Little by little, she seemed to ease around him, although Jim never dared to move any faster, nor to move at all until he was sure she was alright. He didn't bury himself all the way in either, stopping once they were close enough for their bodies to be pressed flush, his lips landing on her face in a series of warm kisses.

He waited, then. Waited until she either told him to move or started to move herself, until he was sure that a roll of his hips wouldn't bring her more discomfort and pain than it would pleasure.