It was quite telling that they were actually doing this, yes it was strange and really quite messed up she was sure, but it was about trust really. He wasn't a total fucking idiot, and she knew him well enough to know he didn't mean a work of it. They'd seen each other in too many horrible states for her to not know what was real. Anyway she had a safe word, a joke of one admittedly, but one she could probably use if she really needed to, if he accidentally touched a raw nerve, but she doubted that would happen, he knew her too well for that.
Again a little sound of pleasure escaped her, though she wasn't sure if it was because his was still undressing her or if it was his words. The air was cool on her skin with her shirt undone, but all she could think about was how she wanted rid of the rest of her clothes, how she wanted him touching her, rough and aggressive.
She shuddered slightly when he said she was his, possibly the only thing he'd said that she truly believed, because it was far too true whether he knew it or not. "So what are going to do?" she enquired "Now you've got me?"