Eve's eyes searched his own as he pulled back from the kiss they shared.  So much of their physicality with one another had been just soft comforts.  A kiss in greeting, an embrace as they said goodbye.  As his hands went to her back, her eyes fluttered closed.  It was still a relatively unscandalous place to touch her, but it felt like a special touch all the same.  Eve looked up at him, nodding slowly to express that this was exactly what she wanted.  He had known early on how much he cared for her and even if her feelings were continuing to evolve at a slower pace, she wanted to feel more of him.<br/><br/>Her hands slid down his chest to meet the hem of her shirt and she carefully began to lift the article of clothing over her head, so as not to court the anger of her injury.  Beneath the shirt she wore a plain, nude-colored bra.  Not the fancy sort of lingerie she had imagined on her first night with her husband, but she supposed the circumstances they found themselves in had not afforded her much ability to prepare for this.<br/><br/>"It's okay...I want you.  My skin feels like it's on fire, in a good way, when you touch me."  Her voice was breathless and hopeful.  Even with the constant proclaiming of his feelings for her, she feared he might not reciprocate her motivations at this moment.  If he didn't want to go further, if the burden of his loss or the fear of danger was too much, she would let this moment pass without going further.  Deep brown eyes gazed up at him, where his question was quiet, hers would be said aloud.<br/><br/>"Do you want me?"