Lorraine let her eyes fall closed as she leaned into Fiona, enjoying the woman's gentle caress in silence for a time. It was so soothing, so calming. Fear fell to the shadows of her mind as she focused on the feel of fingers against her hair. The soft pet became a gentle massage of her scalp, then neck, then shoulders.. And as the time drifted by Lorraine came to realize Fiona was waiting. Soothing, but waiting on her to act. The lady pressed her forehead against Fiona.<br/><br/>Her cheeks had cooled, but they grew pink again as she thought about what she would say. How did you ask somone to show you intimacy? How did you ask someone to help you do something you were afraid of. She turned her gaze back up at Fiona, pale, brown eyes soft and tender, "Wiyouead me, Miss?" The words spilled past her lips, made almost intangible by the haste with which one ran over the next. Lorraine chuckled softly at herself when she realized this and cleared her throat, "Ahem, sorry." She paused briefly before repeating the words more calmly, "Will you lead me, Miss Fiona?"