“Like this?” Mostly naked. She only reluctantly lets him take her picture — she is tired of cameras and how conditioned she is to act in front of them — and definitely not in this state of undress, even though there are nudes of her in art magazines floating around and as negatives in boxes somewhere. It's different because this is intimacy, not vulnerability. Only he can see it. She can stop it when she wants it to stop.
She opens her mouth and wraps her lips around his finger, applying only the very gentlest amount of pressure with her teeth. She counts heartbeats — one, two, three — then lets go. “You oughta kiss me.”