He let her move and adjust herself to lay beneath him fully, and he felt a spike of... something rush through him, down his chest and gut and belly, like icy electricity. Any sort of clever words faded on his tongue, any sort of complicated thoughts crumbled. He let his weight settle on top of her entirely as she pulled him down, and he kissed her back, pressing her down hard into the pillow. His hands slid down her sides and up along her legs, squeezing her thighs. Heat and thrill pumped through his veins, his heart hammering in his ears. His body responded to the passion without his conscious thought, his hips pushing down against hers. A low groan hummed against their lips, and he broke with a low gasp. His eyes were dark and full of a primal sort of need, and he cupped her cheek with one hand as he panted softly. "Malia," he whispered, intending to say more, but words failed him utterly. He pressed his forehead against hers, eyes closing, breathing deep and slow and careful. He laughed, low and admittedly a little nervous, though he made no move to get up or shift away from her. "This is... new ground entirely, for me," he admitted quietly, eyes opening to inspect her face.