Shifting under his touch, a half-conscious attempt at getting more, something, anything, Jenny leans up enough to kiss him again, one hand at his jaw, the other between them. She hardly knows what she's doing, more inexperienced than she would actually have wanted to admit to being, no matter how worried she was about telling him that this wouldn't be her first time, but she knows enough, and instinct takes care of the rest. Backs of her fingers brushing down his chest, they find the edge of fabric and slip beneath, curling around the length of him, more to encourage than to accomplish anything else. "Good," she says on an exhale, breaths coming short and shallow, eyes wide as she looks up at him. "Cameron."