[Like a lot of things between them, it makes so much more sense to her once she can understand it in relation to him. She feels the same way about looking at Noah and about wanting to see him, and so his urge to stare at her body becomes much less humiliating the more she brings herself to comprehend it.]

You, too - So are you! It's just that when you act like that, it really gets to me. [Being at the center of his attention, verbal and physical both, makes her thrum. She never really cared much about praise or being admired until it came from him.

She places one hand on his upper arm, then trails it down his bicep, forearm, wrist--until the backs of her knuckles tickle his hand as he moves it over her labia. His caving adventure won't be unassisted. She strokes his hand in encouragement as he moves along, unimpeded or perhaps even encouraged by the wetness growing there. When he discovers the endangered clitoral species, a ring of fire lights so deeply inside her that she's not sure that anything might be able to reach it. Her cunt clenches hard enough that Noah might be able to feel the tensing of her muscles farther down from his hand.]

Be a little gentle there. Just a little...