Which position will you be fucking me in first?

She's already decided the question isn't really a question. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, weight shifted back on her heels, she tilts her head over one shoulder and watches you figure out where to put your hands first.

The angle of her hips does the negotiating for her. There's no subtle about it — she's mapped out exactly how this goes, and your only job is to catch up to what her body already knows.

You run a thumb along the curve of her lower back and feel her exhale. She's been waiting. The position chooses itself.