[His not trying means that she's actually won, in her mind. Somehow. Not that she's really thinking anymore, when he gently manhandles her into position. There's a lot of shifting she has to do to make the side of the tub even relatively comfortable, but the second he grinds against her that cold metal is forgotten in favor of gasping and reaching back behind her.

Oh, she wants to touch him. Wants to so bad. But her fingers grasp at air before she's able to fumble and let her touch slide along his hip.]

I don't even care about paper and scissors anymore, just fuck me.

[Wow, did those words really just come out of her mouth? She pauses for a second, touching at her own lips. Her surprise gives way to a breathy laugh, which cuts off on a whine as she feels his erection against her thighs and not entirely where she wants it.]

Please, baby? I need to feel you more than -

[There's a pause as she grinds up against him as best as she can in this position, as she tries to angle her hips just right to let him press into her easier.]

Just this!