[His eyes switch between watching where her body is taking his in and flicking up to her face, watching how she's doing with it. She seems okay, seems to be liking it, if that smile and the flush to her face is anything to go by. His hands are there, still holding her, not pulling or pushing, but just there, because he wants to touch her. He always wants to touch her, even if it's just to curl his fingers in her hair or link their hands together. He just likes to know he can touch her and she lets him. Wants him to. It's a good feeling and one he likes to indulge in.

She stops and he sees the crease in her brow, the concentration and he squeezes her hips, feeling that tight grip of her body around his.]

It's okay, Rach. Take your time. I'm not going anywhere.

[Hell no, he wasn't going anywhere. He was happy right where he was. His breath blew out of him when she just... pushed down like that, but the sound of her whining had him trying to sit up, hands moving to pet over her, stroke her, comfort as he apologized.]

Sorry, sorry. Shhh, it's okay. Don't move or anything. Just... I'm sorry.

[He wished it didn't have to be so uncomfortable for girls the first time. It wasn't fair, really.]