Have mercy, she whimpered internally as his lips met hers. She did not know what to do, how to respond, how to act, oh God, his lips felt... Oh god. She moved her hands up between them, and even he would probably know she was about to try and push him away just by the way he could read her. Try and fail, for her hands ended up in useless lumps against his chest and she swayed closer, her mouth opening with a sigh and granting the opportunity to deepen, to lay claim to the woman who would soon wed him.

Then she remembered who she was, that she was a damnable vicar's daughter and that kissing a man could lead to sin. The confusion of learned behavior and now this, it was so much to think about. "No," she murmured against his mouth, a plea for him to stop, yet it was also a plea for him not to stop. She didn't know what kind of plea it was for if he even dared to pull away from the kiss at that moment, well... She probably wouldn't let him.