Xanthippe was very, very aware of the other part. But she was also very aware of his total lack of rushing into sticking that one in her. And while right now she would've more than gladly welcomed it (greedily, even), it still pleased her that he wasn't pushing for that. Blame her garbage previous experiences.

She wasn't thinking about them right now.

Her body was reacting to his touch, nipples stiffening, breath catching at the simple sensation of his hand on her hip. But she was watching his face. Somehow that was the best part. Seeing his lips move with those words. "Yeah, that -- thing about wanting you in me?" she murmured. "Like, that still stands. Actually, even more than before."