There it was again, that look and Febs felt as if she could just melt away into the mattress. Just a look had her shivering in anticipation, a visible shudder going down her body, but she certainly wasn't going to give in that easy. Oh no, he was going to have to work for this. They were both a little competitive after all.

Not to mention, she didn't actually know.

Febs was far more the novice here and last time, well it hadn't left a lot of room for taking their time. It had been heated and passionate, but here, now, they had the time to savor the moment. This was a slow burn if she'd ever felt one. Her body reacted for her as he moved in, fingers tightening in their favorite spot in his hair, betraying her feigned nonchalance. "You're on your own there, my love." She managed, followed by an audible gasp at the feeling of his hands on her breast. That could be it, but something told her she would have to wait to find out. Febs bit her lip to prevent giving him the satisfaction of much more, but she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out for too long.

Stretching out beneath him again, she pried her own hands off of him, settling them above her head on the mattress, a surrender to whatever he could come up with; blanket dare to see what he would do next.