Wincing when she heard the fabric tear, she hadn't realized it was caught, but all she could do was shake her head and chuckle. "You're not even sorry," It could be fixed, she could likely do it herself. Raising her arms so he could get the remnants off easily, Febs wrinkled her nose a little as she started working at the buttons of his shirt. "How do I always wind up losing my clothes first?" She teased in a husky murmur, realizing the only thing she had left were her stockings. Now that must have been an amusing sight.

Making quick work of the buttons, Febs casually undid the buckles to the little belt that helped keep her stockings up and let it fall away, though she couldn't exactly get her actual stockings off from their current position. Not worried about that however, she refocused her attention on evening the score, sliding her fingertips under his shirt, though she didn't remove it just yet. There was something incredibly tempting about going slow, taking her time. Febs leaned into press her lips to his neck, pushing just enough of his shirt out of the way to continue down his shoulder.

Smiling against his skin, she let her teeth graze along in place of her lips, making her way back to where she started. "I've been looking forward to this all night," She mumbled as she kissed him a little more desperately.

Febs let out a muffled yelp of surprise against his lips when he started to move, arms automatically wrapping around his neck to keep from falling. They rolled over onto the bed itself and Febs fell back against the pillows with a breathless laugh. Biting her lip, she watched him with amused brown eyes, blowing her hair out of her face as it scattered around her. It was baffling sometimes, how comfortable she was with this, with doing everything so out of order and she'd briefly worried at one point that there was something wrong with her. However, Febby wasn't so sure she'd ever felt anything so right, either, no matter how backwards it all seemed. Maybe there was something wrong with her, but she was long past caring. They'd gone through too much already, in just a few short months, for her to start second-guessing her choices now.

With her hands where they were, she easily slid her fingers back under the fabric of his shirt, just a brush of fingertips, a little tease. She let her hands fall momentarily, then pushed up to lean onto her elbows, a bit of an assertive move, as she closed any gap between them. "What's the hurry?" She smirked, a quirk of one dark brow as she challenged him. For once they actually had all night- he might still have to leave for work, she didn't actually know, but she didn't have to go and just maybe she could persuade him to sleep in a little. There was absolutely no reason to rush tonight. Still, it was fun to tease him, as she brushed one leg up against his, just the friction, even with all of the clothes still in the way, alluding to what came next.

Febs bit her lip, trying both to stifle the laugh and the hum of agreement that threatened to give her away as he pressed his body to hers. She fell the short distance back to the bed casually, looking up at him with dark, amused eyes. Usually he was the one winding her up to the point where she couldn't take it. Tonight she rather thought she would turn the tables on him, if she could. Taking her time answering, Febby slid her hands over his shoulders, pushing his shirt down as far as it would go at the moment, given their current position, he'd have to do the rest himself.

"Mmm, it has been a while," She agreed in a soft purr, hands skimming their way back up over his shoulders, making their way to loop loosely behind his neck. That was the drawback in trying to be responsible. "But I don't have to leave in the morning for once, we have all night." She reasoned, a small smirk turning up the corners of her lips and she traced lazy circles on his skin with her fingertips. Febs shifted her hips beneath his ever-so-subtly, just to be an even bigger tease. He was the one who still had clothes on after all. It wasn't as if her stockings, which ended at her thighs, were exactly in the way.

This time Febby giggled in earnest. "Getting old huh?" She teased breathlessly, rolling her head to the side to allow for better access to the sensitive skin of her neck. She let her lashes flutter closed, a soft sigh of approval escaping her lips as her fingers moving to tangle in his hair briefly.

"Well then, I suppose we ought to get a move on." She chuckled again, giving his hair a little tug before letting her hands wander over his shoulders, fingertips ghosting downward, skimming along his sides until she reached the waistband of his pants. However, in her continued efforts to drive him mad, she instead hooked one of her thumbs into the top of her stocking. With her leg brushing purposefully against his side, she slid the flimsy fabric down until she pulled it off altogether.

It wasn't as easy as she would have liked, damn long limbs, not to mention flexibility had never been her strong suit, so she turned a look his way, one eyebrow quirked suggestively. "Care to get the other one for me?"