Febby melted instantly; he'd instinctively used her favorite nickname without her having to tell him. How the hell was she supposed to fight when he wasn't fighting fair?

Fuck it all.

The kiss started out softly enough, as though she had the willpower to pull away, but she quickly lost her control, letting the moment heat up again. Why was this so damn hard? Better yet, why did she care? A few more minutes wouldn't hurt... she didn't think.

No, just a few more minutes to tangle her fingers in his hair, which she did, as it was quickly becoming her favorite place to get to him. This would give her just enough to hold onto until next time, whenever that would be... She gave is hair a gentle tug, so she could brush her lips along his jaw, over that one spot she'd found out earlier got a good reaction and down his neck. Febby had always been a quick learner; she was only applying what she'd found out worked before, not to mention what he'd subjected her to that she'd thoroughly enjoyed.