This time Febby giggled in earnest. "Getting old huh?" She teased breathlessly, rolling her head to the side to allow for better access to the sensitive skin of her neck. She let her lashes flutter closed, a soft sigh of approval escaping her lips as her fingers moving to tangle in his hair briefly.

"Well then, I suppose we ought to get a move on." She chuckled again, giving his hair a little tug before letting her hands wander over his shoulders, fingertips ghosting downward, skimming along his sides until she reached the waistband of his pants. However, in her continued efforts to drive him mad, she instead hooked one of her thumbs into the top of her stocking. With her leg brushing purposefully against his side, she slid the flimsy fabric down until she pulled it off altogether.

It wasn't as easy as she would have liked, damn long limbs, not to mention flexibility had never been her strong suit, so she turned a look his way, one eyebrow quirked suggestively. "Care to get the other one for me?"