Agreeably, she wraps her legs around him as he carries her to the bedroom, her mouth trailing idly along his jawline as he navigates. "You just keep letting me know where you're at," she responds with a smile as he climbs over her. There's no wrong timeline or angle of approach. Her hands settle at his waist for a moment before she runs them slowly up along his back, enjoying the way the familiar planes of his muscles feel through his shirt.

She can't help but chuckle a little at the question. "We talked about how you could picture things you wanted to do with me, but you couldn't remember doing them before. So you knew you'd done them, but you didn't have the context for when. And how I'd never been with someone who was with me instead of a cover." Her mouth lilts into a little smirk. "I believe you used the term muddlin', so it's safe to say there were some nerves."