[Her legs and lips obey him, and even her towel seems eager to please, its folds coming loose but not away, their bodies and the wall too close to let it fall. There's not much she can do anymore besides cling to him and let him lead her. Saya's inexperience wasn't enough to make her hesitate in her trust of him, but she can't keep up mentally; Haji never treated her like this.]
[It's amazing that when she'd imagined, fleetingly, a moment like this, there was a good deal more embarrassment. Reality is guided by her instinct, a hundred years denied, and it guides her leg to bend and curl near Li's hip, her free hand to press into his back, and it doesn't care that her modesty is one good towel-yank away from being gone completely.]
[No more gasps, but now a whimper along with a shudder; it sounds and feels like surrender. She's so tired of control. Let his will, and not hers, decide this.]