Rachel's surprised that she's not more disgusted that he just wipes his hands on the sheets, but a lot of things regarding the way she feels about Noah and the things he does are starting to surprise her and she's starting to think that maybe being surprised is just a waste of time. The mood gets tense, suddenly and she forces a smile, responding "You just did." to his "Fuck, Rach." "I-...really?" She's used to being told that she's a good singer, a good dancer, things she's trained at for years. Things she's honed, but it's different when someone-when Noah-tells her that he loves having sex with her. And she has no delusions. She doesn't think he's saying that she's the best he's had. She knows she's not. But he's also the resident expert in sex so for him to say that she's good makes her feel good. It's a kind of validation that Rachel didn't think she'd ever need.

You'd think that laying in bed, naked and sweaty and slightly sticky would completely obliterate all feelings of modesty and embarrassment. But she blushes at his question and shrugs, folding both legs over his hip and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "If you wake up first." She nods. Although, she's seen how heavily Noah sleeps...waking up first doesn't seem like it's gonna happen.