A lot of it was feeling through things without having a whole preliminary discussion about things beforehand. They probably could have had that discussion, but this was a little more interesting, if a little more precarious for both of them. She was good enough at reading body language, though, that it took away a little bit of the risk associated with just diving right into this kind of dynamic. And there was still etiquette. There was still a line. As long as she kept asking and he kept saying yes, she figured there wasn't a whole lot more they needed to discuss just then.
She had started to slip closer to him when he reached out for her and pulled her in against him. There was no attempt to suppress her smirk or the brief flicker of delight that went across her face. Slowly, she slipped her arms around his shoulders and drew herself completely in against his body. There was enough skin-on-skin contact to make it a little titillating and water was a natural conduit, so it felt just a little more intense than it might have if they'd both been warm and dry and somewhere a little more conventional.
Audrey tipped her head in and nuzzled softly against his jaw, then down against his neck, before lifting her head to murmur, "Tell me what to do," against his ear.