Well, there was her confirmation at his suspected experience, she supposed. Jesse had too much restraint to still be a green boy, a fact further proved by how readily he removed himself from her. Fallon pitied the women he'd left in his past, for after sampling what bedding Jesse was like she doubted many men were similar. His past lovers would have to content themselves with mediocre touch and half as handsome lovers. The shame.

"It is," she confirmed. Most times, the short whimpers and moans were elicted from her before Fallon knew they had filled the air. The only time she was aware of the noises was when she was saying his name, and even then it came across more huskily than intended. "I don't think you could do wrong," Fallon chuckled lightly and reached over to graze her hand on his cheek. "If you can, I fear what it is." Even his rough touch felt amazing. Short of their encounter being too rushed Fallon couldn't envision a scenario where she didn't enjoy him.

She inched towards him until her curled arm touched his chest. "You'll show me what makes you scream like a banshee, then?" Fallon teased, still not wholly certain women did such things but that there was something wrong with her. "I might not have been a Ravenclaw, but I was always a very eager student."