She might not even mind if he lapsed in gentle/rough calculations, to be honest. Though she really doesn't mind how it is now, either. But as soon as he's gotten her topless, the nerves start to creep back. Which is odd, since she's fairly sure there hadn't been any last time. Except this is ... different. Different in a way, just as impossible, but different.

His kisses are indulged upon though, hands lifting to slide against his shoulders, up and over his head to rake through the short cropped hair there, resisting the urge to kiss his crown- at least for now. She wants to let him explore, to do what he wants and drag it out-- well. Maybe not that much. But for now, she'll just soak it in, smiling away above him like an utter loon.