Damn that would never get old. Whenever he swore accompanied by her name, she knew she was on the right track. She grinned in triumph, though it was hard to savor the victory as much as she would have liked.

She laughed outright at his accusation, unable to contain it, though it was little more than a breathless chuckle. "No, I just pay attention." She countered, voice tinted with amusement through the haze of desire. That was the gist of it anyway. There had to be some kind of give and take to this, otherwise it wouldn't be nearly as much fun. She was getting impatient though. He had a head start on her and Febs didn't have the most patience to begin with, nor any willpower apparently.  

With every intention of seeing her little dare through further, Febby tentatively pressed against him with her fingers, trying to watch his reactions. Unfortunately (or fortunately? It really was hard to tell,) he was unrelenting and she hadn't realized she was approaching her limit quite so quickly, an oath of her own coming out in a ragged exhale as the arousal shot through her body, making her crave more.

Febs came to terms with her 'loss' quickly, lust overcoming pride for the moment. She had waited a month for a follow up to the garden after all. "You win." She whined quietly as she arched toward him, body searching for his intuitively; clearly getting closer was the only way to solve the problem.