His perspective: she says yes...

She smiled, then nodded, slowly, blushing already. Shy; he liked that.
He started toward the bathroom door, taking her by the hand and leading herin. She didn't play hard to get, she didn't give resistance. She just followed him, entering the room behind him and reaching around his waist.
"So, anything in particular you want?" She asked.
He turned to her and pulled her near, pressing his lips tightly against hers. She reached behind his head and helld him in place, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
When she pulled back, she was smiling sweetly. "Take those off," she said, pointing to his boxerbriefs, "I'll get the water running."
He pulled down his boxerbriefs and tossed them onto the hamper, watching her as she bent down to turn the shower on, then adjust the water's temperature.
She's beautiful, and no matter how he tries to look at her, he still sees her that way. Bent over, he would have looked at any other woman like a slab of meat, but her he didn't see that way, COULDN'T see her that way.
When she stood up and turned to him, he smiled, unable to help himself. Don't let her know, he thought. In the Mainframe, sex was just sex. It meant less here than it had in the outside world.
Apparently, the smile was more telling than he intended. She smiled back at him, almost blushing again, and asked, "What?"
He shook his head slowly, still smiling, and replied, "Nothing. C'mon, let's get in."

(Note: Due to technical difficulties, the options below are mixed up; by clicking "His Perspective: Her On Her Knees," you'll be taken to "His Perspective: Her From Behind," and vice-versa. Sorry for the inconvience.)