Edward whimpered softly and leaned forward a little as she spoke. Just for a second he had thought that she meant she couldn't continue at all, that she had changed her mind. And while he could not be angry with her for it, he did worry that he might just burst with need. But that wasn't what she meant, it wasn't that at all.
He was glad that she did the trousers for him. The prosthetic was quite a new thing to be getting used to, and he didn't have the patience to make a learning experience out of her clothing right now. And then she was completely naked for him.
"Christ, you're beautiful," he told her, the words just slipping out with no artifice, no intention of flattery. They were just an expression of the first thought that automatically sprang to mind. He licked his lips softly, once again thanking the heavens that he had been allowed the gift of sight again for this moment. "Come here," he told her, shifting a little to accommodate her.