She shivers in turn when his rough fingers glide down the back of her thigh and lower still, humming knowingly when his hips bump up against hers. Breathing a chuckle, she slides her hand slowly down his chest, loosening his robe further as she goes, the white-blue glow of the reactor spilling softly between them.

"And here I thought scared stiff was just a figure of speech," she grins widely, enjoying her lame pun 100% as she grinds her hips against his on a throaty little purr, feeling how ready he is. "I want it, you know," she confesses huskily, leaning in to whisper it against his ear. "What you asked for, earlier. Your mouth between my legs, servicing me."