[It's slow. Everything about it is slow, but because it's that way it allows them both to take their time, to accept the newness of the experience and- slowly, to let it go. The smattering of kisses he's experienced before have all been hurried things, a smashing of one mouth against another, a clack of teeth; desperate for survival or a literal collision.
His fingertips are tentative, barely brushing the surface of her skin at first, and with each shallow breath his touch becomes a little less uncertain- a little less wary. It's one thing to read about it or to have an idea of how things are supposed to be, and another to experience it himself. Their noses brush as the position adjusts; Naruto's forehead rests against her own and it eases them away, her bottom lip caught between his own until slowly, they separate. His eyes stay closed.]
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His fingertips are tentative, barely brushing the surface of her skin at first, and with each shallow breath his touch becomes a little less uncertain- a little less wary. It's one thing to read about it or to have an idea of how things are supposed to be, and another to experience it himself. Their noses brush as the position adjusts; Naruto's forehead rests against her own and it eases them away, her bottom lip caught between his own until slowly, they separate. His eyes stay closed.]