She flushed in an embarrassed fashion and shook her head almost incredulously, but still managed to stand after a beat of hesitation and stepped down out of her sensibly low heels. A doubting voice still chanted at her that this was a horrible idea, but it was easy enough to ignore.<br/><br/>Before she could lower herself into his lap, she stood at the edge of his knees, looking down at them as if they would bite. She'd done casual flings in the past, and there was always the moment of really breaching the barrier of physical contact, and it was never not without a sense of timidity. She couldn't bear to make eye contact, it felt like too much intensity at once, and instead delicately slid one leg on either side of his and carefully lowered herself into his lap with a small attempt to retain what little modesty was left in such a position. It was a futile, but somehow pulling her dress down as she sat felt like it saved a shred of dignity.<br/><br/>As requested, she placed two loosely-balled fists against his shoulders and resisted the urge to fidget more as the nervousness swelled. At last, she managed eye contact. "Now what?"