Significantly less. She pressed her head back, to offer up more neck, since what he was doing with what he had was pretty damn good. Her hands gave up what they'd been doing so actively, to instead twine around his shoulders. She slid her fingers along the back of his head, through his hair, to tangle there for a moment before gripping. She dragged her other knee along the outside- and, after a moment's flexibility, the back- of his leg, leaving her momentarily pressed entirely against him and not at all standing on her own.
He is fine with that. He is more than fine with that. He brushes her hair out of the way before stroking down her side with that hand, all the way to the thigh hooked around him, applying lips and tongue and some teeth back up her neck, all the way to her earlobe, rocking against her some as he does so. He almost can't help it; the sheer feel of her is driving him almost mad.
Rogue turned her head, gasping raggedly at the feel of- everything, really, but specifically his teeth and tongue against the sensitive shell of her ear. Eyes closed and lips curved in a wide smile, she jerked the first few buttons beneath his collar open.
Her thoughts were possibly running along similar lines.
Spike rests his forehead against the side of her head long enough to catch some of his breath back. The whole of it is a lost cause, though, so he doesn't spend very long, moving his mouth back to hers while he ran his hands down her body. Which also gets his arms out of the way some more if she wants to continue with that button pulling thing.
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He really needs to be wearing less, he thinks.
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Her thoughts were possibly running along similar lines.
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