Following him to the bed, Febby chuckled slowly, hiking her chemise up her thighs, settling herself with her legs on the bed on either side of him. Honestly she'd thought he would have given her a harder time on that one and she almost made a quip about Nate being her first love (in her head, as a young girl) but thought better of it. Nate was like an extra brother, it wasn't as if he'd ever even been aware she fancied him at all.

"Your only competition is all in your head." She murmured as she framed his face with her hands, leaning in to kiss him slowly, letting the intensity build on its own. Sliding her hands through his hair again, she pressed against him, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline through her veins. At this point in the night they probably should have tried actually sleeping, but she didn't have to get up for once so she wasn't fussed. It had also been a while since they'd been that irresponsible; she was in the mood to tempt fate tonight.