This was it, her heart was thundering in her chest, the blood was pumping in her ears so loudly, she almost didn't hear him speak again. She could tell he was ready and that meant she had to be ready too. And she was, she knew she was, her body was aching for more, her soul yearned for the same thing. They were about to do this amazing and beautiful thing, this thing that people fought wars over, wrote sonnets about... Not just sex, but making love. Her eyes met with his as he sat up with her, suddenly she felt a little less nervous, having him close again, that was better, it would be better that way.

And as he held himself steady, she leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, her hands moving to his shoulders as she shifted and started to lower herself. First try, she missed the mark, making a soft sound, looking sheepishly at him before her hand boldly covered his, helping herself get a feel for where she needed to go. And after another try, she got it, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt the warmth of his arousal press against her, her eyes falling shut, hand returning to his shoulder, curling against his skin.

It wasn't so bad, she'd heard it would hurt, but so far, her body just felt a little stretched, and she forced herself to open her eyes to look at him as she slowly started to lower herself, realizing that they were finally, finally one.