[Lust watches as he finishes undressing. A healthy, fit, undressed man is still a rather new and rare sight to her. And Boone is certainly a healthy, fit man. She can't help but bite her bottom lip as her eyes rake over his form, lingering between his legs. She feels that familiar flutter of anticipation and nervousness as she shifts on the bed to let him join her.]

It's ridiculous, really. She's had sex. As a human. But those odd little fears pop up anyhow - will it fit, will he care about the mess?

She tries to shove them away as he stretches out over her, covering her easily. Lust's arms lift to embrace him as he touches her, body rising into his hands. Her thighs part, despite all desire to press tightly together.]

Touch me, Craig. Please.