He repeats it like he's trying to convince himself, but it's better than him second guessing every minute. She wants him to relax, wants him to enjoy this, but she doesn't want to rush him into anything he doesn't want.

He goes back to what he was doing before, burning a line of kisses down her neck, and Raven gives a small sigh of pleasure before she decides that this could be better. Her shirt keeps getting in the way of both his lips and his hands, and Raven wants to be able to feel his skin against her properly. She pulls him up for another kiss before she puts a hand on his chest and gently moves him back a little, trying to make it as clear as possible that she's only giving herself room, not pushing him away.

With one elbow holding her weight, she tugs at her shirt, pulling it up and over her head so that she can drop it to the floor. She lets herself fall back against the couch then, giving him a wry smile. "Still fine?" she asks, raising one eyebrow.