It's been a long time since any small gesture has pleased her half as much as the kiss he plants on the back of her neck, and the lazy smile it immediately puts on her face proves that.

Even if it's mostly hidden by her arms right now.

The warmth of that kiss stays on her skin long after he's settled back down, almost mirroring her, and having him stretched out like that is just another -- louder -- invitation for her eyes to shamelessly feast on him.

It's not often that she needs an invitation to do anything, but when given one like this, she doesn't waste any time.

She was kidding when she told him this was bound to happen sooner or later because he's pretty -- but that part she wasn't really kidding about -- and she's pretty.

If someone had told her as soon as she left the Rester House after first meeting him on Callisto that she'd wind up in bed with Gren despite what he said about women not being his style, she'd have tilted her head, smiled slyly, and asked oh really. But had she been told the same thing after she'd seen him in the shower, heard his story, and been left handcuffed on his bed while he left his apartment, she'd have had a reaction that was a hell of a lot more skeptical.

Sometimes she thinks she understands Gren with this intimacy that really surprises her, and sometimes she still can't quite figure him out at all.

Eventually even her stubbornness falters, and she unfolds one of her arms and rests her hand right on the small of his back, where it's been wanting to be since she first opened her eyes and looked over at him, and though her earlier feigned innocence doesn't hold up to the purposeful way she slides closer to him, that's okay with her.

"Hi."

Her hand has no recollection of the innocent smile, anyway, and her fingers splay over his skin possessively.