"And not about rollin' and hatin' and ridin' dirty. Or whipping your hair back and forth. Like ten times." Rae knew more than she liked about hip hop, unfortunately. Shrugging her shoulders, she half-smiled. "Sadly, Misty Star has been put out to pasture." She didn't tell just anyone her stripper name anymore, either. "Maybe someday I can show you the routine." She wagged her eyebrows.
Silas was most definitely not most guys. "No expectations from me, either. Just... do what feels good. You know?" Her free hand found her tummy and she shrugged. "I didn't think I would." She didn't think she'd have to, but she didn't say that part. "But the hormones and stuff go haywire and..." she felt her cheeks heating up a little bit. "Well, you know." She smiled coyly when he called her hot. "Well, that makes two of us then."
"Gotta say, I expected a higher grade. Guess I have to work for it, don't I?" she wet her lips and brought her hand up to touch his chest, before leaning in to kiss him again. So far, so good. She hadn't said or done anything stupid to scare him away, and he wasn't put off by the idea of all of this, so she planned to enjoy as much of it as she could. As she pulled back from the kiss, she tugged on his lower lip with her teeth and then tilted her head to the side, awaiting his final grade. "What do you say? Did I make up the difference?" she wagged her eyebrows and smirked.
Maybe it was a bad idea, but she had noticed both that it was getting late and that it was getting cold outside. So, throwing caution to the wind because it seemed to be the theme of the night. "Do you want to stay tonight?" she asked him. "No expectations, just... a warm place to sleep." Warmer than the boat, anyway.