[ A shiver runs up her spine as he rubs the circles into her skin. She reflexively leans back into him despite her attempts. A gentle sound manages to make its way from her as his other hand moves at her breast. Still, he keeps talking, and she has to force herself not to pay attention to the way his touch makes her feel. That idea feels nearly impossible. ]

So... this--this story, [ she feels she needs to clarify so he doesn't misunderstand it for his actions, ] what is it you're trying to do to get out? What is it you need to end this story and come home?

[ She opens her eyes and looks up at him. A hazed look already is there in her eyes thanks to his advances. However, there is a determination to focus on his words as well. She'll do what she needs to in order to bring him home. Whatever that is. Even stopping him from touching her so they can focus on it if needed. ]