Hey, they're always going to be a surprise to her, okay? Considering that prior to their various bedroom adventures, she'd never even thought to think about attributing the word dominant to herself.

True to her word, though, the second she sees his hands lift, she pulls back. It's so, so difficult for her, but like hell she's admitting it.

After a good few seconds of just staring at him, not quite glaring so much as daring, she repositions herself just long enough to put his hands back where they belong. "Told you," she mutters, even though it sounds less forceful and more like she's forcing herself. "There's time for everything, so just -- just stay."

Yeah, there's probably a sexier way to say that, but she'll go with it. She lowers herself back down to get to it -- she gave him a warning, all right, and if he knows what's best for him. Surprisingly, she really does want him to make it, and provided he plays nice, she totally does intend to see it through.