[She lets him take the lead, feeling like she's been caught in a riptide. She doesn't know what she's doing, or how to react when his tongue slides in. Her hands hover uncertainly before they settle on his hips.
Everything's awkward and strange and electric. She's painfully aware of how inexperienced she is, and the idea of breaking away and hiding under a rock for the rest of her life is tempting except for the part that involves breaking away. Every time he pulls back, a little whimper escapes her throat and her fingers clutch at his shirt as though to keep him from leaving.]
action; shed
Everything's awkward and strange and electric. She's painfully aware of how inexperienced she is, and the idea of breaking away and hiding under a rock for the rest of her life is tempting except for the part that involves breaking away. Every time he pulls back, a little whimper escapes her throat and her fingers clutch at his shirt as though to keep him from leaving.]