Oh, she was ready — so it was time to really do this. Ford technically was too, at least physically. Between the way her body arched in response to his touch and the noises she occasionally made and the heat of her under his hands he'd been hard for a while by the time she said something. He felt less mentally ready; he was still feeling her out, getting a sense of what her body was like, but — maybe that was something he simply couldn't expect from tonight. He'd only slept with two people before, one of whom he'd been kissing and cuddling and fondling for weeks beforehand and the other of whom had been his best friend; he clearly wasn't going to achieve the same level of familiarity or intimacy today, when an hour ago they'd been little better than strangers. So — she was ready, and it was time to do this.
"Alright," he said, mouth dry with nerves. He shifted his weight and positioned himself between her legs, then paused again. He didn't know how much she knew about all of this — enough that someone had undressed her in the cloak room last month, but little enough that she'd never seen a man fully naked. She'd said she was ready but he wasn't sure if she knew precisely what it was she was initiating, so as a precaution he explained, "This is the bit that might hurt. Just a little and just the first time, but — tell me if you want me to slow down, alright?"
He felt like he ought to do something else to prepare, but by this point it was pretty obvious that he wouldn't be needing the lubrication spell he knew. So there really wasn't anything left to do, no other reasons to stall. He had intended to start very slow but he had expected more resistance — after a slight press he slipped all the way into her, and froze in embarrassment and panic as he waited for her to — scream, or something, maybe. She didn't scream, and half a second later his anxiety over having possibly messed everything up so soon subsided enough for him to recognize how good being inside her felt. He sighed and relaxed his shoulders slightly, then started to rock his hips, at first slowly then gradually building speed. He reached for her thigh again and pulled one of her legs up around his waist.
"Oh," he breathed; he'd reached for her thigh mostly on instinct and hadn't anticipated how the change of angle would change the feeling of it all. He should ask if this was okay, he thought distantly — he should ask if she liked this or not — but full sentences seemed a little out of reach at the moment. "Oh, that's —" But he expected anything that might follow would sound terribly stupid in hindsight, so instead of trying to finish the sentence he kissed her.
Some time later, when he was spent and breathless, when his back was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and he had collapsed into the space beside her on the bed, he found himself seeking out her hand to hold. "I'm glad we decided to do that tonight," he said, half into his pillow as he was lying on his stomach. "Feels like it gets easier from here."
Set by Lady!
