"It'll be worth it," Jenny says, finally managing the teasing lilt she was aiming for before. Disappointing as the loss of contact is, she knows it's necessary, too, and in this case, she means what she says. She has the sense not to rush into any of this, but she's still eager to be rid of all of these absurd layers of clothing, to have him closer and more of his near-electric touch. Leaning in to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, she finally makes herself stand, gaze still on him as she pulls petticoat and dress down to let them pool at her feet, allowing her to step out of them before she rejoins him on the couch. Like this, it's impossible not to be self-conscious, but she tries not to let any nervousness show. (She's not sure she's very successful.) "How's this?"