Her eyes close, and she smiles. 'Semantics,' she purrs, leaning back against his chest, one hand reaching up and back to weave in his hair, the other finding the crease of his hip. The wonder of being able to touch him still makes her breath hitch in her chest. Hasn't she wanted to do just this for so long? Hasn't she dreamed of him holding her like this?

This thought brings with it a new revelation. She can tell him as much, now.

'Y'know...' It should be easy, but she still hesitates. Uncharted territory. 'I used to.. fantasize about this. About coming home after a long day, and turning on the hot water. Closing my eyes and letting it beat down on me. And then, feeling you slip in behind me. Put your hands on me.'