[ when she feels the pillow dip, she moves a hand to lightly card through his hair, pushing it back a bit as she goes. maybe the gesture is meant to be soothing, or maybe she's just trying to busy herself while she turns his words over in her mind.

she she's pretty sure she knows what he means (how could she not, at this point?) and more than that, she understands. she might be enjoying the sweetness of this moment, but she has the urge to make things more physical, too. in fact, were this not her first time being in a situation like this, she probably would have encouraged him to stop holding back a long, long time ago. as it is, she's really starting to consider it. ]

Because you want to go all the way, right? [ she has to work to get those words out, because actually saying it out loud is... still embarrassing regardless of their current situation. she even has to take a breath to steel herself before continuing: ] Don't get me wrong! I do, too. But even if we decided to go for it...

[ and she trails off there for a long moment, her embarrassment rising. this is something that has been weighing on her mind on and off for a while now— since before she even came into the bedroom, really— but that doesn't make it any easier to say. ]

We're not, uh... prepared, are we?

[ hopefully he catches her drift. ]