Angel sighs, the feeling of his hands on her skin. Wonderfully his, inexplicably so. Not soft and delicate, like her own - but worn with work, fighting, climbing. That tickled and scritched and coaxed in all sorts of ways that made her shiver, made her squirm, made her squeal and squeak and whine and moan. Her smile unable to be kept to herself in that simple content memory. She could not say the word, but she felt it seeing him first thing of a morning and last thing at night. Felt it no less now, when all the pretence the world around them forced them to put other things first, but this - this how she wanted to be with him, always. Happy and careless.

"Going to take that as a yes you do."

But as fun as it was to touch - she'd discovered how much she liked to tease, light and playful as she turns, letting his hands play across the expanse of her exposed skin to settle on the front of her hips. Until she could press her rear into him. Grinding back slowly as she stretched her arms back over her head, hooking her fingers behind the back of his neck to anchor herself as she stretched and wriggled. Warm and eager. Her head falling back against his chest, horns firmly tilted away, let him look all the way down her body as she extended and moved. No less showing off, even if it's just for him now.

But it's not nervous and unsure, nor cruel and desperate. Eager and giggling still, maybe it was the party, maybe it was the drinking, maybe it was the ridiculous outfits they were both in. But she felt more comfortable and more inclined to be silly with it. "You're not supposed to keep a girl waiting." biting her lip, shy, maybe. It made her pulse flutter and her tongue stick to say it but here, between them, it was safe. Leaning up to nuzzle the words against his pulse where she could just reach. "Especially not when she's your girl."