Whether she realized it or not, he was much too busy getting his boxers off and trying not to make her uncomfortable to stare, though the fact that they were naked and close together a moment later was certainly not lost on him. He'd seen naked pictures of girls, sure, you couldn't serve in the Marines and miss that, but he had never been naked with a girl like this, of course. He wasn't shy, per se, he just... wanted to get things right. Maybe this would have been easier if they hadn't both felt like they did, if this had simply been a tumble between the sheets to feel good... but it was because of how they felt that they were here, like this, and he wouldn't have traded that for all the world.

So when she pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss, he shifted underneath her, kissing her back, trying to give her whatever reassurance and excitement she was looking for, because he needed a little reassurance, himself, that this would be good - better - because they were figuring it out together. "I love you," he mumbled, one hand moving up to her hair, the other sliding down to just rest on her leg, just letting her know he was here, he wasn't going anywhere, and she could take as long as she liked, even if being naked underneath a girl was doing a hell of a number on his body's level of arousal.