Uh huh. [ she’s listening, she really is, but she’s also focused on the sensation of his tail sliding through her fingers, or maybe that’s just the way she’s touching him there, stroking it along the gap between digits rather than circling a grip on it instead. it’s fascinating, the way it reacts to her, the way it seems like an extension of him, and she likes doing anything that can make his breath snag like that.

besides, given her perch across his lap, it also means she’ll feel his hard-on against the inside of her thigh, that subtle twitch that clues her in on this kind of gentle contact being a welcome one. ]

Every time I touch ya, it’s... you’re so warm, everywhere. [ she softly hums it, sliding her fingertips a little higher along his tail toward where the end of it disappears beneath him — and then she scoots down to sit more across his knees, dropping her hands to the front of his shorts. there’s a mischievous, crooked smile on her lips as she leans forward to mouth along the angle of his hipbone, that pelvic line that stretches below the waistband, and then she gently nips at his abdomen, below his navel. ] Kinda makes a girl never wanna get up and outta bed.