[ The response is almost immediate - as soon as his teeth close on her lip, she makes a small, needy sound, her eyes going half-lidded and her fingers tightening around him. It stings, but in the most lovely sort of way and more importantly, it tastes so good she can barely stand it. She presses in close, chest flush with his as she kisses him again but this time, there's something a little different about it. She's still eager and forceful, but now there's a certain... urgency, too. Like he's not the only one who's getting impatient. ]

Oberon...

[ Her hips rock back against his hand, encouragement and invitation all in one, and she slides a hand back to tangle in his hair again. She doesn't have to tell him what she wants - it's plain as day, especially just how slick she turns out to be under his touch. ]

I've wanted your attention this whole time, haven't I?

[ There's a distinct whine to her tone, a hint of impatience that borders on annoyance, and her hips keep rocking back against his fingers, seeking out the friction she wants. ]

And you've been wanting to give it to me just as bad.