She sits up on one elbow, feeling other parts of her moving too. She can feel all the blood in her moving at once, which is odd. Other parts: between the legs, where his head and hand are very close. It's a strange feeling to want to get hard and know your body wants it too but not be able to, one she's put up with all night, and being able to now is a relief. She's smiling crookedly, biting her lip nervously; this is new and frightening, but she's learned over the past few weeks that things that are frightening aren't always bad. She'd been scared the first time, too.
"You can say it if you want," she murmurs. The b-word, the one she usually squirms away from, the one she has such a complicated relationship with. It's okay when he says it, though. It's different.