He relished those sounds he managed to steal from within her throat and with his touch, those instinctive parts of himself so seeming, for once, to find peace with what existed of his humanity and to- his sanity- to unite with that simple desire to continue to coax only more from her with each kiss he almost eagerly stole. He stepped easily away from that wall then, allowing his grip upon her to loosen enough to let her feet touch the floor, the boy stepping back and away from her ever so slightly. His head tilted to the side in a manner almost curious, as if attempting to decide, as if contemplating just what should come next and how best to achieve it. He was oblivious in that moment to the stress his own pause had caused within the woman or the way those insecurities gnawed at her as if she were the being at fault. Tobias, simply, requiring those few extra moments to allow his mind to consider just what he wanted and how, those instinctive urges pressing at him all the same and yet it was some faint touch of humanity, perhaps, that stopped him merely doing so exactly as instinct demanded. The boy instead, puzzling out that problem off her clothing before one hand came to rest upon her hip, the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers seeming to delight him before his free hand gripped the hem off her shirt- pulling it up and over her head.

That flush of colour to her cheeks was hardly missed as those dark eyes roved across her figure, that colour seeming to bring a grin to his lips at the simple sight of it, a part of the boy seeming to enjoy its presence there even if he failed to fully comprehend the reason for it. Tobias wholly content to marvel at her body entirely. For all his boyish nature those wants within him were distinctly those of a man- one more then capable of appreciating the figure of a woman. His fingers reached easily out to her skin, letting his hand trail across her slender form. He enjoyed that touch of her flesh, his fingers relishing that feel even if he had felt it a hundred times before. Those patterns worked into her skin by those scars hardly seemed to deter him, Tobias distinctly oblivious to them. They were simply the way her skin was, the boy never knowing any different and as such he hardly questioned in any sense. Birdie was Birdie and always had been. His fingers rose easily upward with a gentleness so rarely seen, exploring each of those soft peaks in turn, the soft moan that fell from her lips only seeing his attention return to just that place before he allowed his hand to fall away and rest at the very hem of her pants.

It was almost teasing in a fashion, almost cheeky, his hands flattening against her to slip beneath the waistband of her pants, that gesture alone holding him softly against her and allowing her own hands to press against his chest. Tobias delighting in that closeness, even the simple scent of her appealing to him now as his hands cupped her butt in that almost playful fashion before announcing he liked this part of her. Boys, it seems, will be boys in some respects. That laughter that fell readily from the woman within his arms stirred that grin to his own features, Tobias readily mimicking her expression, that laughter seeing him grin readily even only because he liked the sound of it. His hands slid readily from behind her then, lifting to entwine with her own and tug her towards that bed, the hammock they often shared hardly seeming ideal for what he desired. Tobias oblivious to those memories that turned within her mind. That anxious look upon her features merely seeing him pause as his dark gaze shifted from his mate to the bed and back again, as if struggling to find that connection. That kiss upon his cheek saw his attention return readily to her before that gesture towards the bed saw him ease himself onto it, Tobias rolling onto his back as he mate leaned over him. The boy entirely willing to accept that position as her lips found his own again. That kiss, this time, was fleeting as her lips trailed downward to brush across his jaw and neck, her teeth nipping at that flesh as that soft sound of pleasure rose within his throat in response to those sensation.

His own form shifted slightly beneath her, his pants...uncomfortable now and far too restrictive as those wants tugged at him, her lips trailing across his chest and lower only further seeming to remind him just how much he disliked those pants. Tobias readily leaning into each touch off her lips if only to encourage her to give him more. Her fingers brushing against the hem of his pants so readily saw his gaze look almost expectantly towards her then as she began to draw them downward. That soft sound of amusement from within her before she lifted those pants back up drew that frown to his lips, confusion seeming to touch his features a moment. Tobias seeming unable to decide whether this was a game or his Birdie was terribly confused about what she was supposed to do, his gaze searching her expression hurriedly. That delight upon her features so readily prompting that understanding of 'game'. Tobias almost squirming beneath her now as if to make that point of just where he desired her attention before his own hands rose to rest on her hips once more.

It was easy then, to simply flip their positions, Tobias rolling to place his mate beneath him then, that look of satisfaction upon his features so readily apparent as he straddled her. His lips pressed to then the sensitive flesh on the crook of her neck, letting them trail down and over her collarbone, working his way lightly downward as one finger caught within the hem of her pants again. Tobias allowing that single finger to her hip bone before his free hand rested upon the opposite side, the boy easily working those pants from her figure now, catching at her underwear in turn to slide them from her and let them slip to the floor, leaving his mate entirely bare now. Tobias grinning readily down at her.

"Like....that."

Yes Birdie. Like that. That was how pants were gotten rid of. Tobias leaning forward a final time to press his lips to her own, a soft groan stirred from his own lips at even the pleasure of that kiss. His traced easily along her thigh as he did, the deviant boy so working his way steadily upward, feeling that warmth of her skin before near daringly allowing his fingers to brush against that apex of her thighs as is entirely curious as to what sensations this might steal from her. Revenge, perhaps, for teasing him with his jeans......

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push