It seemed she didn't need to give him much of anything. He was doing fine finding things to do on his own and she could barely keep her oh-so clinical hold on the man.

She made her first pleased sound of the whole encounter as she settled against his chest. She moved very obligingly to give his hand more room, another muffled sound falling against the press of his lips and heat of his tongue.

He had said to explore though and she was glad to, maybe even faintly eager deep down. Her occupied hand stroked over him while her other moved to his shoulder.