Ashe is just as eager to map out his body with her own hands and familiarize herself with where it is he likes to be touched and just how much pressure to use to draw out the best reaction. It's nearly an overwhelming experience to be touched by him. While she prided herself on control, it's the first time she's been in bed with a man and wanted to share the experience equally. To give as much as receive. To let go of control instead of lead the show. So when he asks her to lay down, she's quiet and compliant in a way she is not with more casual lovers.

Laying down she feels a sudden wave of vulnerability wash over her under his gaze and his touch. She doesn't tell him that she's usually the one on top, but it's obvious in the way she lets out a slow sigh and waits curiously to see what he'll do next. For her part, she's not completely passive. Her hands find their way back to his body where they continue their exploration as he continues his. Desire grips at her stomach and the ache is almost painful in its intensity. She rolls her hips as if searching out contact.

Elizabeth Ashe is not one to beg but she's considering it a viable option because as much as she loves the slow torture of it all, they've spent two decades stuck in some form of foreplay or another and she's feeling greedy for it's culmination. She offsets her own need by moving her hand down over his backside and up his thigh, hoping to build the the same intensity in him.