Her brain was nearly hoarsely screaming 'oh my god' over and over again, but her blood was pulsing so hard and her nerves screamed for the interaction she couldn't have listened to it if she'd tried. His mouth was there and then she felt the bad of his palm lightly, almost tenderly, touching her jaw, lifting her lips that much closer to his.
She couldn't breath, she couldn't even seem to remember how, her lips parted slightly as her own gaze flickered between his eyes and his mouth. Her brain seemed to go blank then with a white light not really paying much attention to what her body was doing anymore, all there was was shot nerves of fear and anticipation and then she- he- they stepped in and the jolt of the soft brushed kiss nearly sent her stumbling back.
But then it happened again, still so tender, her heart was pounding so hard she figured even he could hear it (and was a little embarrassed by it) but she felt her hand suddenly resting on the flat planes of his chest as she rose up on her toes to return the smooth touch of lips, fingers digging a little at the cloth.