Every kiss, every movement, every touch was something new, and here and there a soft giggle filtered from her lips, delighting in each bit of him that she learned... and then she felt his hand upon her leg, not through her skirt but beneath it; the soft layers of filmy cloth gathered against his wrist as his fingers slid slowly upward, and she gazed at him from mere inches away.<br/><br/>The girlish laughter faded into the dark night above as she weighed the struggle within her.<br/><br/>The joy of being with him here, now, far outweighed the importance of maintaining her innocence for the sake of her family. She was loyal, devoted, and yet this felt beyond family ties, untouchable to the strictures that should have kept her from ever leaving the party with him.<br/><br/>Lips slightly swollen and darkened from kissing were  parted for soft, sweet breaths as she answered his question as silently as he asked it - her leg shifting beneath her gathering skirt and his moving hand, sliding gently toward him as she gave a slight nod.