[Rebecca's a woman who trusts moderately in good faith; she wants to see the good in people and she's instantaneously caring towards people she meets. But never all that trusting until she's sure, certain for safety's sake. There are only a handful of people she trusts like she trusts Clay now, not only allowing the hand of his to her throat but gently pressing forward against it while wildly bucking. There's just something exciting about the pressure, the need and inescapable feeling of passing on control to someone else.]
Please. [She's already so close, nearly there but pushes won't be knocked aside.]