Summer had been given a talk of sorts, of the mechanics. But no one told her what to do when she was perched on top of the man she loved, a flimsy layer of fabric separating their bodies, and her heart beating so fast she thought it might burst. She didn't have the benefit of the Marine Corps, hell, she didn't even have the benefit of girlish gossip, the subject was still taboo and she knew for a fact that only one of her friends had ever done this with a boy. But they didn't talk about it.

Still, there was some sort of strange relief she got when he admitted that he didn't know what to do either, implying that he was just as inexperienced as she was, just as 'pure'. And when he said he hoped they could figure it out together, a rush of air left her lungs, a smile parting her lips without her meaning it to. "Okay," she murmured quietly, remembering they had to stay quiet for very obvious reasons. So at his instruction, his plea, she nodded. "I promise." She would stop him if something felt wrong or she decided to back out because while she was meek now, she knew that when she didn't want to do something, she would stand up for himself.

"We can do this. Together." Her mouth pressed to his once more, kissing him with a slow mounting passion, her mind still buzzing with questions about how she should move, where should she touch, what was wrong, what was right, was she supposed to stay in his lap?