Firefly Glen put your flowers in your hair, wrap your tendrils 'round my chest

He worked his way back to where she was sweet and tender, and her hummingbird heart was caught in her throat as she gave a pitched, needy whine.

And then — oh.  Maybe she should've expected this, because it seemed too convenient.  She pulled her head from the clouds and ignored the way her body screamed to be touched and stood abruptly, cracking the arch of her pelvis against his jaw.  Her eyes raked over his form and the moonlight reflected off of his erection, and her lips curled in a smirk filled to the brim with malice because right now the only other option was to be hurt... and she couldn't let him see that this killed her.

Whatever, dude.  She snorted, tail raised as she began to walk away, making sure to roll her hips as she went because if he was gonna pass this up (whatever that meant, she still wasn't quite sure) she'd make sure he regretted it.