I guided Emi back onto the bed, watching her sapphire hair spread across my pillow. Her eyes were wide, nervous but eager. The antennae-like strands of hair bobbed with her every movement, something that should have looked ridiculous but only made her more endearing.
"I've never..." she started, then stopped, cheeks flushing pink.
"I know," I replied, leaning down to kiss her gently. "But you want to, right?"
She nodded quickly, too quickly. "Yes! I just... I don't want to disappoint you."
A laugh escaped me. "Trust me, Emi. You couldn't disappoint me if you tried."
The Nectar hummed between us as our lips connected again, and I felt her small body shudder beneath mine. Her hands moved tentatively to my shoulders, then to my chest, exploring with innocent curiosity. She was so different from Cel – where Cel had been all controlled passion finally unleashed, Emi was pure openness, her emotions playing across her face without filter.
