[ because! she wanted you to take them off for her!! you idiot!!! but there's no point yelling at him about then when he's already doing it anyway. their little makeout sesh did get her a bit wet, but that is hardly enough to get her going, and heathcliff knows it.

or... does he? he's conscientious enough to tuck a pillow underneath her for better leverage, but that's all he knows, apparently. the conflicted emotions that show on his face aren't really the ones she should be seeing to get herself turned on for this, nor does his words inspire some confidence at all, but she doesn't laugh. at all. if she does, he might either flounce and leave her hanging, or just straight-up kill her in sheer humiliation. she would know. she could've done the same thing if she knew nothing about all this.

instead, she takes in a deep breath, and exhales as she takes his hand in her gentle hold and brings it between her legs. ]

...Here. [ hold on, she's going to sit up for this for a better look. she readjust his hand, circling his calloused finger around her wet slit. ] You have to tease me first. Stimulate me until I get wet enough.

[ she then carefully slides his finger inside her, drawing out a soft gasp from her alone. it's odd, though, the more she thinks about it. nelly would've at least given her some basic sex education, but then again heathcliff is probably a visual learner, huh........ ]

You can also touch other places. Like here. [ she takes his other hand with her free one, places it right on her breast. hold it please, ty. ] Just don't... don't think about it too much. Go by your instinct. That's what you're good at, right?

[ that should be enough for him to take the hint, she thinks. if this doesn't make him ravage her in bed with sheer animal instinct, nothing will. ]