He felt like curling into a ball when he saw the flash of pain cross her face.  He could feel her muscles tense, her hands on his back trying to gain hold of something during the flash of pain.  But that didn't match the way he felt - the brazen, sudden thrust felt<em>great</em>to him, like nothing else.  And that same tremendous pleasure brought so much pain to her.  If she hadn't grabbed his face when she did, he was going to stop... he wasn't going to have pleasure at her pain.<br/><br/>Then she began to move her body, sliding him inside of her.  And he thought he was going to lose his mind.<br/><br/>He laughed when she did, the deep breath of fear and anxiety finally exhaled as he picked up her rhythm, carefully moving atop her.  Forcing his face closer to her, he kissed her as he felt himself sliding into her, a bit of worry still intertwined in his muscles, but her laughed a sedative to that fear.  He couldn't help but smile - it sure felt good enough, but the way Valla held him was the real kicker.  He knew that his admission would change things, but this would even more.  He knew there would be good and ill, but the way she looked at him, kissed him... perhaps even loved him, physically at least, he knew that there would be more good than ill.  If anything, he wouldn't get cold at night.