With her hair comes a big waft of her shampoo, something floral and sweet, cigarette smoke — her own and other people's — and a tiny hint of her perfume. Her head dips and she kisses his bottom lip, then both corners of his mouth, tracing his smile, before her head jerks up.
Her face reddens. No matter how much they do this, there will never be a time when she's not at least a little faintly embarrassed about it. But she keeps doing it anyway, because Lee gets it now, why everyone throughout all of time has been obsessed with sex: because it's great. It's great! Nobody told her it was great. Well no, they told her at great length and top volume very frequently, she just chose to ignore it. But his hand is on her leg, her hip, the quiet private places nobody else ever touches, she can't ignore this.
"Okay," she says. "But, um." She chews on her lip, tries to stop. "Are you sure, because, um... I was thinking — I mean —" She reaches over and guides his hand around to the back of her thigh, then slightly up, the one part of her still covered in any fabric at all. "I want you inside me."
Then she looks at him like, is that okay? Did she just say something disgusting?