Dinah inclines her head shyly, though her soft lips curl into a bashful sort of little smile.  She scoots very softly closer, her first inclination to keep a bit of distance, though at the presence of another's body heat she can't help but lean in.  It's with her leg that she first touches him-- one smooth, long leg, warm-fleshed and toned with youth and discipline.  For a moment, she instinctively hesitates-- the memory of the embarrassment of unshaven legs, a memory she laughs softly as she dismisses.  "God... want to hear something funny?"  Though she's barely whispering, he can feel her breath, close in the dark, as she glides one of her legs along his like a slow cricket, letting him feel the smooth, soft skin.  "Laser hair removal.  My roommate worked for a day spa, and she did this for so little, and... wow, I thought it was a waste..."  She reaches for him, taking his hand and tugging at it gently, drawing it to her shoulder.  "I thought I was being so lazy, just so I wouldn't have to shave?  But, I mean, who knew?"  She exhales another soft laugh, then rests her face in front of Jake's.<br/><br/>"I want to, you know... just kind of take it slow."  With one arm as a cushion, she uses the other hand to initiate more contact, to let her fingertips trail over Jake's bicep, his shoulder, naming in her mind each muscle like some calming mantra from her old life.  Biceps brachii.  Deltoideus.  Brachioradialis.  But now, the stringy cadaver from anatomy lab-- with ts formaldehyde reek and eternal frog-pinned grimace-- was so far from her mind that she couldn't have recalled if it was a male or female.  She traced the span of his collarbone and down to the cleft in his chest, noting the pulse beneath the skin-- or was it simply that of her own hand?-- and she kissed him, kissed him like a friend at first.  Light, hesitant, uncertain. Then fuller... he was a man, he was alive, and they'd feel better together.  Her mouth worked along his, and in the dark, the surreal strangeness of everything became more dreamlike, more unwieldy.  And she let it go...<br/><br/>She shifted her hips enough to lift one leg, to wrap it over his hip and raise herself upright, easing him over to his back, with the soft brush of her panty-clad lower body and slender, firm legs settling over his hips, then gliding along him in a slow shift.  A naked, attractive, living human with needs and wants and tenderness.  That, indeed, was what she needed right then and there.  She kissed him again, then tipped her face to let the spill of her hair fall across his shoulders as she kissed him in the middle of his chin, then his throat, then his chest.