Where You Will Be
You are lying on a grassy hill with the girl of your dreams, Fluttershy. Your limbs are intertwined and lips are locked. Although this activity is nothing new to you, you and Fluttershy started making out a mere three and a half months into the relationship and French kissing a few months after that, but that was thus far the extent of the physical side of your relationship. And although this may not be far for most couples who’ve been going out of over a year, you don’t want to scare her or hurt your love with any premature physical contact. You’ve been patiently waiting. It will be worth it in the end.
Your head is pillowed on Fluttershy’s arms as you lay on your side catching your breath after a long and passionate kiss. You gaze into her lovely cyan eyes, and whisper those four little words “I love you Fluttershy.” Even though that statement was uttered to her numerous times prior, it never ceased to make her blush, or in this case, blush harder for she was already a bit flustered from your make out session.
“I love you too,” she replied in her whisper of a voice. After a moment of silence, in which you merely gazed into the other’s eyes, she calls your name and asks if you’ve ever thought about the future.
You roll onto your back, cushioning you head with your hands, and you look up at the clouds slowly drifting across the endless sky. “Well, thinking about the future does come up quite a bit when you contemplate time, and well, how relatively insignificant our perspective on time really is.” You laugh a bit, knowing that was not the kind of answer your girlfriend was expecting. You hear her also giggling quietly. To you that chuckle is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.
“But all kidding aside, I take it you mean like, where I think I’ll be in like, I don’t know, ten or twenty years,” you say, looking over at Fluttershy, who then nods. So, you continue. “To tell you the truth, I’ve never thought that far ahead. I guess by then I’ll hopefully have a steady job, a place of my own, no maybe not my own, but shared with someone. If I'm lucky I’ll get to share it with you.” You roll back onto your side, facing the timid pink-haired girl, and put your hand over hers. “What about you sweetheart?” you ask.
“I want to be a mother.” That doesn’t surprise you much at all; you’ve always known Fluttershy to be very nurturing and to have rather maternal instincts. You sit up and look at Fluttershy sitting there with the sun hitting her in such a way that her skin seem to simply glow, amplifying her natural beauty.
“I’ve never thought much about having kids one way or another; I just know I don’t think I want to bare them, but if you want them, I’ll be more than happy to help raise them.”
“Um, are you saying that you um, want to spend the rest of your life with me,” she squealed and hid behind her hair.
“Fluttershy,” you shake your head slightly at Fluttershy little quirk and put your hand on her shoulder. “Only if you want me, my love, but anyways we’re still young! We have plenty of time to work that out later; for now,” a slightly mischievous smile crosses your face as you sit up cross-legged, “for now, come over here, I wanna snuggle.”
You pat one of your legs signaling that’s where you want her to sit; she obediently crawls onto your lap, puts one arm around you. While she rests one hand right above your hip, you wrap your arms around Fluttershy as well. To you, the best part of sitting this way is how good it feels to have your breasts pressed against hers.
You place your head on her shoulder and take in her scent. It can best be described as the smell of nature; sort of a mix of pine cones, flowers and ripe fruit but better. Much better. You feel Fluttershy rest her head atop of your.
The two of you stay like that for a moment or two, before Fluttershy questionably calls your name.
“What is it Fluttershy?”
Her blush grows redder and she bashfully looks away. “No, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“No Fluttershy, it’s something. Everything you have to say is important to me.” You turn her face towards you and kiss her gently.
“Um, I was wondering, if you, um, don’t mind maybe, you could possible, maybe um, touch me?” She squeaked hiding behind her hair.
“Your wish is my command, my lady,” you reply, which makes her giggle a little. “But seriously, tell me if you want me to stop for any reason at all and I will.” You put your fingertips on the smooth and familiar skin of her cheek before tracing the contour of her face downward then practically drape your hand on the top of her breast. You let your hand merely rest there for a short moment before you very carefully move your hand around the top of her mounds, as if she would break if you applied too much force.
You look up at her face to see if you're doing a good job and are pleased to see that her eyes are closed and a small smile crossed her kissable lips.
You slide your hand under one of her large mounds, hold it up and start to lightly massage the area where you know her nipple is with your thumb. Fluttershy releases a sigh of content.
“You like this, don’t you Fluttershy,” you whisper in her ear. She blushes even more and nods, not trusting her vocal cords to cooperate. You ask, “Would you like to touch me too?” She turns her head away slightly and nods again before tentatively reaching out her hand then stopping it an inch or two away from one of your breasts. She then looked up into your eyes, and you look into hers. You could see the pleasure caused by your gentle caressing, but a large amount of the fear and anxiety associated with doing something new, as well as the thing you are both trying hard to remove: the ever constant fear of the worst possible outcome no matter how improbable it may be. In this case, that would be hurting you and losing your love and even your friendship.
After a short moment of staring into those lovely eyes, you whisper, “Don’t worry baby.” Then you look down at her hand as it hovers over its target. You put your hand behind hers and gently push it down onto your soft, spongy flesh. It took Fluttershy some time to gain the confidence to move her hands and explore your chest by gently holding and cradling different sections of your chest. And it feels really nice; once or twice already you forgot that she too had breasts for you to play with.
Author's Note
there's a beach boys reference in this fic, cookies for who ever finds it
now that you've read this read it's kind of sequel where you and Fluttershy do it for the first time
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