Humming in the attempt to bite back a moan, Dara's bottom lip caught between her teeth again as she watched Stiles starting to disrobe as he moved toward her. Something told her he was going to make her continue to ache even worse than she had been before they had even gotten started because he was going to want to take his time. The fact that he was asking permission, still, just to kiss her cemented the idea in her head.

"Don't ask me questions, just do it, Stiles," she replied, making the conscious effort not to snap out the instruction and rather to keep it gentler. "And touch me," she tacked on for good measure, because God she wanted his hands on her.