He kisses me, and i sigh, groan, nearly whimper into that kiss. Arching very slightly closer to him. I don't want to force anything; my body wants what it wants, but it also has needs that are much deeper than simple physical desires.

I ease my hand lower, tracing circles over his skin as it goes. Slowly, nothing hurried. We're relearning each other, in a way, and I want each moment - each touch, each sigh - to be measured and gentle.

I finally dip my hand inside his jeans, and I don't even reach very far before I tremble a little from his heat. I think this may be as far as I am bold enough to go for now. I know my hands, injured as they are, won't be able to do much more.

He will need to guide us further.