The sound that slipped from Layla's throat was one she had never heard before. It was quiet, but it was distinctly new. It was also just distinct- she wasn't entirely sure that any other feeling in the world could have elicited that particular noise from her. It was easier to think about that, in that first moment at least, than about anything else.

I'm not going to let myself think 'I can't believe this is happening' because it demonstrably is. But.

Her hips tilted of their own volition, in place of squirming or fidgeting because there was a question, probably begged of inexperience, of what to do with herself. She didn't know what to do, not in that moment, but she knew that what was being done was... amazing.