With yearning eyes Featherweight stared adoringly at the cute filly before him. Sitting alone, leaned against the school yard's swing set with a book in her hooves and a smile on her face. It was rare and lovely sight seeing her alone. She looked so peaceful sitting there... lost in her own little world... not caring about anything except the words on the open pages as the morning sun's warm illuminate glow caressed her back.
Featherweight smiled as he admired her from a far. She was so beautiful...
Turning his gaze towards the clock on the schoolhouse, Featherweight took a deep breath and shook off his nerves. There was still about twenty minutes left until the bell would ring... and this was his chance to speak with her alone.
Featherweight began trotting towards the silver-gray filly and as he got closer he could feel the butterflies grow in his stomach. He was nervous, but he kept on moving forward. He wasn't going to let this moment slip away.
Closing in he stopped in front of the filly and stood his ground as he suppressed every portion of nervousness in his body before finally speaking up, "H-hh..." was thing that came out and Featherweight suddenly realized how dry his throat felt, "Ahem..." he cleared it, "Hi..." he greeted the filly, who was still very much engaged in her book to noticing anything... "Hi," Featherweight tried again... But still nothing...
"Hi!"
Startled from the sudden noise, Silver Spoon's book flew out of her grasp as she quickly eyed every direction for predators.
"Oh! Sorry!" Featherweight exclaimed, quickly picking up the book with his teeth and reaching it over to his crush. "I gign't meen to scaah yoo."
"What?" The filly grabbed her book, arching her eyebrow at the mumble.
"I-I said, 'I didn't mean to scare you'."
Silver Spoon blushed and looked off into the grass, "I wasn't scared..." she muttered. "You just surprised me."
Featherweight who was previously blushing due to earlier situation, now blushed for a different reason. Silver Spoon was cute from afar... and even cuter up close... but under a deep blush of embarrassment she was positively adorable.
"What do you want?" Silver Spoon spoke silently as she looked back at Featherweight.
"Nothing. I was just passing by," Featherweight quickly shrugged, looking off to the side, playing cool. "W-what are you reading?"
"A romantic novel," Silver Spoon answered affably, adjusting her glasses.
"Cool! I love books!" Featherweight smiled as he took a seat besides the filly, scooting in as close as he dared feeling he had officially broken the ice between them.
"Yeah?" Silver Spoon lit up, "Who's your favorite author?"
"Oh! Um... That famous guy!" Featherweight begun but quickly climbed out of the question. "Hey, I was thinking... if you weren't doing anything after school today, I thought maybe... you and I could... you know, do something."
Silver Spoon looked queerly at the colt, "What? Like... hang out?" she carefully inquired, hoping she'd deciphered that sentence to some degree.
"Yeah!" Featherweight nodded enthusiastically, "I was thinking with the Cutie Mark Crusaders out of town this week we could sneak into their clubhouse and check it out! You know... just you and me," Featherweight smiled nervously as he looked at Silver.
"Ooooh~ That's sounds real naughty, Featherweight!"
Featherweight froze in place as a familiar voice came mocking from behind. Darn it... As Featherweight turned around, he met the devious grin of Diamond Tiara who stared smugly at him, belittling him with her eyes.
"It's too bad Silver Spoon and I already have plans for today," Diamond Tiara smirked as she squeezed herself down in the middle of two, "And sadly for you, Featherweight, those plans doesn't involve kissing practice with you."
Featherweight blushed as Tiara smirked at him and Silver Spoon fared no better, hugging her book tightly as her face turned red, forcing her to look away.
Observing her blushing friend, Tiara's smirk widened as an idea popped inside her head.
"But then again... I suppose maybe we could alter our plans for today," Tiara grinned, hugging her friend closer. "You don't mind, right? After all, you really do need to get out more Silver, and I think kissing practice might be the perfect idea to bring you out of your shell."
Silver Spoon looked at her friend in horror as her blush deepened.
"You okay with that, Featherweight?" Tiara tantalized, as she turned to colt, "After all, this was your idea!"
"Uuh—" was all Featherweight manage to stammer before the school bell rung, calling them all in for class...
A bright vicious smile beamed across Tiara's face as she stood up and began walking to the schoolhouse dragging her blushing friend along with her. "We'll meet at the clubhouse after school." Featherweight heard the pink filly spit in her leave causing his blush to deepen. "Oh, and Featherweight," Diamond Tiara stopped as she turned to face the colt.
"Bring a friend."
Sitting down for class, Featherweight chewed on his peen as Cheerilee's chalk ran across the blackboard. Cheerilee lectured contently about Equestrian history. Not a word made it through Featherweight's ears. His mind was locked on something more... personal.
Kissing with Silver Spoon.
A feat that both amazing and scary. Mostly scary... They hadn't even held hooves yet, let alone hugged and now they were gonna kiss each other? Featherweight shook his head fiercely, trying to put the blush provoking thoughts out of his head. He didn't have time to fantasize about kissing right now... He had another problem to worry about.
Featherweight chewed on his pencil as he looked around the classroom, scanning for colts that might meet Diamond Tiara's criteria... He needed another colt– A friend–to tag along. Diamond Tiara had made that clear and Featherweight didn't want to find out what would happen if he didn't show up with one.
Chances were that if he didn't find one to her liking, the practice would be called off... which frankly didn't seem like too much of a loss considering his anxiety for the whole idea, but on the other hoof he didn't want to miss out on a chance to spend time with Silver Spoon. Even if that also meant having to spend time with her friend...
Besides, this was just going to be practice and practice wasn't the real thing. Featherweight knew that. He had no reason to worry, because all he and Silver Spoon were going to do was just practice so that they were both super good at it when they'd become special someponies. They weren't going to be kissing for real or anything...
Nope. He had no reason to be nervous about kissing Silver Spoon.
"Miss Cherilee, I think Featherweight need to go to the nurse's office," a mischievous giggle from the front row spoke, "He doesn't look so good."
"My stars, Featherweight! Your face is beet red. Is everything alright?"
Featherweight cleared his throat, trying to ignore the staring gazes that were now looking curiously at him, "I'm fine! It's just..uh..so hot in this classroom," he grinned awkwardly, "Somepony should open a window."
Cherilee gave Featherweight a suspicious look before motioning a window seated student to open their window. Featherweight wiped his brow as Cherilee went back to her lecture. He'd gotten sidetracked. And right now...
He needed to focus.
Team Kissing Practice was still a colt short and the sooner he picked one, the better. Featherweight eyed all available candidates, crossing out the obvious ones who he knew from observation didn't have a good history with Tiara...
After the elimination Featherweight proceeded with a headcount, being sure that the ones left would be an easy pick, but as he found himself at the peculiar number of zero, his head fell flat against his desk.
There wasn't a single colt in class that didn't have a bad history with Diamond Tiara... and though he admitted that there weren't that many colts in class to begin with, it still felt shockingly disappointing that there wasn't at least one he could bring.
"Featherweight..."
Featherweight raised his head slightly looking to his sides, having sworn someone had whispered his name just now. A tap on his back made him turn around to find a light grey pegasus holding up a pencil towards him. Featherweight recognized the colt. He was Thunderlane's younger brother Rumble, one of the four pegasi colts in the class and the one colt he had somehow missed during his headcount.
Featherweight looked at Rumble who stared back at him expectantly, bringing his hoof a bit closer towards him. Featherweight glanced at the familiar looking pencil resting in Rumble's hoof. It was short and had it's chew marks much like his own pencil.
"Take it!" Rumble mouthed, as he almost poked Featherweight in the face with his hoof.
Featherweight stared at Rumble in complete silence...
He had no idea how he could have missed him. He was perfect... and by that, it meant that he'd never seen any bad blood between him and Tiara.
"Rumble. What are you doing after school?" Featherweight whispered back with a grin, pushing Rumble's hoof out of his face.
"What?"
Featherweight leaned in closer, glancing to his sides before bringing a hoof up to Rumble's ear, "Meet me at the Cutie Mark Crusader's clubhouse."
"Why?" Rumble whispered in confusion.
"I need somepony—"
"Featherweight‼"
Jumping out of his skin, Featherweight hastily turned around, meeting the eyes of his angry teacher. Stifled giggles flew across the classroom at his expense as he sunk back in his chair under Cherilee's vicious glare.
"Unless you have eyes in the back of your head, I'd prefer if you faced this way during my lecture," Cherilee said sternly, earning another set of giggles from the class.
"Yes, Miss Cherilee! Sorry, Miss Cherilee," Featherweight gulped, looking down at his desk to avoid the disapproving glare shot at him.
Featherweight sat frozen in his seat as Cherilee continued, not daring to risk being called out a second time. He could not end up with detention... Not today... He bit his lip as he tried to eye Rumble. He needed to get the message to him somehow but, how, was the question. Featherweight looked upon his desk as an idea struck him.
A note. He could easily pass one discretely without Cherilee noticing him.
Featherweight grinned as he ripped of a small strip of paper and began scribbl— Where's my pencil? Featherweight wondered as he began searching among the material on his desk and that of the floor around him before slapping his hooves against his face.
Rumble had it...
Featherweight cursed at himself. He knew that pencil looked familiar. He must have dropped it earlier in his dramatic moment of defeat...
Featherweight felt a tiny bump on his head followed by clink as his pencil appeared on his desk. He smiled at his good fortune and picked it up, scribbling down his note.
He waited patiently for Cherilee to give him a moment to pass it one desk back and soon enough Cherilee gave it to him... With a swift movement, Featherweight flipped the note back onto one of his wings shot it a desk back.
Rumbled winced as something hit him between the eyes and he stared down at the folded piece of paper now lying on his desk. Rumble glanced up, catching Featherweight folding back his wing, making him the sender suspect.
Unfolding the note, Rumble gazed upon the two words written on it...
Kissing practice
Featherweight flew through the woods in venture as he closed in on the clubhouse. It'd been less than an hour since school had ended, but he didn't want to keep Silver Spoon waiting around just in case she and Tiara decided to show up early. He'd hope Rumble would follow his example, if he got the message that is. Truth be told he wasn't sure if Rumble was going to show up at all.
He always was a little weird.
Like way too quiet and awkward acting. Strangely he seemed to get along fine around girls but with colts he always seemed kind of uncomfortable or nervous or something. Featherweight wasn't sure. He really didn't knew him that well.
Sure, they were friends but not like friends friends. Actually...they weren't really friends as much as they were acquaintances. They were in the same class. And that was it. The only time they'd hang out it would always be in the presence of other friends, engaged in a game or a sport.
Rumble was good at sports. Really good. Like, 'first pick' good.
Featherweight wasn't a sports pony, so that's probably why they weren't friends friends. Maybe if he had a brother who was a Wonderbolts trainee too, he'd be good at sports and, maybe, then they'd be friends friends.
Featherweight flew past a bush and stopped as he'd reached his destination. Standing beneath the shade of the big tree, he looked up at the clubhouse resting with in the branches. He'd never been here, though he knew a lot of ponies had. Scootaloo held her Rainbow Dash club meetings there and there were a lot of foals who came to talk about it.
Featherweight looked around to see if anyone else had managed to get there before him, but nopony aside from himself was around. Lifting into the air Featherweight took a better look at the clubhouse before finally heading for the empty doorway. Landing on the boards just outside the entrance, Featherweight opened the door and peeked inside.
He blinked as he observed the rather plain and empty interior of the clubhouse. Yellow walls, purple curtains, some posters and a wooden box with some plastic cups was about all there was to it. Nothing really extraordinary, to be honest... Not that it mattered though. The only real reason for being here was to talk with and spend time with Silver Spoon.
Featherweight stepped inside and sat down on the floor panels.
The more he thought about it, the more his nerves became apparent. This could have been a nice hangout and a good day if things went as planned, but thanks to Silver Spoon's bothersome friend, now it had turned out to be something else. Something with the high possibility of turning really awkward if he messed up, like if he didn't kiss her right or he'd say something weird or if they went straight home because Rumble didn't show u—
Featherweight's ears perked as he heard a rustling sound outside and fluttered up quickly onto four legs as he marched to the door. Peeking out, Featherweight spotted Rumble at the base of the stairs, spying the area around him, looking anxiously off into the woods.
"Rumble!"
Rumble winced and quickly turned around, looking up at Featherweight, who was leaning over the wooden railing. "H-Hey."
"Good, you're here," Featherweight smiled. "I wasn't sure you were gonna show up."
As Featherweight looked down, he caught Rumble's face almost immediately turn red as the colt met his eyes. Rumble was blushing and turned his head to stare at the ground. Featherweight smirked a bit at the scene. It felt good to know he wasn't the only one who was nervous about this...
"Come on," Featherweight waved, "Let's check out the clubhouse!" Letting go of the railing, Featherweight head back into the clubhouse.
It was a relief knowing Rumble had shown up. If he'd ended up meeting with the fillies without him, it most definitely would have turned out awkward... but now with his wingcolt by his side, those chances seemed greatly lessened.
Featherweight looked back toward the door, seeing Rumble make his way up the stairs and into the clubhouse. Featherweight held back a chuckle as Rumble seemed even more nervous than before, refusing to make eye contact with anything besides the floor in his deep blush.
"Hey, relax," Featherweight grinned as he walked over to one of the windows, peering out for the girls arrival, "This is gonna be fun."
"I...That note you sent me..." Rumble mumbled quietly, "Are we really gonna... practice kissing?"
"Uh-huh," Featherweight squinted his eyes as he gazed into the woods from his viewpoint. Nothing... Featherweight sighed and rested his forelegs on the window edge, "Why? You're not planning on ditching me, are you?"
"N-No, I..I want to..!" Rumble tried, "Practice kissing, I mean..."
"Good," Featherweight smiled as he turned away from the window, "Because I really need you for this."
Rumble's blush deepened and he gave a subtle nod towards Featherweight.
Featherweight walked over across the room and sat down next to a box beside another window, "You want to sit down and talk for a bit?"
"S-Sure," Rumble spoke and walked over taking a seat beside Featherweight, "Um... Is it okay for us to be here?" Rumble asked, glancing over the clubhouse.
"I'm sure they won't mind, besides they're all out of town, so there isn't much they can do about it," Featherweight shrugged "You ever been here before?"
Rumble shook his head, "No."
"Really? You aren't a part of the Rainbow Dash Fan club?" Featherweight asked curiously, earning another head shake from Rumble, "Huh, I always pegged you the type."
"I'm not really a huge fan of her..." Rumble shrugged in disinterest, "Have you ever been here before?"
"Nope, but I've always been wanting to check it out before," Featherweight let his eyes wander as he looked around the clubhouse, taking in the plain interior, "It didn't turn out to be as exciting as I thought it would be."
"Well..." Rumble mumbled as his face flushed red again, "Since we're gonna kiss... um... practice, I mean. It might... turn out exciting..."
"Uh... Yeah," Featherweight responded, growing a bit red himself, "I guess so."
Featherweight thought about the kissing practice... Silver and Tiara would be here soon and the four of them would indeed kiss each other, then. He almost felt sorry for Rumble, having pinned him with Diamond Tiara. He seemed nervous enough without her.
Featherweight snapped out of thoughts as he felt the warm touch of a coat pressing into his own. He looked at Rumble who had scooted closer towards him, almost snuggling up beside him. Featherweight looked questioningly at the blushing colt as he felt the softness of his coat press up against him.
It was awkward... He got that Rumble was nervous, but this was a little beyond the territory of friends... Even the territory of friends friends.
"Have you... Have you ever kissed somepony before?" Rumble asked quietly, not budging from his close position.
"No..." Featherweight shook his head, "I mean, this is just practice so... I guess it doesn't count."
Blushing deeply, Rumble turned to face Featherweight, struggling to meet his eyes, "T-This will be my first time too..." Rumble stuttered nervously, "even if it is just practice."
Featherweight stared briefly into the violet eyes of the colt whose face was incredibly close, before the split second where it all went away and he felt something soft press against his lips. It was gentle, but harsh at the same time, and as it happened, he felt the warm coat from earlier, press into his chest as a gray pair of hooves closed around him...
It felt incredibly lasting... though, in truth, the same second it happened the incredible heat in Featherweight's cheeks alongside the skip in his heart, caused him to flail his limbs violently in the panic as the realization struck.
With a strong flutter of his wings, Featherweight found himself at a distance from Rumble, as he lied, in shock on his back, staring up at the colt in deep embarrassment,"W-Wha— W-What are you doing!?" he cried, as he rested a hoof on his racing heartbeat.
Rumble looked almost as frighten as he did, "W-what's wrong?"
"Y-You kissed me..! On the mouth!"
Confusion set itself in Rumble's worried eyes as he looked towards Featherweight, "W-What?" he stuttered, "B-But, you said we were gonna practice..."
"W-We are, but not on each other!" Featherweight cried in frustration at the absurd idea, "Why would you think I'd call you up here so that 'we' could kiss?!"
"B-But... You said you needed me to be here..." Rumble spoke quietly in sadness, his confusion for what was happening not faring any better...
"I do! Girls are coming here and I was told to bring a friend."
"W-What girls?"
Featherweight went silent. He hadn't told Rumble anything, and in truth he was kind of hoping he wouldn't need to either, "...Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon..." he muttered quietly.
Rumble went quiet as he stared at Featherweight in a long silence, before standing up and turning away, walking towards the door.
"H-Hey! Where are you going?!" Featherweight cried out as he stood up as well, following briskly after the colt.
"I'm going home!" Rumble retorted, as he walked out the door.
"You can't!" Featherweight exclaimed, "I need you to be here when they get here! Rumble!"
Featherweight followed Rumble out the door and walked beside him, but as Rumble marched on his way, he completely ignored Featherweight.
"Rumble, stop!" Featherweight yelled and took flight, landing in front of the colt.
"I'm not kissing those two girls!" Rumble frowned as he stopped in his track and stared at the pegasus, who blocked his path,
"Come on, I know they're not the nicest ponies but it's just for practice!"
"I don't care!" Rumble frowned, circling Featherweight and continuing his march.
"Rumble!"
Again, Featherweight watched as Rumble said nothing and just walked away. He didn't get it... If anyone had a right to be upset, it was himself. Rumble had kissed him out of the blue and yet he chose not to make a big deal it... Why was Rumble so bothered by Tiara and Silver? He should've been happy they weren't actually gonna end up practicing on each other...
"Fine! Leave then, you weirdo!" Featherweight shouted as Rumble reached the foot of the stairs, "I don't even know why you bothered to show up all!"
"I came because I thought you liked me!" Rumble cried out, slowing his pace as he reached the grass.
Featherweight looked upon the colt on the ground as his cheek flushed red at the accusation...
"W-What?!" Featherweight blushed heavily, "What's that suppose to mean! Why would I like you?! You're another colt! Colts can't like each other!"
"That's not true!!" Rumble shouted as he stopped and turned around, facing Featherweight, showing the subtle shimmer of tears in his eyes.
"You're a colt–" Rumble stared at the ground, "a-and I like–you!"
In the breeze, Featherweight stood–speechless– as he stared at his–friend?
His–friend? who held back these clearly tough emotions? His–friend? Standing here preventing these feelings from spewing into the cold, empty atmosphere.
Neither said anything.
Barring the breeze that whistled in their ears, there was nothing but silence.
"Goodbye." Rumble spat, turning around, returning to his silent treatment.
"Rumble, wait!" Featherweight exclaimed as he took flight and landed beside the colt.
"I don't want you to go–" He spoke quietly as he blushed, "When they show up, I–I want you to be here with me. W–we could e–even practice if you want, just–don't leave. P–please?"
"...Y-You won't think it's weird with the two of us kissin—"
"I-It's not kissing!" Featherweight retorted in his blush, "I-It's just practice."
Featherweight could feel intense breathing being held back by his lungs, stressed by his pounding heart as he walked alongside Rumble back into the clubhouse, listening to to subtle hoof steps that sounded incredibly loud in the surrounding silence. He swallowed nervously as he steered towards the box by the window, deep in thought...
They were going to kiss...
"Hey..." Featherweight spoke as he sat down, turned away to hide his apparent blush, "Promise you won't leave again."
"I promise..." Rumble nodded as he sat down close, cuddled up beside him.
Featherweight frowned anxiously in his blush as he felt Rumble press his coat into him. This was really dumb... Why couldn't they just have talked like two normal guys while waiting for Silver and Tiara... Why did Rumble had to kiss him?
"Featherweight..." Rumble spoked quietly as he pressed his soft coat into Featherweight, "Why did Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara want to practice kissing with us?"
Featherweight looked briefly at Rumble, but remained quiet. Eventually he sighed, "Diamond Tiara saw me alone with Silver Spoon earlier this morning..." Featherweight muttered, "She suggested it after she heard me wanting to check out the clubhouse with Silver... S-She... She must've have thought I liked Silver or something."
"...Do you?"
Featherweight didn't say anything and turned to stare into the wall, "Let's just practice already... Before they get here."
Rumble nodded and gently brought Featherweight's head towards him, meeting his eyes. He swallowed, "Do you mind... kissing me this time?" He asked, looking off to one side, nervously.
Featherweight blushed as he looked at Rumble, "...Fine," he said quietly.
Moving his hooves, Featherweight quickly grabbed onto Rumble, placing his lips onto his own in a quick motion, barely gracing Rumble in the swift peck. Featherweight pulled back in his blush and quickly looked away as his cheeks burned. Rumble sat quietly for a moment... until he didn't...
Featherweight ears perked as he heard the subtle giggle rise in volume and as he turned to face Rumble, it had spiraled into a full fledged laughter.
"H-Hey! Stop laughing!" Featherweight cried out angrily as he watched Rumble laughed cutely in his blush, covering his mouth shyly.
Rumble's laugh eventually settled down to a smile as he looked at Featherweight, "I hope that''s not how you plan on kissing Silver Spoon when she gets here... If you can call that kissing."
"S-Shut up!" Featherweight stuttered, taken aback by Rumble's sudden boldness, "Stop acting like you—mmpf!"
Before Featherweight got a chance to spit any words he felt the colt closed in on him, Rumble's lips locked against his own. Featherweight could feel his own face burning as he tasted Rumble in the fierce touching, feeling the tender softness press in, causing a warm and gentle shiver course through his body. Featherweight sat almost frozen as Rumble hugged him close, letting the kiss last between them, but as Featherweight felt the odd taste and peculiar sensation of it stroke gently against his mind, the stiffness melted away... and against his own resilience to the idea... he enjoyed the touch of Rumble's lips.
Featherweight pressed a bit forward and breathed into the kiss but slowly felt their lips drift apart as Rumble pulled away, ending it.
"That's... how I want you to kiss me..." Rumble whispered, smiling softly under his blush.
Featherweight panted lightly as he felt his heart beat, being held in the embrace of his friend with their lips held inches apart. Hesitantly, Featherweight moved forward, letting his muzzle a bit closer to Rumble's... Feeling his shallow breath upon him, he slowly descended onto Rumble, reuniting their lips into a second kiss. As their lips touched, Featherweight was left having to press into the kiss, being forced into dominance by the colt who sat idle to enjoy it.
It felt odd... kissing Rumble...
Though previously as Rumble had kissed him, he had felt the sudden effects of it shake his body but now as he was left in charge, getting to bring the kiss into slow gear, it felt immediately different... Bringing his hooves around Rumble, Featherweight embraced him for grip as he let himself sink further into the sweet touch.
He didn't know what it was... but as he breathed into the kiss, the sensation of Rumble's lips brought unfelt emotions to him. Emotions of safeness... togetherness... and a longing for closeness.
Rumble liked him...
Featherweight's cheeks burned at the thought and he felt himself pull away. He stared momentarily at the floor before looking up, meeting Rumble's eyes...
Rumble gazed into him, sitting quietly in his light blush as his violet eyes sparkled and Featherweight could feel a familiar warmness inside his chest as he took note of just how adorable Rumble looked in that moment.
As his cheeks flushed harder, Featherweight looked away. He recognized that feeling...
Whenever he would see Silver Spoon, he would feel that warmness...
Feeling hooves stroke his cheek, Featherweight felt Rumble bring his face back as he looked sincerely upon him. Putting his muzzle onto Featherweight, Rumble held him tight as he let them enjoy their third kiss.
Featherweight closed his hooves around Rumble as well as he let himself melt into the moment, feeling the lips click as they would temporarily part ways, before delving into each other once more. He felt the heat in his cheeks rise as Rumble paused and poked his tongue out to caress his lips and moved onwards to stroke it against his cheek lightly before placing a peck on it.
Featherweight sat quietly as Rumble moved his hooves through his mane after their lips paused their engagement. It felt nice... Being in Rumble's care. Moving his muzzle to Rumble cheek, Featherweight kissed the colt gently and Rumble returned his actions, letting the two pairs of lips move towards each other again.
Featherweight felt a shutter in his breath as Rumble would once in a while slip out his tongue to prod his lips, causing an odd new sensation that beckoned Featherweight curiosity. Gaining courage, Featherweight returned the action... feeling Rumble's soft lips against his the tip of his tongue as he gave it a brief lick...
Featherweight caught Rumble smile briefly at the action and as the gentle lick took place, Featherweight froze as Rumble stuck his tongue out, crashing it into his own.
His cheeks flushed red as he felt Rumble enter his mouth but rather than pulling away, he pulled Rumbled closer towards him, feeling the open taste of Rumble as their tongues collided into each—
THUD
Featherweight's heart jumped out of his chest as loudness of the sudden noise scared the life out of him, causing the sudden end of the kiss as he stumbled and fell onto his back. In the quick recollecting, Featherweight spotted two familiar faces standing close, looking down on him. One was blushing... The other grinned...
"Oops! I'm sorry, did I interrupt something? My bad," Diamond Tiara grinned devilishly, showing no sincerity whatsoever. "I just thought I'd let you know that we've arrived, but from what I can tell... Looks like you two are doing fine on your own."
