She shrugs and lets him take care of her jeans in the interest of expediency and combing her fingers through his hair, from the crown of his head to the back of his skull. Jess is idly curious which one of them is faster but comparing stats on their respective bootleg Captain America treatments couldn't sound any less sexy, and if the shit ever goes down, they're sure to find out. But who knows, maybe this will be the one superfriend she fucks without fucking over, deliberately or otherwise. But knowing her luck.

She keeps a hold on him as he straightens up, grip secure without imploring anything with a pull. Instead she puts a hand to his chest and guides his steps backwards towards the bed. "Pinning what you want tonight?" she asks like it's not a given to happen sometime but if that's where he'd prefer she'd start, she's got no reservations. Typically she avoids talking about sex, especially during it, but she likes to hear the yes's and no's from him and give them back when she feels.