[ This time she does gasp, albeit quietly, as he drops her back down again — and with just that, she's got a grasp on the mechanics of it. And she's more than willing to put in the work to keep up the sensation of it, too. With her lip bitten again she leans into it, body curling over his as she braces herself with hands against his chest and, moving carefully, finds a rhythm. With just a little experimenting she's satisfied with the angle, quickening her pace.
Her breath comes in quick pants as she goes, and her eyes slit open to watch Dodger beneath her. It's a good angle for him, really. She might even find his human face attractive, she thinks. But more pressing is the heat that's rising up in her as she moves, each little adjustment she makes in a greedy search for a slightly better angle — she's not sure what it is she's working towards here, but she's pretty sure she's close. ]
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Her breath comes in quick pants as she goes, and her eyes slit open to watch Dodger beneath her. It's a good angle for him, really. She might even find his human face attractive, she thinks. But more pressing is the heat that's rising up in her as she moves, each little adjustment she makes in a greedy search for a slightly better angle — she's not sure what it is she's working towards here, but she's pretty sure she's close. ]