It was definitely the love that compounded that nervousness. It wasn't that she was scared that he'd love her and leave her, that wasn't even a thought. It was that she was scared that she'd be a disappointment to him, be bad at it. But how could she be good at something she'd never done? However, she got reassurance in that kiss, letting herself get lost in it, feeling her heart start to beat faster once more. Her hands found his face, holding it gently as his hand slipped through her hand and the other over her leg. But it was his words that gave her nervousness that final silencing push. "I love you too," she whispered softly, breathlessly as she lowered her body down upon his so that their skin was touching, heat against heat, only one step away from being one. But right then, she was too consumed with kissing him to let herself be nervous, her hand slipping down between them, fumbling a little as it got caught between their stomachs before it stopped just short of touching him.

"Leckie--" she whimpered his name, her eyes opening to meet with his. "I'm ready." With her heart hammering in her chest, her whole body tingling, she wasn't sure she could be more ready, though she'd learn later on. It was then she realized that she wanted him to be the one to align their bodies, that she couldn't do it herself so she moved to pull back again, already feeling a twinge of embarrassment since she'd be the one in charge. (Or maybe it was a weird sense of excitement). She moved to lift up on her knees like before, wondering if he'd sit up too or stay laying down, ready to move however he guided her, even if he had as much as experience as she did.