Maybe she'd expected him to hesitate more, though why she couldn't say. Maybe she hadn't really believed he wanted her the same way she was ready to want him. Regardless, Jemma was very glad that he didn't, a smile trying to pull her lips away from his when he did kiss her again and she realized she ought to be surprised more by how much she wanted to be doing it, how much she enjoyed it. Under normal circumstances, she wasn't the sort of woman who gave in to her instincts like that, who was ready to give herself to a man she hardly knew anything about that hadn't been printed in a file.

These were far from normal circumstances, and it should have been startling how much she'd come to care for Bruce in such a short time, how quickly his gentleness had soothed away all her reservations and fears about what this, whatever this, was.

She sighed softly, leaning into the kiss, returning it eagerly, coaxing him in closer. Jemma wasn't particularly assertive, but she did know what she wanted and had no problems making that clear. Her hands slid gently over his torso, tracing muscle and scars with the tips of her fingers, slowly working her arm around him.

Cautious, though, not to push for too much too soon, she made sure to take her time of it, hyper-aware of his fingers against her collarbone. Anticipation built inside her, her body responding to the simple touch, but her mind insisting that she couldn't simply force his hand down her chest where she wanted it to go.