Her eyes flick between his features and the tense form of his body with a rapt attention. After so long wondering how couples laid together, hearing gossip, firm, theoritical, lessons, and peeks by the riverbed at bathing men, she is now learning it all herself - and it feels so strangely thrilling to know. Following his prompting, remembering how he has jumped the night before from just one kiss, but here he says he prefers something firmer.

So she does that with attentive eagerness, her fingers curling around him tighter, she tried to do as he said. Her hands are soft and her fingers long and clever from so much time sewing, used to delicate work that she applies strangely now. Letting them brush, curl and swipe them, to learn each response of his body. When his eyes close or flutter, his breath hitching or coming sharper, she repeats it, or slows down when it seems better to drag it out a little. Finding a even paced rhythm with the effort that he seems to enjoy.