[ For all she's been calling him defenseless, she's not expecting him to lose it quite this fast. His hands drag a gasp out of her in turn, clenching tight around his fingers with a warm shudder even as he spills all over her hand - and both their clothes. And she can't help laughing again - breathlessly delighted and triumphant rather than teasing - or at least, not quite so teasing -this time, pressing kisses to his mouth even as she strokes him through it. She doesn't let up until his shudders ease and she feels him start to relax under her.

She gives him a second to catch his breath - see, she's considerate, unlike someone she could mention - before she presses a softer, more tender kiss to his mouth. ]

... I guess that answers that question. Heehee.

[ Her tone is soft and affectionate rather than smug, reaching up to brush sweat-damp hair out of his face with her clean hand as she studies him with a smile. ]

You really made such a mess, though... [ Pout, pout. ] Just look what you did to my clothes... And yours. Jeez, I really didn't think you'd come that much. Did it really feel that good?

[ She tilts her head curiously, playing the infuriatingly act to the hilt... though she's already pulling back a little to survey the damage - and uh, maybe to find something on the nightstand to wipe her hand with... ]