She laughs. "Going to make me fall apart for you before you even get me on the bed?" she teases. It does feel good though, the coaxing, the feathers. She buries her hands in what feathers she can reach, the urge to TOUCH him overwhelming.

"Not a rat," she tells him, between gasps. "Just, lost, uncertain, in need of a friend." Something CLICKS now that didn't occur to her, consciously, at the time. "Like me."

She moans as his fingers tease her arousal, inside and out. "You feel so good when you stroke me."

"Was careful to just look at your face, when you took your pants off that first time. If you hadn't been so nervous, so uncertain, don't know that I would have been able to resist looking."