Wincing when she heard the fabric tear, she hadn't realized it was caught, but all she could do was shake her head and chuckle. "You're not even sorry," It could be fixed, she could likely do it herself. Raising her arms so he could get the remnants off easily, Febs wrinkled her nose a little as she started working at the buttons of his shirt. "How do I always wind up losing my clothes first?" She teased in a husky murmur, realizing the only thing she had left were her stockings. Now that must have been an amusing sight.

Making quick work of the buttons, Febs casually undid the buckles to the little belt that helped keep her stockings up and let it fall away, though she couldn't exactly get her actual stockings off from their current position. Not worried about that however, she refocused her attention on evening the score, sliding her fingertips under his shirt, though she didn't remove it just yet. There was something incredibly tempting about going slow, taking her time. Febs leaned into press her lips to his neck, pushing just enough of his shirt out of the way to continue down his shoulder.

Smiling against his skin, she let her teeth graze along in place of her lips, making her way back to where she started. "I've been looking forward to this all night," She mumbled as she kissed him a little more desperately.