Lydia hums, half amused and half in agreement. "Better late than never, huh?" she asks playfully. The window of opportunity to change her formulas for the soaps she currently has has passed, but she's all for pretending it hasn't for the sake of the context of the conversation.

One good thing about the fact that they seem to have finally broken the dam is that they don't hesitate anymore. Their touches are no longer tentative, exploratory, or reluctant. Lydia knows what Matt likes and he knows what she likes. Now, when they touch, it's confident. When they start to undress one another, it's with purpose.

She pushes his jumpsuit down off his shoulders and lets it hang at his waist, running her hands up his chest before settling in the center. "Should we finish this in the bathroom?" she asks, looking up at him through her eyelashes with a wanton glint in her eye.