She lets him do the brunt of the work, pulling them down to her knees, then helps out a little so she can slip them the rest of the way. That's it, there's nothing more. Nothing else to take off, finally. That took a lot longer than she would have liked! It's been getting late-- or early, more like it-- and if they dragged it out any longer, she might have fallen asleep halfway through. Right now, though, she's got more than enough energy to drape herself loosely around his shoulders.

"Maybe I just like your hands all over me, is that really a crime?" Letting go, she dramatically swoons backwards onto the bed, with her arm over her face. "I don't know if I can live with the thought of having done something so heinous!"

Briefly, though, she peeks out from under her arm. "Am I doing it right? You know, the thing you do, with the sarcasm!"