She gave a soft laugh at his reply, her head tipping back with a soft sigh as his hands slid beneath the shirt and began to explore her skin.  She could feel herself warming to his touch, growing excited all over again by his tender passionate teasing affection.<br/><br/>"hmm thought you'd never ask" she quipped softly.  her lips pressed to his again, while her hands busied themselves slipping under his shirt, drifting up to slowly caress along his skin.  She'd grown used to him, comfortable with him, but she still always treasured every caress and kiss, every lick and teasing touch.  He was -hers- and she his.