He shifted under her, just, had to move with her, or maybe away or beside, something, anywhere; he just couldn't keep still. Not with--oh, that, slow slick gentle motion that sent sparks straight down his spine, pressure that built on itself, that left him no place to go, however he moved. Even his feet were trembling, and it was too good, almost too strange, sharp and hot and insistent.

He shivered all at once, gripped suddenly by the sense that maybe this was too soon or what if it hurt and no, no that wasn't it at all, it was just that he was right to the limit of something, here, only he wasn't sure...but she wanted to be here, with him and oh, he wanted her back.

And then she trailed her fingers down over his, smoothed them down and squeezed in a firm certain kiss that spangled his vision green.