That soft little plea that she detects hiding in plain sight is only adding fuel to the fire. If she thought she could get away with it without overstaying her welcome, Lydia would be in his room every single night. She thinks, for the moment, it's probably best to work toward that and make sure it's actually okay with Matt, but maybe every couple of nights to start wouldn't be the worst thing in the world...

"I think so too, baby," she breathes, her own tone a slightly higher-pitched mirror of Matt's. Lydia lets out a soft breath that has just the slightest hint of a moan on the back end of it when she feels him begin to explore her exposed skin for the first time. After a moment, Lydia shrugs the top half of the jumpsuit off entirely, paying it no mind as it pools around her waist,and she guides his hands around her back to unclasp her bra. As much as she knows Matt could probably find it himself with little trouble, she's aching for a more full skin on skin contact that they've been missing this whole time and she figures guiding him could...well...hurry things along a little.

Her fingers move to the buttons of his jumpsuit next, because this should absolutely be reciprocal, she thinks, and she's been dying for them to be able to touch one another for what feels like forever. Finally, they've got the privacy to do it and if they only have an hour, she's not going to waste it.