"Don't worry," he whispered, "I promise I'll be gentle..."
Although Emil Steilssön was your most trusted and wisest friend whom you could ask anything, you still had doubts about your present situation.
You stood uncomfortably in front of him, averting your eyes with a crimson tinge to your face. The atmosphere was thick with emotions of uncertainty from you, and bewilderment from him.
You never thought your closest companion, Emil Steilssön, to be the "romantic type;" so you had no idea what you were doing when you asked him for kissing advice.
"You want me to give you tips on kissing, of all things?" He raised a single eyebrow in quaint disbelief, his arms crossed over his chest.
Your ears burned and you scowled at his unbelieving tone. "Yeah, just a few tips, you know? Since you've got so many brothers, they probably explained to you... Or something..."
Emil sighed, uncrossing his arms and placing them on the couch cushions. He turned his head to look at you, shooting you another look of incredulity before patting the spot next to him, inviting you to sit.
After you awkwardly shuffled to the couch and plopped down, the Icelandic boy leaned back into the couch and closed his eyes, heaving a small sigh as his eyebrow twitched in... Annoyance?
"So, what is it that you want to know?"
You twiddled your thumbs, avoiding Emil's gaze. "Well, how do kisses even work?"
Emil hummed, urging you to continue your question. However, once he realized that there was no more, he gave you an inquisitive look.
"What do you mean, 'kisses?'" He pried, his eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "Are you talking about an Eskimo kiss? A peck on the lips? French?"
"W-what?" You asked, "Why are you talking about Eskimos and France? I asked about a kiss, not foreign items-"
"Oh boy..." Emil sighed, tossing you a joking stare. "If you keep talking like that, i'm going to think you haven't even had your first kiss yet."
When you refused to pick up your head, Emil fell silent. Had he struck a chord?
"...Say, (Name), you've been kissed before, right?"
You shook your head in an affirmative "No" without lifting your gaze.
After several moments of shocked silence, you raised your gaze to Emil's, breaking out into a nervous jumble once you spotted his stunned expression.
"It's just- I don't-" you stuttered, humiliated that your best friend managed to uncover your embarrassing secret. With a blush, you blurted "I want my first kiss to be with someone I truly love!"
The air shifted from awkward to embarrassing in a mere second, adorning both your and Emil's cheeks with a rosy pink hue from your unexpected outburst.
After a spell of quiet, Emil gathered the courage to ask "...If you don't mind me asking, who /is/ your 'true love?'" His voice tinged with a hint of jealousy.
You didn't say a word, but your eyes, which landed on Emil's amethyst ones, spoke the answer loud and clear.
Yes, he was your "closest friend," but your foolish heart just had to crush on Emil. It certainly didn't help that you spent nearly every day with him- soon your innocent crush had festered into a jumbled mess of chaotic and uncontrollable love; which is why you were here in the first place.
The shock on Emil's countenance washed away after a while, and was replaced by a soft, uncharacteristic yet determined smile.
"(Name), will you please allow me to be your first kiss?"
He touched your forehead with his, purple irises peering up shyly at you through silvery fringed eyelashes. His face was extremely close to yours, and you could swear that the Icelandic boy probably felt the heat rolling off of your face in waves.
As you both locked your gazes, his glossy lavender eyes reflected your own with a glimmer. In those tender, timid, yet intense eyes, you could see the kindling embers of affinity and affection brewing, revealing you to the passion that Emil thought of you with.
He shushed you, staring at you with a dreamy look in his hooded eyes.
"I love you," he whispered, his breath washing over your face and bathing you in the warm scent of mint and licorice, "And don't worry, I promise I'll be gentle..."
He brought a hand up to your face, brushing away strands of stray hair and cupping your cheek and silencing any further protests.
His thumb traced your jawline softly, sending electric shivers down your spine and goosebumps across the gamut of your skin.
Slowly Emil swept his eyes closed, his amethyst jewels disappearing behind his eyelids. You followed in suit, feeling both anxious and queasy to know that he was gradually leaning in.
His lips brushed yours tentatively at first, and though there was an undeniable jolt of electricity that came with it, the contact was so shy that you could barely feel the pressure of his mouth on yours.
Emil tilted his head slightly, angling his face so that you could feel each exhale he made on your reddened cheeks. Still, with the new angle, Emil barely touched his lips to yours.
You couldn't tell if he was teasing you, or if he had meant to kiss you like this. At this rate, he would drive you insane.
The brief contact of the featherlike kisses was undeniably delicious, but was not enough to fully satiate the kindling fire of desire in your heart.
The touch of his fingers on your cheek was delicate and almost restrained. You could feel the pads of his nimble fingers trembling as they struggled not to use too much force, grasping lightly onto your flushed face while his lips danced with yours.
These light touches were the only things you felt, so when Emil raised his other free arm to wrap firmly around your midsection, effectively pushing your body closer to his, you were surprised.
You let a small mewl slip past your lips, only to be swallowed by the Icelandic boy's butterfly kisses. His body grew rigid against yours at the strange sound.
The small noise seemed to cause something to snap within Emil. Suddenly he leapt onto you, unfurling himself from the crosslegged position he sat in to crush his body against yours.
The arm coiled around you tightened considerably, pinning your chest flush against his.
The hand that previously tiptoed along your cheeks wound onto the hair at the nape of your neck, pushing you closer to his hungry lips and tugging at a few strands ever-so-slightly.
He smashed his lips against yours with an unrestricted vigor, your teeth clicking with the bruising force he was using.
The abrupt change was unprecedented-but certainly welcome and for a strange reason, the fire you had only felt in your heart now relocated to the pits of your stomach, burning intensely and threatening not only to consume your face in a fiery red, but also your entire being with want.
A hot tongue suddenly probed at your lips, tracing small patterns onto your lower lip. Shocked at this sudden action, your eyes snapped open only to clash with violet irises behind half-lidded eyes, his intense gaze conveying love, want, and passion.
Without a second thought, Emil allowed his eyes to slip shut again, pushing his lips harder against yours, his wet muscle begging for entrance.
You closed your eyes as well, winding your fingers into his tousled silver hair and tugging him closer to you. Your lips parted, and immediately Emil's tongue darted in, bringing the exotic taste of both spicy peppermint and bitter black licorice with it.
He lowered your back onto the couch, straddling you without breaking lip contact. You could feel the unrelenting metal frame of the couch dig into your lower back, but the enticing tango that Emil presented to you was far more important at the moment.
You both broke away, gasping for air while donning mussed hair and ruffled clothes.
Emil's lavender gaze met yours, and he offered a small grin, his cheeks still dusted with tinges of pink.
He released his hold on you for a second, leaving you feeling empty, only to pull you into sitting position and wrap his arms around you lovingly.
You, who was still panting slightly, blushed, red heavily painting your cheekbones as Emil buried his face into your hair.
"Y-you lied..." You whined, a pout tugging at the corners of your mouth. "You promised you'd be gentle."
A deep chuckle reverberated deep in Emil's chest, wracking your body with vibrations before he faced you, his face nearly as crimson as yours.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it. I like you far too much to be able to control myself."