She wasn't sure she'd want to tell anyone- she might want to keep that voice to herself. These little parts of him that only she could see were just that much more special and precious and -hers-. Although she'd probably be amused that no one would believe her if she did tell them.

She loved that look in his eyes just as much, too. She couldn't get enough of it, seeing how much he wanted her. That desire that stoked her own even more. It was almost like they had an infinite cycle of passion and desire that looped and fed each other as much as their own independent love for each other. "N-" She at least -STARTED- to respond to his cheeky comment, though the word turned into a low moan as she felt his distraction of easing into her. Words might be even less of a possibility at this point.