For a Smile

For the longest time, I've wanted to write a stories about my waifu and I, but could never think of how it should go. I'm horrible at trying to write lemons, and I could never seem to grasp a good scenario where she and I met up. Quite randomly, while thinking of my own 3D loves come and gone, the thought about a journal entry describing my day with her came to mind. The journal entry bit went right out the window, but the idea of an already existing relationship stuck, and so finally I was able to put pen to paper...and have a story I was proud of.

Whenever I think of Yin, I get all warm and bubbly. I hope I was able to convey that feeling in this story. I know it's exceptionally long, but still; Thanks for reading.


P.S. Feedback, be it positive or negative, is something I would very much appreciate.

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If you could call walking around town at seven in the evening a date, then that’s what I was up to. Yin never spoke much, so it’s always been hard to figure out what she likes unless I take her out and do everything with her. So far, she seems to have enjoyed playing whack-a-mole at the arcade. She also seemed particularly fond of playing that prize game where you try to grab what you want with a claw that hangs over a pit with toys in it. Actually, to be honest, I don’t think we’ve gone somewhere she didn’t enjoy. Still, it’s a miracle I can even gather that much from her, as I think the longest sentence she’s managed to string together so far was “I just like…fluffy things”. That fluffy thing was a giant stuffed purple dinosaur with a long neck, which I had won on our first date at a carnival the next town over. But what can I say, what she lacked in vernacular she most certainly made up with in actions, never missing a chance to hold my hand, or wrap herself around my arm. She called the dinosaur Simon.

The sun had begun to set, and the temperatures along with it. Despite the fact it was summer, it could get a bit nippy in the evenings if the conditions were right. I was smart about it and had packed myself a sweater should we be out after sundown. Yin had not been blessed with foresight, however, simply opting to wear a simple black dress with purple highlights. I’d never tell her because she looks cute in anything she wears, but that dress was my favorite; it brought out more of her figure than the cut off shorts and tank top she usually wore on hot days.

She had been hanging off my arm since I had first picked her up at her apartment complex, but she was beginning to hold it tighter. A slight shiver she had tried to suppress made its way to her arms, and I could feel her shaking. I couldn’t help but smile; I loved opportunities to have her snuggle up closer to me, but being the gentleman I am, how could I let the girl I love shiver in the cold whilst I stayed nice and warm.

The sun finally began its last descent behind the horizon, and we arrived at the local park where I took the opportunity to find a comfortable patch of grass to sit down on. We’d been going strong since around four, pausing only for a quick bite to eat at a small burger stand, but now was certainly the best time to take a breather.

Sitting down with Yin in close pursuit, I set the backpack down and took out my sweater, wasting no time in getting her sheltered from the chill. She did not go without protest, however;

“But…you will get...”

She trailed off as she usually does, so I didn’t even have to interrupt her.

“Nonsense, as a man, I can’t let my girlfriend just sit in the cold while I’m toasty warm! Besides, I’ll be fine!”

My obvious fib was worth it, as she had that look of trying to smile. That was something else she didn’t do often, but you could tell she put forth an effort when she tilted her head and her cheeks twitched oh so slightly; it was definitely worth it. Of course it was very easy for me to say that, but truthfully it was getting colder than usual and I was having a hard time controlling my shivers. I was managing for the moment

I really wanted to try and strike up a conversation with her, as now was as good a time as ever; but as I said, her conversational skills weren’t the best in the world. I would not be discouraged, however. I shifted myself over to her, so that I could rest my head in her lap. Her cheek twitched again.

“Well, what a day huh?”

Nod

“Think those street performers were pretty cool? I hadn’t heard that song in so long; much less see forty people dance to it.”

Nod nod

“Sorry you had to meet my mom like that, I don’t tell her much. Still, I didn’t think she’d start fawning over you like a lost cat…sorry about it. ”

“It was…fun”

“What, the performers or meeting my mom?”

Nod, and a cheek twitch.

All I could do was smile back, and reach up to hold her hand. She softly returned the gesture, and pulled it close to her chest. I was admittedly very nervous, how often do you get a lap pillow out of the girl you love, and holding her warm hand in the cold to boot?

Another subtle expression surfaced; yet this time it was a different. What most might consider a blank stare; I had learned was a look of concern, which was not something I usually saw from her.

“Something wrong?”

“…Your eyes”

She paused for a long time, and I had to ask;

“My eyes?”

“…Close them”

I obediently did so. As she moved to stand up, my hand was released and my head plunked softly on to a less comfortable dirt pillow.

"Yin...?”

“Eyes closed…and sit up”

Confused as I was, how could I resist that soft voice? No sooner had I sat up than a heavy, warm weight came to rest on my lap. The rest of my body was quickly engulfed in a warm fuzzy…thing.

I stayed silent with my eyes closed, enveloped in that warm fuzz. Even though I could feel my heart trying to burst out of my chest, there was another beat in that bundle.

“Yi-?”

I was cut off by soft lips against mine. I could have died at that moment and have had no regrets, but God must like me because I didn’t drop dead, nor did those lips budge. Without thinking, my arms ended up wrapped around her; and hers around me. I had already guessed what she’d done, but I still needed to open my eyes, if only to see her at this moment.

She had placed herself on my lap, and pulled the sweater over my head, trapping us both within the confines of a half and half cotton/polyester mix. This was truly bold for her, but who was I to complain? After an eternity, she released her lips, and opened her eyes.

“Yin…”

A finger came out from the confines of the sweater and pressed against my lips. She had silenced me yet again.

“Without the sweater…you would catch a cold”

Why my heart refused to explode in my chest is a mystery I still have yet to solve, but I guess it’s a good thing it didn’t. I was no longer able to hold myself back, and held our bodies as close together as they would go, and kissed her as deeply as humanly possible. She returned as earnestly as she could, but it was still as gentle as I could expect from her. There could not have been one forceful muscle in her body.

We sat entwined like that for yet another eternity, until out of desperate need to breathe, we broke from the embrace. Slowly she pushed more of her weight onto my torso, eventually pushing us down onto the ground. It was now very dark, and though the sun was gone with its last rays waning, I could have sworn I saw a slight smile as she looked down on me.

We lay like that for a while; at some times we kissed softly, and others we kissed passionately. Other times still, we simply lay there and held each other, letting our breath’s warm the others face. For a little bit, I thought Yin had managed to fall asleep, as she had buried herself into my shoulder and not moved for some time. However, as the moon took its place in the sky, and even the crickets decided to call it quits, she shuffled around enough to be able to look down at me. A soft hand found its way through my hair, coming around to rest itself on my cheek.

“Scott…”

I could say nothing, because there were no words that seemed right, but I too held her face in my hands. She remained silent, but her cheeks were starting to twitch as if she was trying to say something, and even now I could see how red her face was.

That's when I knew, the perfect response. And I didn't even have to think about it.

“…Me too, Yin”

And this time, with the moon shining brightly behind her, I saw it. No twitch of the cheek, no hidden feeling behind her eyes. All that existed at that moment was us; me…her…and a smile.







I wonder; does Mom want grandchildren?

i loved the last sentence XD

as for criticism, hmm. you should give some kind of description of your self at some point, because i imagined you as lean, about an inch or 2 taller than her, and with black hair, and caucasian.


also "She also seemed particularly fond of playing that prize game where you try to grab what you want with a claw that hangs over the pit with the toys in it." seems like a run on sentence but i cant think of anything that would make it better XD

i was like "awww" when she put the sweater over both of them, it was cute.

by the way, do you mind if i use that title for a poem this inspired me to write? the poem isn't about the story, just the title inspired it. :)

Naively cute. I only found two errors.

PS. This isn't long, it's actually quite decent for a short one-shot.

I didn't put a description of myself in there so you could decide for yourself what Scott looks like. Similar to how mangaka sometimes leave faces blank in h-doujins; put yourself in that situation. I tried to do what I could with that run on sentence, (I've edited it so it loses a few words) but I'll opt to leave it be.

Feel free to use that title, but only if I get to see the poem when your done :)



What does 'naively cute' mean? Also, could you point out those errors?

I went back through and correct 2 grammatical mistakes, and tweaked sentences to make them flow better (removed things that sounded repetitive). Particularly when Yin pulls her sweater over Scott, and when he talks about his heartbeat. Things I've changed have been bolded.

The first was that obscenely long sentence that gardeford pointed out. The other would be this: "I could have died at that moment and have had no regrets, but God must like me because I didn’t drop dead, nor did those lips bulge."

I believe I think you meant 'budge'.

'Naively cute' by the way I used it means this story is both cute (I'll trust you know what cute means) and polarized as an intensity of romance enough to be considered extreme. It describes that very attribute in some deep wish for it to be true despite the unlikeliness, thus naive. Don't take it negatively.

I had to laugh at myself for that mistake, I looked it over four times and never caught it once.

I understand what you mean now, and I think that was something I might have been going for. Certainly this date went perfect for Yin and Scott. Of course chances are slim that this could have happened for real; but hey, isn't the fact that we can make things go as well or as horrible as we like part of the joy of writing?