AND NOW MY TURN TO APOLOGIZE....

[Listen, she may have come to love (most) things about him, but sometimes a boy best learn his place. Especially when she's intending this to be an absolutely perfect first time. She's taking charge, perhaps a bit unawares, and as she settles him back onto the bed, a serious look crosses her face.

Determination to set aside the nervousness bubbling up. A desire kindling for this to go right, for something good and wholesome and right after months of fighting to reach its proper culmination. She shifts to straddle him proper as his hands rest on her hips, and there's that fluttering in her chest as she looks down at him, fluttering down lower as his voice goes softer, genuine...

And the determination in her gaze dissipates immediately, caught off-guard, and she blushes, cheeks glowing pink, the tips of her ears a matching shade. There's a smile, an almost nervous laugh, and she leans in, kissing him without a word, on hand bracing near his head as the other comes to cup his cheek.]

I do... [She pulls away for a tick, to catch her breath, nosing him affectionately.] I love it too. [And she leans back down to kiss him again, slanting her mouth against his.]