As Beatrix laid down on the couch per instructed, she was surprised to feel butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She had never thought of any man sexually before today, and now one, who was a total stranger to her, was about to take control.
How far would he take it? Should she put a stop to it now before it got out of hand? The modest side of her screamed to get up, go to her room, and forget anything had happened. Doing naughty things with a stranger was wrong after all.
Unfortunately, her rational brain wasn't in control at that moment, so her mouth stayed shut, and her body remained stationary.
Well, stationary wasn't exactly the right word - she was squirming around non-stop, actually. But for now, she would just wait and see what happened next.
As Ned hovered over Beatrix's prone body, his initial desire was to play with the boobs that had been tormenting him all morning. His hands almost did it instinctively, but he stopped himself.