New, unknown steps are scary as they are thrilling, that's something she knows intimately herself. That he's willing to let her be the one controlling things? Well, that's a gift in itself.

"And I, you, with mine," she assures him, her voice soft and she kisses him, something soft and chaste and short-lived.

She can hear her own heart thudding in her ears still, an electric thrill in her veins. She slides one hand up to curl fingers around his shoulder to steady herself before she shifts in a single, fluid motion from beside him to very suddenly in his lap, a knee on either of side of him.

The flush that rushes to her cheeks would be hidden if not for the lights casting strange shadows and the brightness of the moon. She wants to kiss him, something deeper and more ravenous than the last one, but she's patient, letting him adjust, and watching all those tiny shifts in the feature of his face for any signs that it's too much.