The smile she returned to him was interrupted when she sharply inhaled, his fingers dipping into her smalls. Her body pressed back into his chest and she tried once more to grin, succeeding, though she was already close to squirming against him.

"You're doing just fine without one," she encouraged quietly, knuckles brushing into his legs. Too late she realized this would leave her far too open and vulnerable for him eventually. The way she spread her legs said she didn't much mind. Not at the moment, at least.

She arched into his touch, hips pressing forward to meet his fingers. "You're...very good at this," she mumbled appreciatively.