Quin also had to trust in her that she was ready— that she trusted him here almost put too much pressure on the situation, but he could hopefully handle it. He knew the first time wasn't generally the best, but hopefully it would be good enough. Neither one of them had anything to compare anything to anyway.

Giving himself a moment, Quin could focus on moving slow by at least starting where they were comfortable. He slid the hand on her cheek to the back of her neck gently, trying to keep the intensity light for the moment. Quin pulled her in close again, daring to venture from her lips once more, he pressed his against her neck and racing pulse. There were far too many layers for him to even begin to think about where to start there so he slid his hand up into her hair, pulling at the pins he could find easily, letting them clatter to the floor. He was rewarded with the fresh scent of her hair that had him tightening his hold on her even more. That was an unexpected sensation and he was reacting pure impulse, all while trying to keep a clear enough head to read her reactions.