Vanessa notices the difference, letting her fingers longer at this breaks, thumbs pressing into the skin, rolling, raking nails slightly. She lets out a soft sound when he starts to press his lips to her neck; he didn't ask. He knows what he wants, and has the confident to try without asking. It sets something rolling in her, something dark and needful.

With the shirt off, Vanessa lets one hand trail lower, pressing between them, towards the front of his pants; this is part exploration, of course, for he isn't human. The differences are what make this better.