Amused, Febs let him pull her in, body curving to accommodate him easily. Damn his hands and their ability to render her into a puddle of lust. Listening to him, she let out a breathless laugh, that faded into a quiet chuckle.

She started to roll as he tugged on her, but instead of simply moving to face him, Febs used the momentum to swiftly move up and over to straddle his hips, hands on either side of his head. Chestnut waves cascaded over her shoulder as she cast a sly smile down at him. "And here I thought I was the one who did all of the punching." At least so far, though she honestly didn't doubt he'd deck some poor guy who even looked at her sideways.

"And some would say this is an unconventional living situation," She pointed out with a cheeky grin. Okay, so sleeping in his bed a couple of nights a week didn't exactly count, but the fact that she was likely pregnant with his child was had to.

The fact that he saw marriage as an inevitability, an eventuality, made her smile more softly. It would be nice if they could do it on their own time, in a somewhat respectable fashion so she didn't give her mother a heart attack, but with each passing day that lacked the arrival of her monthlies, she wasn't so sure that would be an option. "So about that ring?" She raised her eyebrows at him just before leaning in to press her lips to his.