[Momo eventually does pull back, taking a long breath to steady herself, staring down into Jiro's eyes. It's new for her too, but she can tell that in this moment something has changed. Things have shifted, and this kiss marked a new point in their relationship. Whatever that might be.

Reaching her hand up, she cups Jiro's cheek, fingers stroking up to her hairline, one breaking from the pack to run along the shell of her ear.]

So. I want you to sit up...let me get your clothes out of the way.

[And she'll move so that's possible.]

I think that I've got a feel for how to handle some of this, now.