At that, she chuckled throatily. She had a feeling he'd say something like that. "You pervert," she teased, pulling her hand away to rest both against the mattress on either side of him, shifting her weight and position until she had claimed her spot on top of him. But despite her playful chiding of his encouragement in such things, she was grinning, still pleased at the way things turned out. Leaning down, she pressed her forehead to his and left a chaste kiss against his lips as she rolled her hips over him in a grinding motion, "But you're my pervert. My Natsu." It isn't his imagination if he heard a good deal more possessiveness and love in the inflection of her words. That is, if he could think straight still, since she was still clearly working on that little sanity he had left.