There was a gentle hint of a laugh when he returned the nip, enjoying the feeling of his kissed bruised lips against her own.

Moving with him as he sat on the bed she felt him break the kiss and took the moment to gather her breath, chest rising a falling with gentle heavy breaths.

"Just don't make me have to stitch you up again." She teased and brought her hands to the hem of her shirt and rolled it up and over her head. With the padding it had, she had no need for a bra and there was a bit of embarrassment at suddenly baring her breasts while he sat and she was still standing.

Her hands moved to gently comb through the mess of hair over the back of his head. "Are you certain you're alright with this, Gabriel?"