She'd rather take the risk of the night souring than the alternative, but as he pulls away, her chest feels like it could collapse in on itself.

This is no time for moping, she tells herself after a moment. The night's only ruined if you let it be. It's not strictly true, but she needs to believe in something besides the possibility of complications.

"Come here." As awkward as this might have turned, she's not going to lie here and worry while he deals with his erection. Sliding her legs out of the bunk, she sits up and scoots toward him. There's no reason he should have to finish himself off when she's perfectly capable of it.