Armas felt her tense and the muscles in her throat strain and tighten. His ears could almost hear her heart pound as the silence grew thick in the air and he contemplated the thought that she was to afraid to answer.<br/><br/>Ready to give up and drift to sleep, he closed his eyes only to be met by the noise of rustling fabric and his arm moving as she turned around. Opening his eyes, Armas moved his  body enough to give her room to turn. When her hands rested on his chest, he moved his other arm beneath her head to craddle her face.<br/><br/>When she leaned forward, his eyes watched her till the first kiss was lain. He let her take initiative but the moment he stopped, his eyes opened and he watched her. His thumb brushed her cheek as he leaned forward. He could feel the warmth of her as she proceeded again, but he let his arm uncurl from around her back and take up one of her hands as he moved ever closer.<br/><br/>When their lips met, he felt his body rise up to meet the challenge of her first attempt at her first real kiss, given to him. His hand gently squeezed hers as he opened his mouth and returned her favor but his tongue made his drive all the more. He pressed forward again, but his other hand slid from beneath her head as he sat up.<br/><br/>He broke the lock of fingers as he took her hand to guide it to his back as she ran her fingers through his hair. He made do with one hand to hold himself up as the other drew back under the small of her back and he hugged her to him.<br/><br/>His body blindly drew upon the little bits of her essence he could get, but a kiss was never enough. No, he grew a little more rough and needy by the minute as the pain began to recede. He could feel his jaw work more as he broke their kiss to lay his lips upon her neck and down. Fabric curbed his last kiss, but he would not be restrained for much longer.