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“Momoka.”
“Hm?”
Momoka looked up from her guitar and quickly found Nina’s face mere inches from her own. Reflexively she reeled back, a reaction that did not go unnoticed by the now pouting Nina.
“What was that reaction for?”
“How many times have I told you not to do that?!”
“Is there something wrong with wanting to be close to my girlfriend?”
“Did Subaru teach you that line?”
“Rupa did, actually.”
Momoka clicked her tongue. She returned her attention to her guitar, one hand fiddling with the tuning pegs as she asked, “So, what did you want?”
“Why haven’t we kissed yet?”
The question froze Momoka’s fingers in place. She stole another glance at Nina’s face, which had mercifully gained some distance from her own. As she tried to formulate any sort of response, she felt herself become all too aware of her lips being slightly parted and her tongue pressing against her bottom teeth.
She was quick to notice Nina’s patience fading with each passing second, and so she forced out the first question that came to mind.
“What brought this on?”
“Well, it’s just…” Nina started, averting her eyes.
Momoka waited for her to continue, but she quickly felt like her own patience was starting to be tested. A few moments and a few more stammered answers from Nina later, she adopted a half-smile.
“Rupa put you up to this, too?”
“It’s nothing like that!” Nina said instantly, her gaze drawing right back to Momoka’s face. “It’s just that we’ve been dating for a while now, but you never really seemed interested in that kind of thing. And I wanted to know if there was some special reason for that…”
As her voice trailed off, Nina’s gaze wandered downward, just enough to no longer be meeting Momoka’s. Momoka however continued to hold that gaze, those words and the depths of Nina’s blue eyes almost making her heart skip a beat. That beat passed, and regaining her senses, Momoka couldn’t help but chuckle.
The sound soured Nina’s expression the slightest bit. It only soured more when she felt Momoka’s hand atop her head, rustling her hair.
“Please stop doing that.”
“I can’t help it,” Momoka replied, hints of laughter still mixed into her voice. “I see you acting all cute like that, and my hand just moves on its own.”
Nina fought off the blush rising up her face and did everything in her power to play up her frustration, at least for long enough for Momoka’s hand to withdraw.
“I don’t have any real reason for it, though,” she continued, her hand gliding back to the strings of her guitar. “It just never crossed my mind. For now at least, I’m happy with where our relationship is.”
Nina took her time, absorbing each word of her answer. A couple small breaths escaped her lips as she rotated the words in her mind: both what Momoka told her, and what she wanted to tell Momoka. Finally she took one more, much deeper breath, and her gaze snapped up once more.
“I want to kiss you, Momoka.”
Momoka’s hand fell slack. She looked into Nina’s eyes, which stared back unflinchingly. Her own eyes unable to match that resolve, she looked away. She put her hand over her mouth, her brain running overtime to formulate any sort of response.
From the look on her face, Nina could practically hear the gears in her head grinding together. She could only take so much of that theoretical noise before she leaned forward, prodding, “Can I?”
Another glance, and Momoka could see the patience in Nina’s eyes ticking away. With each tick, she felt her own resistance drain more and more. After only a few ticks, a prolonged sigh escaped her lips.
“Alright, close your eyes.”
Nina’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Do it before I change my mind,” retorted Momoka, a shade of pink creeping up her face.
Nina closed her eyes with a giggle. She heard the rustle of Momoka’s guitar strap and her guitar being placed aside. She felt excitement build in her chest, but did everything in her power to hold stock still. She heard Momoka lean forward, felt her face draw to her own, started to pucker her lips ever so slightly.
Then she heard Momoka pull away as she said, “Sorry, I can’t do this.”
All tension drained from her as her eyes opened on their own.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Momoka forced a chuckle, perhaps in a futile effort to unwind the tension that had built up in her own chest.
“It’s psyching me out, y’know? Making such a big deal out of it like this is just making it harder.”
She continued to ramble excuses for a while longer, but Nina tuned every single one of them out. Instead she felt herself pulling closer to Momoka’s face. All she could focus on was those lips, which drew her in closer and closer. She was vaguely aware of Momoka saying something about how they didn’t have to kiss then and there as she silenced her.
Their lips made contact for a mere instant before Nina withdrew, red having flared up both their faces. A question hung in Momoka’s mind as she stared after her, but it never fully formed, and her flabbergasted expression continued to wear barely parted lips.
Silence hung in the air for a few seconds more, the space between them occupied entirely by the tension of that fleeting kiss.
Finally Momoka regained the peace of mind to remember how to speak, and she echoed, “What brought that on?”
The question jolted Nina to attention, and her gaze settled on the set-aside Jazzmaster.
“I– I was thinking the first kiss would be the hardest,” she stammered, stealing half-glances at Momoka all the while. “So now that that’s out of the way, it’ll be easier.”
It was Momoka’s turn to focus on her girlfriend’s lips. Without thinking, she drew closer to those lips, and she mumbled, “Maybe it will be.”
She didn’t register the exact moment their lips made contact once more. All at once she became overwhelmed by the feeling of the kiss. The way their lips moved against one another, the feeling of Nina’s breath against her skin. Among that whirlpool of sensations she managed to keep her eyes open, taking in even the slightest of Nina’s reactions. She saw the way her eyes slid shut within moments of the kiss. She saw and felt how Nina drew as close as she could, wanting to savor the feeling as much as she could. As her own eyes started to close, Momoka couldn’t deny that she felt the same way.
Momoka only surrendered herself to that sensation for precious little time however. After a scant few moments, she told herself she'd had her fill, and although reluctantly, she started to pull away. In her reluctance though, she didn’t get far; Nina was quick to pursue, and she brought their lips together once more. The suddenness of the gesture caught Momoka off guard, and for a brief moment, reflex compelled her to resist. That resistance lasted precisely until the moment Nina breathily whispered her name.
With that lone utterance she succumbed to the sensation once more. She absorbed the feeling of every whisper, stroke, and nibble from Nina, reciprocating each with one of her own. So enamored with the feeling was she that when Nina eventually pulled away, it took her brain a full second to catch up.
She opened her eyes and was met with the sight of Nina wearing a coy smile, still cradling her face.
“Are you happy with where our relationship is now?”
Momoka mirrored her smile and placed a hand over one of hers. She swooped in to deliver one last kiss to Nina’s unsuspecting lips before pulling back.
“Yeah, I’d say so.”