She liked his lips. She liked the way they pursed to meet hers and how they dragged over her skin. She liked the scent of his hair, the feel of it springy under her own lips as she kissed him. She liked the way his nose brushed over hers and how his brows drew together when he said her name like that. Her hands moved over him, touching shoulders, arms, his neck, sliding up to his face and then curving over those larger, rounder ears. They traced the shell of them, tickling behind them as she moved again, an undulating wave on his lap as she focused entirely on his pleasure now. "Fili," she whispered back, cupping his face in one hand and kissing him hungrily.