I twitch a little at the brush of his fingers, my natural energy preventing me from properly staying still pretty much ever. Even at a time like now, when we are relearning each other, when we are relearning trust and acceptance.

I smile at him, at his words. I don't know about 'honor', but I do love him more than I ever thought I could love someone. And I always knew I was able to love rather a lot. Already, and always, loved him rather a lot.

I breathe evenly when he slides a finger inside, doing my best to relax past the initial resistance. I keep my eyes on him, on his face, wanting to see whatever he's feeling.