"Please," he exhaled, swallowing heavily as he looked up at her, his expression bordering somewhere between plaintive and desperate. In that moment, it didn't matter that he was technically the more experienced or that he ought to be helping her through this and not the other way around. Intimacy of any kind had always been something of a gray area for him, one that he enjoyed, of course, but only when -- or if, as the case could be -- he remembered it. He could barely recall the last time he'd been in a similar situation, memories blurred together in a haze of colors and sounds, though it had to have been approaching on two years ago.

Admittedly, that's probably not the best thing to be thinking about right now.