If she had to spend the rest of her life trying to figure out the mechanics of their sexual relationship, then it was something she'd have to deal with. She didn't mind though, not in the least. Although she knew it wouldn't take that long, no, she was fairly sure that they'd figure it out pretty quick and work from there to bring each other to newer and higher pinnacles of ecstasy. Anything that meant more time with Will was alright with her though, she'd known him practically half her life and yet she knew very little about him. What he looked like when he was sick, or all mussed up after a long restless night. The simple things like what annoys him or what turns him on, what turns him off. Things that, up until now, she didn't know about him, that the unspoken boundaries of their friendship didn't permit.
Only mildly concerned about the fact that her shirt was wide open, Sloane quickly wrapped it around herself, to keep it secured she tucked it into the hem of her skirt, which she smoothed out. It was really only her and Will, and she didn't mind him seeing her body, in fact she liked it. The way his eyes raked across her naked flesh and the look in his eyes only succeeded in turning her on, instead of embarrassing her. She smiled, full of warmth and contentment as she clasped his hand and followed him upstairs to his bedroom. Once inside the confines of his bedroom, Sloane turned to Will, kissing him slowly. She really did enjoy the feel of his lips on hers.
It likely wasn't at all a secret that Will would have been more than happy to have Sloane stay naked, or, rather, get more naked. He liked the way she looked, felt, tasted...well, he just liked everything about her body. More than liked, really. Part of what made it so easy, so natural feeling to wrap his arms around her once they were inside his room, and dip his head to kiss her back. Will grinned into the kiss for a moment, just happy to be with her, while his hands slid down to pull her shirt from her skirt and open it again. His fingers smoothed over her satiny, bare skin beneath, unhurried and uncomplicated, sliding her shirt over her shoulders and down her arms. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest as he deepened their kiss, although it was more out of this afterglow overlay desire to touch her, than the prelude to an immediate second romp, and Will definitely lingered with knowing fingers across the exposed sides of her breasts.
As he slipped off her shirt she smiled involuntarily into his mouth, her hands snaking up his chest to cup his face. Sloane still couldn't get over that fact that it was Will, that he pulled off her clothes and touched her body, the thought made her smile with delight. Running a hand through his hair she pulled back from him momentarily, her eyes running over his face. The warm brown eyes she was unable to meet when she was in high school she stared into freely, making the little butterflies in her stomach start up momentarily. "You still give me butterflies," she murmured, not really sure why.