It's too much and not enough at once, too much feeling, but not enough, too; she squirms against him and makes a frantic, needy little sound and though she can't catch his mouth in a kiss, she nuzzles against his hair and digs her fingers into his shoulders and shifts her body closer to him, wanting more than this. But she's scared of it, too--not sex, but opening herself up to the feeling and potential for the crushing loss that may come with it--and there's a struggle between fear and arousal for a moment before she sighs and slides her fingers into his hair. "Jack," she whispers, and her voice is very small. "I need a minute."