Ember shrieked with laughter and scrambled onto the bed. Not exactly ladylike or tragic but so much fun. She waited until he was a little closer and reversed the roles when he was on the bed too. She wasn't nearly tall enough to really knock him off balance, but trying was fun. And it was interesting getting to touch someone...
She trailed her hand over a scar on his chest and kissed his lips again. She spoke in an oddly serious tone, though not nervously: "I'm not sure I can do all of this right- like the kissing and... well. I want to-" she added in case that sounded like she didn't, "but you have to tell me if I do it wrong." In Ember's experience, everything was easier if you just said something.