"Mmm," was the reply he received as the weight of his head settled against her. "Bit rough, aren't you? Outlaw and all." Her words were soft, though, and as she felt the knot in his shoulder release, she smiled. No one could ever make her feel this way, and she was reminded how grateful she was to her father for allowing her the choice to wait for him. Even if Robin had told her not to.
Releasing her grasp on him, she hesitated only a moment before seeming to convince herself. Being so forward was still new to her, but he never seemed to complain and it only nurtured it in her. Urged her to not only give him the things he wanted, but to get what she wanted as well. "Come on," she prodded lightly, "shirt off." Her hands reached for his waistband, tugging at edges where his t-shirt had stubbornly remained tucked in. Obviously to reach his shoulders better. Obviously.