It's taken her some time to realize she doesn't shy away from a little roughness. David wasn't the biggest fan, but later on, after everything, Wes would just throw out his arms and let her take what she wanted every time she'd knocked on his apartment door late at night. She's sure his body bore the remnants of her teeth sinking in, nails scratching just enough for him to feel it, and somehow the struggle for who got to stay on top persisted, That temptation persists here, even as she wriggles underneath, shifting her hips to assist him, until the only thing hanging between them is the need that is almost palpable, desire lingering in the almost nonexistent space. "Do you have any - ?" she starts to ask, realizing it might be kind of a ridiculous time to ask the question but also recognizing that he probably would be prepared for this sort of event.