Kiss & Tell ( Asa and Chiquita)

Chapter 18: The First Time

Asa's POV

The room feels almost too small, the air thick with anticipation, yet everything about this moment feels right. My pulse is quickening, but it's not from fear anymore—it's from something else. Something stronger, something that feels like... surrender.

I look at Chiquita, and she's looking at me with an expression I can't quite place. It's not just desire, though I see that too. It's something deeper. A tenderness that makes my heart skip.

She's not rushing me. There's no urgency in her eyes, no impatience. Just an invitation to something more, something I've never dared to truly allow myself to feel. Her hand reaches for mine, her fingers brushing lightly against my skin, and the touch sends a jolt through me.

I can feel the warmth of her touch against the coolness of my skin, and I swallow the lump in my throat. I've spent so many years keeping myself distant, keeping everyone at arm's length, afraid of this. Of being touched, being vulnerable, of opening up to someone else. But now, being here with her, all of that feels trivial.

She doesn't push me. She just waits, steady and calm, until I meet her gaze and give her the silent permission she's been waiting for.

When I move toward her, there's a quiet certainty in her eyes, a promise that feels like it's been written in the stars. She reaches up to touch my face, her fingers brushing against my cheek with a reverence that makes my breath catch. Her touch is soft, gentle, like she's afraid to break me, and that feeling... that sweetness, only makes my heart ache with something I can't name.

"Are you sure?" she asks quietly, her voice a soft whisper.

I nod, my throat tight. "I'm sure."

Her lips curl into a small, knowing smile before she leans in, closing the space between us. The kiss is slow, deliberate, and soft, a tender exploration that makes my heart race. It's nothing like our first kiss—no frantic urgency, no questions lingering in the air. This is... different. This is connection. This is trust.

I kiss her back, carefully, hesitantly at first, but then I feel it—her warmth, her tenderness, her desire for me—and I respond. My fingers find the back of her neck, threading through her hair as I pull her closer, deepening the kiss. She lets out a soft sigh, her body responding to mine like it's second nature.

I can feel her pulse beneath my fingertips, the rhythm of her breathing matching my own, and it's like the whole world narrows down to this one moment. Just the two of us. No expectations. Just... us.

Chiquita's POV

Asa's kiss is everything I imagined, and more. There's a softness to it, a hesitance that tells me she's still figuring it out. She's not all in yet, but she's close. I can feel it in the way she kisses me back—tentative at first, but then with more confidence, more certainty, as if she's letting herself fall just a little bit further.

Her hands are trembling against my skin, and I can feel the tension in her body. She's still holding back, and I know why. She's afraid. Afraid of losing control, afraid of the vulnerability that comes with being with someone else in this way. But I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here, steady for her.

I break the kiss for a moment, my forehead resting against hers as I look into her eyes. Her breathing is shallow, her chest rising and falling against mine, and I know what she's thinking. She's scared, but she's also ready. Ready to let go.

"Let me take care of you," I murmur, my voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might ruin this fragile moment.

I can see the doubt in her eyes, but she doesn't pull away. She simply nods, just enough to tell me that she trusts me.