It feels like ages since someone has run their fingers through her hair. Her eyes close for a moment in enjoyment but open up when he says her name.

The look on her face changes to one of surprise and then quickly slides into one of adoration. Her hand comes up to press against his cheek fondly.

"Then say it."

The words don't hold the bite they had when she spoke with him on the phone. You say it first. They are permission, not a demand. Right now she only wants him to do what he feels comfortable with.