I mean not to be pathetic or anythung but Paul teaching reader how to kiss bc she hadn't done much, that hits different
“I’m not laughing! ‘M not.”
You pointedly avoided Paul’s gaze as he crawled over to your side. The two of you had gone to a nearby park for a walk. You decided to sit in the grass for a while and that’s where you opened your big mouth.
“You are. It’s not nice.” Your lips were set in a sour pout, forehead creased.
“I would never laugh at you, Y/N. I’m just surprised. I thought you’d... well, what about that one guy you went to the winter formal dance with?”
“He ended up leaving me and chasing some twelfth years. Anyway, I didn’t want to kiss him. Didn’t even like him all that much.”
“He ditched you? What a prick. You should’ve told me, we could’ve hung out.”
“You had a performance at the Cavern that night. It’s fine, Paul. I know you don’t go for dances anyway.”
“Well... still. You’re one of my best mates.”
You hummed, focusing on a particularly riveting piece of lint on your jeans.
“So you still haven’t kissed anyone.”
“Is there anyone you want to kiss?”
You met Paul’s eyes then. He was so close and soft. No hair gel, no cocksure smile, no sleek leather. He was just Paul, for as long as you’d known him. Kind, gentle, sweeter than anything.
“I’m sure I’ve at least heard of him.”
“No, you haven’t. It doesn’t matter though. I could never work up the nerve to kiss him. I don’t even know how to.”
“I’ve kissed plenty of birds. I think I can handle kissing you, Y/N.”
Paul grinned and you could feel the beginnings of a bad decision forming.
He turned to face you and tugged you closer, so you were cross legged in front of him.
“Alright, the first thing y’need to know is that no one likes getting their face sucked off. So you’ve got to be gentle. Keep your lips relaxed, like so.” Paul parted his lips slightly.
“And don’t use tongue unless they say it’s okay. Just a simple, gentle kiss. He might suck, whoever you like, but you can always take the lead.”
“No, I think... I think he’ll be good at it. Way better than me.”
“Heh, if you say so. I’ve seen plenty of guys who slobber all over their birds. ‘S painful to watch, quite frankly.”
Paul put his hands on either side of your face. Your breathing hitched and you prayed Paul wouldn’t notice. His thumbs confidently brushed your cheeks and you could’ve stayed like that forever.
“Ready? We’re gonna try it out.”
“Yeah,” you said, voice barely audible.
Paul nodded and pressed his lips to yours.
You tried to do what he’d told you, but eventually you just melted into the kiss, not really worrying about whether or not you were doing it properly.
Paul kissed with his whole being. His hands slid up into your hair. His nose lightly poked your cheek. Everything was Paul.
He pulled away after a few more moments and you had to remind yourself to not go chasing for another.
Paul’s lips stretched in a tender smile. You ached to kiss him again and keep having him look at you like that.
“It was great, love. That guy’s gonna have one hell of a good time.”
Paul abruptly stood and you followed him up confusedly.
“So I, uh... I just remembered that Da wants me home. So, I’ve got to go. But you’ll be great, Y/N. Don’t overthink it.”
“It’s barely four o’ clock, Paul. You’ve stayed out past midnight with John.”
“I-I know. It’s just I’ve got a lot of— um, chores! Yeah. Da’s very strict about that, y’know.”
You didn’t quite believe him but you didn’t feel like starting a fight.
“Okay. I’ll see you later?”
Paul walked briskly, shortly disappearing behind the gate. You watched him go, wondering what you’d done to chase him away.
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