"I hear you being an ass." She's terrible at remaining still, even if she's not totally obvious about it. Her hips shift, the muscles in her stomach twitching. She curls her toes and then forces them to be still, only to move again. He plays her like a freaking instrument, and she can't deny that she loves it. Internally, at least.

Her teeth sink into her lower lip and her hands finally slip away from him. He's too low down for her to touch now, anyway - what's she going to do, stroke his hair? Not her style. "You got mine, doesn't count."