[Billy can't help the sensual moan that escapes his lips at the overwhelming press of flesh on spandex, the slide of the material and the pressing arch of every tangled limb. A shudder goes up his spine every time Teddy's claws hit a particularly delightful spot along his back, and one leg slides closer to grind a glossy-material-clad knee against his bare groin. He nibbles at the bump of Teddy's throat for a moment before responding, his head lifting just enough so the words are delivered close, somewhere between Teddy's chin and ear, his voice soft and sultry.]

How could I forget? I was so spooked I didn't even notice the looks you kept giving me... at least, I didn't notice what they meant...