She was moving. He opened his eyes and looked at her, halfway wondering if now would be a good time to just let it go, while the other half of him just didn't want to stop. He kept kissing her for a moment, his mind getting caught in a somewhat unsettling internal battle, before he decided that it was probably going to be better for the both of them if he let Heather call the shots in this situation. She was the one who was the most likely to have the problem with what they were doing, after all. He wasn't the one that had been raped by some alternate version of her, after all.
He slowly scooted back on the mattress. Then he pulled Heather toward him and tried to ease her onto his lap so that they'd be closer together.