against yours the more comfortable he got. The kiss got more enjoyable for both of you. It was slow and a little timid, but it filled your heart with joy to know that he trusted you enough to do this. Soon, you started to share soft pecks, the movements of your lips against each other echoing in the room and your ears. You could feel Ford relaxing more, becoming less tense the more he kissed you. He was enjoying this. The sweetness of your mouth, your hand remaining on his cheek, your breath mingling with his. It all felt so good. Every touch of yours pierced his mind, carving into his skin to savour and yearn for more.
You felt the yearning from him when his lips pressed against yours in a firmer kiss, his hand on your chest sliding up to the back of your head, pulling you in closer. His fingers tangled in your hair as he leaned his head to the side, and his tongue invaded your mouth, earning a gasp out of you. That was a pleasant surprise. You didn't mind at all, giving in to the eager kiss, your tongue blended with his, and a breathy groan slipped through his lips. Deep in the moment, your arms wrapped around his neck, and Ford forgot his previous concerns, feeling secure in your embrace. His free hand moved to your hip, grasping it with his palm and pulling your body against his, much to your delight. Your chest pushed against his, and you could feel the rapid beating of his heart, the warmth of his body and his sturdy chest against yours. His tongue raged in your mouth, eager to taste all of you as he explored every inch of your mouth, leaving you mewling faintly. His arm shot up to wrap around your waist, urgently pulling you even tighter against him to feel you close, his fingers digging into your flesh.
After becoming out of breath, he broke the kiss with a weak gasp of air that you shared with him. His eyes lingered closed for a while, and his face remained close to yours while the both of you panted for air, your breaths moist and hot against one another. He gently leaned his forehead against yours, both of you staying wrapped in an embrace for a while.
"Was I good?" he asked in a whisper, his voice small and soft as he opened his eyes to look at you. You smiled and nodded, his question being adorable to you.
"You were perfect," you replied in an equal whisper, causing his face to light up in innocent joy. He smiled in return and chuckled quietly when you kissed his nose affectionately, filling him with more joy.
"I wouldn't mind doing that again." he murmured.
"Me neither."