Re: quicklog: jason t/gwen s
[Her mind was everywhere, but that was no new development. Gwen wasn't very good at turning it off, and her thoughts bounced from landing point to landing point, lighting on quick phrases of understanding before moving onto the next.
Her previous experiences with boys, if one excluded the clubs and the older men there, were with Harry and Peter, and those were as different as night and day. But neither of them were particularly fast, and foreplay was totally a thing she expected. She was skittish in bed, and that came from a lack of extended experience. She and Pete had messed around back home, and she'd only been with Harry a few times. She'd been a virgin when she got knocked up, and how was that for statistical data? So her mind was everywhere, and even with the warmth coiling in her belly she was a little shock still at the intensity and speed.
His hand between her thighs felt good, even with the concerns and fears, and her fingers closed on his shoulders, as if holding on would somehow halt inertia.
She turned her cheek slightly, giving the kiss space, but without making any effort to dislodge the hand between her thighs.] Hey. [It was a greeting against his cheek, a slow down without actually saying the words.]