fic: Kissing Lessons (1)

[bonnefois]

Title: Kissing Lessons
Series: Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns
Character/pairing: Ford/Holly
Rating: NSFW!
Word count: 4,098
Summary: On the day before their wedding, Ford brings some things to Holly's house. One kiss leads to another, and things get heated.
Author's note:




She opened the door and let him in. It was well past dark, and the glow of her lights was welcoming in more than one way.

"Apologies for coming so late. I had a patient issue which took longer than expected."

"Are they okay? Or was it another admirer?" Holly said.

Ford smiled. "Miley is fine now, though I fear she will be back tomorrow with some other issue. It is how it is with her."

"Good to hear that she was okay--and that it wasn't your little admirer problem," she said.

"Thankfully, those have dispersed and now belong to Wayne's very own collected 'fans.' It is just another thing I have to thank you for."

Laid over his arms were several shirts, pants, and vests all of identical make and color.

"I thought it would be easier if I started to bring my clothes here early as we agreed to. Of course, I meant to earlier in the week."

"But things got busy," she finished for him.

He nodded. "Things were quite busy."

Of course, he'd left some clothes at the clinic, should any mistakes happen. In his line of work, often there would be mishaps with the making of medicine, or body fluids spilled on him. He couldn't abide by even a fleck of dust on his clothes, and would immediately change.

He hoped it would be only that, and he wouldn't be forced to retreat there as his marriage crumbled. No matter how many times he logically tried to tell himself that his relationship with Holly was nothing like his parents, the thought still lingered. It was ominous, a foreboding like dark clouds.

She had tailored quite a few lovely outfits for herself. No surprise, given that she had a whole flock of award-winning Alpacas, sheep, and llamas, all who gave a prodigious amount of wool. She had quite singlehandly changed the local fashion scene, with how much wool and other fabric she would ship.

Ford was entirely immune to such things, but Carrie, Lisette, Megan and Miranda were quite happy with all their new colorful dresses.

She had recently made several renovations in her house, and it was quite large. Big enough to raise a family in there. He was quite interested by all the hanging herbs that she put there. Was she making medicines, or something else? Fertilizer, perhaps?

He had to keep his eye off the bed, he couldn't face the sorts of thoughts and desires that would bring.

"Right, then I will just...put these away."

As he moved to 'his' side of her large closet, he caught sight of something very bright.

It was a pink bikini, with some kind of skirted covering. He paused a moment. He had intended to give her as much privacy as he could, and avoid any chance of accidentally running into her underthings in the process.

Eventually, in their married life he would undoubtedly run into her under clothing, but until then he would respectfully avoid that part of her closet until then.

He blushed and covered his mouth. It was so very low cut, and so much of her body would be exposed. and his mind supplied exactly what she would look like.

"Is something the matter, Ford?"

"Sorry, I, ahem--"

She glanced in at the doorway.

"Oho~ you found my bikini. I just had Ludus make it for me. Nice, huh?"

Undoubtedly, because she had placed it right where it was impossible to miss, in his part of the closet no less. Almost as if she intended him to find it.

She smiled mischievously.

"Want me to model it for you?"

"P-Perhaps save it for after tomorrow? A-after the wedding?" Ford said. "I fear to do so now would cause...erm, certain complications."

Even though deep inside the answer was undoubtedly yes, he had never wanted anything more.

"Great, then I'll save it for after the ceremony," Holly said.

"Ahem, that is all. I shall see you tomorrow, at the end of the aisle. I should leave before..."

He trailed off. It was better that he leave that thought unsaid.

He paused at the door. As much as he knew what he must do, Ford could not bring himself to take the doorknob and up that path and away from her. Even with the knowledge that their wedding day was so close.

"Is something the matter, Ford?"

"I suppose, something has been upon my mind."

She looked worried. It made his heart ache at the very thought of causing her pain.

"About the wedding? You aren't...having second thoughts, are you?"

"No, that I am sure of. That I love you and whatever comes of this, I do not regret loving you and taking this chance with you. In truth, I know that the true regret would be not loving you, and not opening my heart to you. Even as part of me is nervous for the future, I have never wanted anything more."

He let out a long breath.

"...However, I am... inexperienced in...certain things. You were my first love. I focused solely upon my studies for much of my life. I never even kissed another before you. I have studied books but I have next to no practical and physical skill. I hope you understand and...all I ask is your patience. While I will do my best, it may take some time until bedroom affairs become...satisfactory between us."

She covered her mouth and laughed. "That was what you were so worried about?"

He blushed, and awkwardly pushed up his glasses. "W-Well, such things must be considered...given our wedding night is so close."

She took his hands in hers and squeezed them.

"I had some boyfriends back in high school and college, but it was never very serious and we never went very far. And I certainly never felt anything near to what I feel for you for them. So I'm not too much more experienced than you. We'll learn together, okay?"

"Good. I should've known that you wouldn't begrudge me my inexperience," Ford said.

"And...one more thing... It is difficult...to not kiss you. Every single day I am tempted. I want to leave the clinic, find you and kiss you again and again, and these feelings fill me to the point of distraction. I have felt this for some time, and indeed I was quite pleased when you accepted my proposal."

Ford smiled.

"When we are married, I can finally realize those desires. Thankfully, it will only be a short time now. I could scarcely wait any longer."

She leaned in. "Why wait so long?"

"It would be..."

Improper? Imprudent? What he wanted more than anything in the world? All of the above?

"Think of it as practice. So we'll do it right at the wedding. Would you feel less nervous if you had a little 'rehearsal' here with me? Would you be comfortable with that?"

"Ah...you make a very good point. Practice is integral to proper procedure. There would be much less awkwardness had we....rehearsed, as you put it."

"Then...just one kiss. As practice. We've kissed before. One more should be fine," she said.

"Yes...one more."

He leaned in. She eagerly gripped his lab coat and used her grip as leverage to offset the height difference between them. It wasn't the first kiss between them, yet each touch of her lips thrilled him and made Ford lust for more of her.

Her lips were so sweet, in a familiar way. Ford licked his lips when she pulled away.

"Is that... Lychee I tasted?"

She smiled. "Yes, I was making fruit wine for the wedding after party."

Ford gave her a critical look. "Then you are inebriated? You did not seem as such..."

"I've only had a sip here and there to test the taste and make sure they turned out well. I'm not drunk at all, not even buzzed," she said.

"Ah, I see. Good. I would...want you to remember this moment."

He had to leave. Because each kiss made him want another. At this point, it was only less than a day to wait. By now it was mere hours. But to be apart from her for even those few hours was unfathomably difficult.

"If I don't leave now...I will want to kiss you again. And again, and again. It will be endless, until long past dawn. I fear neither of us will get any sleep before what is supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. We might even miss the wedding. So, I must take my leave. I deeply look forward to tomorrow. Perhaps I have some nervousness, but it is little matter. It can be dealt with eventually."

She leaned up and kissed his cheek. He let out a soft moan. "Then kiss me again. A little more practice might help that nervousness," she said.

"A-Are you quite sure?"

"A little more 'rehearsals' won't hurt, right?"

He cupped her cheeks and kissed her more deeply this time. He pulled back suddenly as he felt her tongue brush his lips. Ford drew away in shock.

"Did I startle you?"

"I have never, ahem..."

And he'd never been more tempted in his life. He'd thought he wanted and yearned for her all those times, but it was nothing compared to feeling her so soft and supple and willing against him.

Most of their kisses had been sweet, but not quite this passionate. However, now he was wedged against a wall as she pressed against him. He drew back a moment to take a breath. He could still feel the soft pressure of her breasts, her thighs which would be so easy to part.

Everything about her thrilled him and made him want even more.

He'd grown erect. She could definitely feel him at this proximity. There would be no hiding his arousal at this rate. Ford pulled away reluctantly. He'd already gone much too far.

"Ahem, I would apologize, but it is a natural and logical physical response to kissing, and other closeness. Still, it wasn't intended," Ford said.

"I'll take it as a compliment," she said.

"W-Well, I am grateful for that, but I should take my leave before things progress....further."

A long, cold bath would be in his future, that was for sure.

She rested her palm on his chest.

"You mentioned that you were worried about the wedding night? How about we work...on that worry?"

He was breathless. She was so very close. She ground her hips against his. He couldn't stifle the moan that came.

"I lack any experience at all. This is definitely the furthest I have ever been in such matters. As a doctor, I certainly know the names and functions of such bodily organs and functions, but I must admit a certain fear that it will not be enough."

"A rehearsal could help with that, too. We wouldn't have to go all the way. Just a taste. Save some for tomorrow. Would that be okay? Would you be comfortable with that? A wedding night rehearsal?"

She leaned in until her lips were just close to his.

"Would that make you feel better and help you? Only if you're comfortable with this," she said.

"I want that so much. Too much, I fear," Ford said.

"Maybe we should find somewhere...more accessible than the door? Like the couch?"

"If we do this upon the couch, I will think of it every single time we sit there. I fear I will never be able to sit again without desiring you," Ford said.

She laughed softly.

"Bed it is."

He followed her to the bed in a daze. He had only intended to drop off some clothes, and now he was doing something intimate with his dear fiancee, soon to be wife. Not quite a consummation, but much more than a simple clothed kiss.

"You'll have to take your gloves off for this," she said apologetically.

"I wash my hands quite often. It is only quite right for a doctor to be this hygienic."

He had a sensation of his skin crawling should he let dust upon him. It left his hands cracked and red from constant harsh lye soap and hot water.

It was not quite attractive. It was quite guaranteed that all those women who pined after him, or their own fictionalized version of him, had never seen him with his gloves off.

He peeled off his gloves. He'd known this day would come and she would have to see him.s

"Maybe I should put my gloves back on," he said softly.

"No. This is fine as long as it won't hurt you," she said.

"I am used to it by now," Ford said.

"You do not mind? Truly?"

"My hands get pretty torn up from farm work too," she said.

She accepted him so easily, even his ugliest sides bared to her. Somehow he loved her more than he had at every point before. Every time he thought he was full up and could not love her more, she showed some beautiful, sunny side to herself that only made his affection increase tenfold.

He started to reach for her, then pulled away.

"I scarcely know where to begin," Ford said.

"I have some suggestions," she said.

She began to hike up her skirts. He was fascinated by the sight of her thighs, then her underwear. So dainty and white, with a little bow at the band.

"You're very...beautiful."

She guided his hand to rub on the outside. Her panties were already faintly wet from her own arousal. The scent of her was surprisingly alluring. Something he had not foreseen. Before her, sexual intimacy had seemed rather messy. Now...if it meant he got slightly messy with her, then so be it. He could bathe after if need be.

His own arousal was surprisingly intense. He'd pushed aside all thoughts of love and lust to focus on his studies. But for Holly, these feelings had come burning bright no matter how much he had pulled away at first.

"It'll be best if we focus on me first," she said.

"Yes...that is a good idea as I am physiologically more likely to climax before you."

"Tell me if you're uncomfortable, okay? We can stop immediately. It doesn't matter how far we've gone," Holly said.

"I should be the one saying this," Ford said.

He cleared his throat. "Yes you make a good point. Conversation is important. Please tell me if my fingers are...too rough upon you."

He kept stroking her in a rhythmic way. She arched herself up to open for more attention.

"Gnn, no...you're good. Really good."

She let out a soft moan. She guided his fingers along the seam of the front of her panties. He dared to sneak his fingers on the cut out of her panties, and was rewarded by a deep intake of breath. She was quite wet, and ready for his touch, and even more of him. Though, she wouldn't get that tonight.

"Er...is this right?"

"Y-yes! P-please don't stop!"

Her voice had a breathy desperation that he found fascinating. Just what could he do to make her go like this? It would warrant further study. But for now, he would follow her commands. She whimpered over and over, between gasping breaths as he rubbed against her. The sound was so enchanting, he never could have even imagined how just the sound of her breath could make him so aroused.

Her cheeks were so flushed as she ground against his hands so desperately. There was this beautiful, unfocused bliss in her blue eyes. He could easily become addicted to this, to her.

She clutched tight to him, and the whimpers turned to a moan. He could feel her throb against his hands. She'd grown quite slick now.

(Easy for him to come inside. But, he had to push that thought aside. Tomorrow.)

"T-Touch me directly. Please. U-Underneath the panties."

She was so soft, and wet. He rubbed his thumb against her throbbing clit. She arched her back into his touch. She didn't seem to mind the roughness of his hands. In fact, there was even a chance she liked it.

Her breath hitched and she let out a moan of his name. The sight was so completely erotic that he was surprised he didn't come just from that.

"Oh, that felt so good," she said. She rested her head against him. "So, very, very, very good."

He wrapped his arms about her. For several minutes she curled up by him in a post coital glow, or something like it.

Finally, she looked up at him.

"I didn't forget you. It just took me that long to recover. You've got very skilled hands, doctor."

"Truly? You did seem rather...pleased."

She leaned in to kiss his cheek. "You did a good job. Now, can I touch you? Are you okay with that?"

"I would like that very much," Ford said.

"On your back, okay?"

He did as she asked, and she undid his pants. She gave him one last mischievous smile and rubbed at his erect penis through his briefs.

"Lubrication would be preferable. Do you have any lotion or hand cream? Oil will be messier and is not preferable."

She laughed. "My, my, doctor. You sound pretty knowledgeable about such a thing."

He covered his face with his hand to hide his embarrassment. "Frustration gets the better of me at times. Though it's very messy. If I leave it unattended, I will wake up to messy sheets. And that feeling is unacceptable. Nothing ruins a morning like waking up from such a thing. Even if the dream was pleasant...the mess is not so enjoyable to clean up."

"Oho~ Have you been more frustrated since we started dating?"

"You cannot even imagine how it has been for me. I scarcely know what to do with myself. I have never had to face such feelings or primal lust before. You woke me up in every single way possible," Ford said.

"Did you think of me then?"

"....Yes, though I did feel bad. My thoughts would inevitable go to you."

"Good. And don't ever feel bad about it. Because you're mine. And I'm yours."

She leaned up and kissed his cheek.

She managed to find lotion near her bedside and poured it on her palm.

"Perhaps I should ask the same of you."

She smiled mischievously. "This is for my hands, so they won't be so rough from all the farm work. I don't need lubrication; I make my own."

"O-Of course."

"And I'm sure you'll keep me very, very, well lubricated, hmm?"

"I-I shall do my best," Ford said.

She gripped his base and began to work upwards. She used her thumb to massage the sensitive underside of the glans.

It was quite different from when he relieved his own stress. Her hands were much smaller, and despite being a farmer, her hands were not quite as rough as his. Perhaps the lotion was quite effective.

It certainly felt unfathomably good as she moved her hands all the way to the glans and squeezed. A bit of precome had gathered at the top. He would've apologized if he could even form a coherent word.

His breath came more heavily. He tried to keep still, even as he wanted to wildly thrust into her hands. He'd already been pushed so far by just how alluring and beautiful she was when she came, the soft feel of her body against him, and those breathy moans and the slickness as he had worked her clit.

This moment would forever be burned in his mind. He had been sure that she was the one who could completely tolerate, no, love him, even through his eccentricities and lingering trauma. But he was even more sure now.

She was the one, and tomorrow, she would be his and he would be hers.

She looked up at him playfully and even teasing.

"Am I doing well, doc~tor?"

"Too well. I don't think I will last too long. I...was already deeply turned on from such a display. I-I shall try and hold on for longer when we are...ahem....achieving a deeper intimacy."

"Then come. You've had a long and stressful day, right? You deserve to relax. I already came anyways."

She worked up to the tip of his glans and began to rub her slick hands over the sensitive underside. With this pressure, everything he'd been holding back was overwhelmed by her ceaseless stimulation. He leaned his head back and moaned as he he came all over her hands.

Ford hadn't even realized how tense he'd been wound up awaiting this wedding until she'd offered these lessons. Tension left his body in places he hadn't even realized were pulled taut. The climax was more than pleasurable, it was nigh therapeutic.

Though as a doctor, he'd certainly never prescribe it.

(Except maybe to her, when they were alone after a long day.)

The white substance trickled down her hands.

"I-It turned out messier than I thought. I almost feel as if I should apologize," Ford said.

"It's fine. Do you want me to get you a towel? Come to think of it, I should've brought one to begin with."

"Yes...that would be much appreciated. I could not stand this feeling on the walk home."

"Next time I'll just have to swallow."

"Swallow...? Oh!"

She laughed. "Did I give you a new mental image to enjoy?"

"I may not even get any sleep tonight. Or ever again..."

She could barely contain her laughter.

She washed her hands and returned with a towel to wipe up any come which had spilled on him.

They'd grown closer, he thought. She had seen him in a state no one else had. He had seen her aroused, and would never forget it.

(He would certainly repeat it. If not every night, then many nights.)

"Do you feel better about the wedding night? See, you proved that you can make me come."

Ford smiled. "Actually...I do. With proper communication and patience, we can achieve quite satisfactory intimacy. If this is simply a taste of what is to come, I cannot even imagine how intense and pleasurable it would be to be to be...inside. A-ahem."

As tempting and soft as her bed was, he couldn't allow himself to sink in and enjoy the softness. Not just of the mattress which cushioned his back, but the softness of her body beside him. Their wedding night was tomorrow, he reminded himself.

He'd already gone much farther than intended. But, he was much more relaxed and comforted this way. He'd managed made her come. No matter what, he likely would be able to not be a complete failure in bed upon their wedding night.

Ford did his pants back up, and rose.

"I must take my leave. I am looking forward to tomorrow."

"You're going to take the long way home? At this hour?"

"Some control and discretion is required here, even if I want nothing more than to stay and keep kissing you until dawn and beyond. I would not want to miss our very own wedding day. I hope we will never be parted for long after this, and that I can sleep beside you every night."

"Me too. One last kiss for goodnight?"

"Only one," he said.

Her lips were so tempting, and soft and warm against him. It took all his self-control to pull away.

She would be his very own wife in just a few hours. He could hardly wait to come down the aisle and say those words to her.

"G-Goodnight, Holly. I look forward to when we will be wed, and I can come home to you every night," Ford said.

"Me too," Holly said.

Ford walked into the night towards the White Capsule, which would be the last lonely journey back away from her house. His mind was filled with thoughts of her, and their future.

Tomorrow she would come down the aisle dressed in white and together they would say the vows.

And he would return to this farm, which would be his home as well.

Just a few hours now, he thought as the dim lights of Westown came into view.