She wouldn't fight if he resisted when she tried to squirm free and instead moved with him, obligingly. Alright, well - she was fine with kissing him again, nuzzling in against his mouth and lingering there. He was hard - she could see that he was hard, but she wasn't sure yet what, exactly, to do about it.

When she broke the kiss, she sort of mumbled: "Maybe we should have dinner or something before we, um, fuck next time?"