She's not letting the moment slip away

Jenna didn't think about the consequences: Hannah's hand was warm, and soft, and it wanted to touch her, and she wanted nothing more in that moment than to let it touch wherever it wanted. She didn't resist as it pulled her top up over the old bra she'd worn to the concert, not knowing that it would end up on display to a partner later that night. She didn't resist as Hannah pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it over the side of the couch, though she did whimper softly for that brief moment when she stopped kissing in order to get it off her. And she didn't resist when she felt the bra give way, felt the cool air against her bare skin as she ended up topless and making out on the pool house couch.

It only spurred her forward, into Hannah's arms, practically melting against her as they continued to kiss, to touch each other. She gasped at the lips on her neck, boldly taking advantage of her pulling away to mimic the other girl's movements and tug her shirt off as well.

"Oh god," she heard Hannah whisper as her shirt joined Jenna's on the floor, "I can't believe we're finally doing this, I can't believe-"

And for once, Jenna silenced someone else's anxious ramblings, not just her own. She didn't argue with her or dismiss what she was saying, didn't try to convince her that it would all be okay. She just gently lifted Hannah's chin with one finger so she could look her in the eye, gave her the most reassuring smile she could muster, and quieted her with another loving, passionate kiss.

The pair were so lost in their own blissful little world that neither of them noticed the faint rattling of the door across the room: the one that, if opened, would give quite a show to whoever was on the other side.