[the distraction to her neck and collarbone draw a pleased sigh from her, allowing herself open to the new stroke of confidence empowering dimitri's moves. she thinks his words over, but keeps quiet for now, hitching one of her legs up between his and pressing against his groin.]

[he's so idealistic.]

There will be more times like this to look forward to. [she mutters back, fumbling with the strings of his trousers, a hard task with just one hand.] It will make each time more special.

[now loose, she urges him to pull his trousers down, her hand grabbing at one of his arms and guiding him to do so.]

Are you doing alright?

[propriety.....and all that]