30 Days of my OTP, not safe for work style!  This is day two (three technically but I was in a bad mood yesterday) and I’m still going!

To make up for yesterday I’m doing two days in one!  Day Two:  Kissing (naked) and Day Three: First Time, huzzah!

Warnings:  Kissings, nakedness, not safe for work things, spoilerings to November and December things, and other ings… oh, and this got a bit longer than I thought it would, so it’s pretty much a fic?

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There are a lot of assumptions in regards to their first kiss.

Which, in the inevitable domino effect, leads to assumptions about their first time.

The general consensus seems to be that it was more adorable than kittens who snuggle with puppies and bunny rabbits, the furry animals nestled together in a basket that is topped with a bow.  People who care about their relationship status – which seems to be all of Yasogami these days – picture the both of them blushing, too hesitant to speak, to shy to look at one another.  Then, with just a little bit of courage, their lips whisper against one another, faces flushed during the entire event.

Then – according to what the general populace thinks – a first time happened somewhere along the way.  Not right away, no, of course not, Kanji Tatsumi and Naoto Shirogane are cute, innocent beings who get flustered when they’re in the same hemisphere together.  But by nature, humans are curious, yes?  So one of them had to stumble into it.  

The real debate is over who brought up the subject first.

Kanji’s too sweet of a guy, you know.  He sews!  For children!  He might look like a strange mix between a thug and an honor student right now but he’s still too kindhearted to ever mention sexual escapades with his sweetheart, Naoto Shirogane.  However, he is a man after all, and men know what they want when it comes to being with a woman – at least, according to Yosuke-senpai.

And Naoto’s too detective to ever be concerned with the pleasures of the flesh.  She may look more woman now, but she still takes on cases and solves crimes like a superwoman.  Still, it must get lonely, and a woman has needs – says Yukiko-senpai of all people.

In the end it’s all false accusations, but Naoto is fine with letting them thinking what they want.  The reality of their “first” has more weight, more meaning, and she has no plans on sharing it with anyone else.  Kanji feels the same way, besides, it’s a bit amusing to see everyone grasp at straws and try to figure it out.

Back around the time when goofball detectives were actually criminal masterminds – though Naoto hates using the phrase mastermind in regards to an intelligently deficient moron like Adachi (even if he had them all fooled) – is when the supposedly “too cute for words” event took place.  Sometimes, the couple wonders how taken off guard their senpai, Rise, and the school would be if they found out they were together so long ago.  Back then everyone assumed that Kanji was too defective to even look Naoto in the face, let alone kiss her, and let alone sleep with her.  And it’s a fair assumption, though they often forget the misery of November followed by the grief and, later anger, of December.

Naoto had ended up walking with Kanji after Adachi’s grand reveal to them.  She didn’t want to admit her desires to chase after him immediately, no matter how foolish it would’ve been.  She didn’t have to say it out loud, Kanji knew, having become better at reading her since Nanako’s hospital stay in November.  So they walked together, silently, the snow slowly descending from the sky and coming together on the ground below them.  Kanji hadn’t actually invited her inside, not vocally, but he held the door open like a bleached blond gentlemen.  

Looking back, the only thing Naoto remembers him telling her is “My Ma’s asleep” and “We’ll have to be quiet, yeah?”  It hadn’t referred to a presumption of nefarious activities, but it still makes her laugh now and point it out to him on occasion just to see his face flush before he yells out his denial.

His roomed looked the way she expected.  Despite his supposedly chaotic look Kanji was organized, probably more than her.  She had noticed it right away, actually, the way his pants were always ironed, the way his shoes always looked brand new even if he wore them everyday.  Everything in his room had a place, from the spools of thread to the bundles of fabric folded into shelves by color.  He would probably be embarrassed about it all later, but there was no room for embarrassment when Adachi was too busy being a crazy villain like character.

To this day neither are sure how kissing had even started.  It just seemed like the logical path to take.  The case had taken a radical turn and as hard as everyone was taking it, Kanji somehow knew that it bothered Naoto the most.  Here was this man, this detective, standing at their side – even in the hospital, with Nanako.  Here was this person, this Tohru Adachi, eating dinner with the Dojimas as if he weren’t some killer who shoved people into T.V.s, as if he hadn’t manipulated some poor guy into aiding him and almost taking the fall.  

It was the detective part that bugged Naoto the most and Kanji knew it, just knew it somehow.  He didn’t look like it but he paid attention to the important stuff, which meant he paid attention to Naoto all the time.  "When I grow up, I’m going to be a hard boiled detective,“ her shadow had said.  She had gone through so much to reach that point, changed herself in ways that no one should have to in an attempt to get a little inkling of respect.  

And then there were men like Adachi who were already at that point, already greeted with smiles at the station while the "spoiled little Detective Prince” received a fresh wave of disdain.  What was it that she had said?  Being used to being thrown away after a case was over?  The team had certainly treated her like crap, almost rubbing it in her face, there was no telling what the asshats at the station did – probably threw the snotty prince a “Get out of our Town” party.  No one had done that to Adachi when they thought the case was over, hell, they probably let him get the cake for Naoto’s, “Thanks for coming now please to be leaving,” celebration.  Did they even give her credit for figuring out the case wasn’t over?

Would they give her credit for discovering it wasn’t Namatame?

Would they like the fact that she was about to point the finger at Adachi?

So kissing seemed like the logical choice.  It didn’t involve talking, just feelings, and  both of them had plenty of feelings to spare.  Talking would only lead to terrible silence because there was no way Naoto would flat out say what was bugging her.  It was easy for Kanji – Adachi was a jackass, end of story – but for Naoto it would take a couple of chapters to get those feelings situated.  

His lips felt like the most comfortable of fabrics, sending light flutters down to the tips of her toes.  They were gentle, sweet like raindrop fantasies that kissed the leaves and left them moist and waiting for more.  And, despite her straight laced lifestyle, her lips tasted like something wild and untamed.  Kanji had a feeling that this was what intoxication tasted like, not the dull drinks they had at Port Island.  This was being under the influence of something, some sort of alcohol with a sweet twist of cherries that tricked you into drinking more than you should.  

Losing their clothing hadn’t been a part of the plan – if you’re to believe that this all had a plan to begin with.  Kanji likes to think that he tugged at the buttons of her shirt first, but Naoto is sure that she was the one who pulled at his yellow top.  They do remember that they never really stopped kissing, just taking small breaks to get Kanji’s shirt over his head or to breathe.

It’s ironic that everyone assumes that they would’ve been too shy when, in fact, in the entire jumble of emotions that flowed between them embarrassed had somehow got left at the alter – even when Kanji got to the compression shirt, even when he removed said shirt, and even when his hands had found their way to her breasts.

Soft.  His hands were definitely soft, softer than she was prepared for.  Now she was making all kinds of noises and they had to keep kissing to stop those noises from leaving his bedroom and waking up his Ma.  His hands were everywhere all at once, drifting over the sides of her arms, running up her back and shoulders, whispering against her breast and teasing at her stomach.  She was in his lap now, squirming in ways that were making Kanji’s pants terribly uncomfortable.  

It only seemed logical to take them off, only seemed logical for Naoto’s pants to join his on the floor.

Their brains hadn’t quite processed what was about to happen.  Kissing plus naked usually only has one outcome but neither seemed to care.  There was a raw need between them, the desperation of feeling something other than rage, uncertainty, fear.  That room they were facing Adachi in had been intimidating enough, but the bizarre red and white portal he had stepped through sent chills down their spine.  What was beyond that portal?  Did they even want to know?  He had made the wall break open with just a smirk on his face, proving who the master of that world was.  Before, all of the strange dimensions were in the hands of unsure shadows, but this?  This was a man who knew what he was doing, who seemed perfectly o.k. with taking on a bunch of kids with magical battle monsters who could be summoned with a thought.  

Who seemed o.k. with crushing those children, and hell, maybe he could win-

No room for that.  There was no room for such thoughts.  It was more important to focus on the kissing, on the roaming of hands against the slight tremble in their bodies.  They were laying down together now, side by side, kissing and gasping against each other’s lips.  There were questions that needed to be asked, something along the lines of have you done this before? and are you sure?  Instead their lips were still guiding them, answering the questions that weren’t properly voiced out.  

He was on top of her in seconds, looking down at this ridiculously beautiful person who he had been crushing on since before crushes were invented.  Kissing, kissing, always kissing, it only stopped for a couple of seconds when he had first begun to push himself inside of her.  A gasp here, a tremble there, there were words he wanted to say are ya o.k.?  I-I won’t hurt ya.  Never, never gonna hurt ya but she was kissing him again, fingers digging into his back and leaving marks that he hoped would never go away.

He didn’t move for what felt like forever, enjoying the lazy kisses, enjoying the feeling of being inside of her.  The turmoil of the day seemed to disappear from their bodies each time he moved, each time she dug her nails deeper into his back. The kisses kept coming in waves of liquid heat, their cries blending in to create something that would leave them breathless for hours on end.  She was moving with him now, building a sort of organized mess of a rhythm.  She made the proper adjustments for him, spread her legs further apart, arched her back in a such a way that he burned the image in his mind to use for late night dreams.  

In his room that evening there was no fog, no Adachi, no little girls in the hospital and no agonizing feelings of betrayal.  Instead it was just the two of them, always just the two of them, enjoy the various shades of feelings shared between the two of them. 

Those feelings carried over into the next day, after they stepped through the portal as a team.  They stood side by side, Kanji’s fingers speaking softly against the back of Naoto’s hand while the others weren’t looking.  And Naoto looked up at him, whispering something that only he could hear as they faced the disfigured version of their town, “I would like to come to your room again tonight.”

And through the madness of the red and black twisted sky, Kanji felt all of the disturbed fear slide off of him as he smiled.

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Extra Notes:  I wanted to break away from the sort of “awwwwwwww” vibe I get from Kanji and Naoto (which is probably the entire challenge of this 30 day challenge in the end).  Don’t get me wrong, they are cute as kitten noses, but sometimes… 

Then this ended up being a mess of feelings and just… yeah…?