Somehow, though it shouldn't, it comes as a surprise, mostly because Jenny can't help thinking that she's the one who got him there. It isn't the first time, of course (for the two of them, yes, but not for her), and the same would have happened if he'd been with someone else, she's sure of it, but he isn't. She's the one who's here now, her name on his lips, and that's as stunning as the way she makes him feel, body tensing with what she knows must be herself getting close, too. "Oh, oh, god —" she manages to get out, gasping for breath, and then, suddenly, she's gone, too, clinging to him as the only way to see her through it, head tipping back and eyes fallen shut as she lets out a moan.