She moves to meet him half way, giddiness she hasn't know in so long, fluttering in her belly. He's beautiful. He's sweet. And she's going to have him for the night. It won't be her first time, but it will be a first. She's going to give him everything she has, as much as he'll take. She wants a memory too. Something to carry her through darker nights, to remind her that there are good men in the world.

She kisses him gently, at first, careful and slow. She gives him time to learn, how best to turn the head, the way lips slide over lips, how breath mingles and brushes against cheeks. It's not a terribly deep kiss, but it's one that kicks up her blood, for all it's restraint and promise at once.