"Well, if it's any consolation," Glory said, blushing a little, "I'm embarassed too. I mean... Nobody's ever seen me undressed before..."

"I don't have that problem..." Léan chuckled, glancing at himself. True, he never wore clothes for his upper body, and he never covered his tail up.

"Yeah, well, I tend to actually, you know, wear things," Glory said teasingly.

"That you do." Léan closed his eyes, relaxing for a moment. "...Shall we go in?" He was still nervous, and embarrassed. But that probably wasn't going to change, not for a while.

"Yeah," Glory said softly. "Let's go."

Léan shifted in his wheelchair, taking the time to turn it around. He was quiet, and he waited for her to lead the way.

Turning, Glory walked into her bedroom, waiting for him to follow.

Léan wheeled himself in after her, making sure he was fully in the room and she wouldn't close the door on one of the wheels, or part of the chair.

Glory closed the door behind him and then sat down on the bed. She wasn't quite sure what to do after that.

Léan had a vague idea of what to do, but with him being him...he wasn't about to say it, or even do it...not right away. Instead, he wheeled himself over to the bed and slowly pulled himself off of the wheelchair. He sat next to her, resting his head on her shoulder affectionately.

Glory leaned against him as well, cuddling with him. After a moment, she tilted his head up gently and kissed him.

Léan closed his eyes and returned her kiss, tail absently flicking back and forth next to him.

"We can take things slow," Glory murmured as she kissed him again.

"That would probably be a good idea..." Léan muttered, "...since we both don't know much of what we're doing..." He seemed happy to kiss her again.

"Well, it can't be that difficult," Glory teased softly.

Léan huffed, amused. "You would be surprised..." he retorted, idly. He tried to recall what little he knew--or wanted to remember, at least, from his past--of what precisely to do...and how to go about it.

"Then we'll take it slow," Glory replied. She pulled off her sweater, though she still had a layer on underneath it. "Kiss me again."

Léan hesitated. Then, he leaned forward and kissed her, reluctantly closing his eyes again and allowing himself to relax.

Glory returned the kiss, letting herself enjoy it. She loved him, and she wanted to show him, she just wasn't quite sure how.

Léan came to the uneasy realization, and recollection, that he was the only one who had any kind of experience, if it could even be called that...and he would probably have to find a way to help lead. He was clearly uncomfortable with this, but he grudgingly accepted that role, and tried to think of what the next steps would be.

Glory noticed when he stopped responding to her.

"Is something wrong?" she asked softly.

"I am trying to form steps in my mind, of how to go about this..." Léan admitted, resting their foreheads together gently.

"You think too much," Glory said, kissing him. "Don't you ever just play things by ear?"

"I like making plans..." Léan replied, and then he sighed, clearing his throat. "But, if you want me to stop, I will. We can do this your way."

"I want you to be as comfortable with it as you can," Glory said. "Don't worry about me right now."