While Mab was busy exploring his mouth, Heiji wasn't sitting idle. He slid the fingertips of one hand down along the curve of her back, tracing it down between her shoulderblades and ending at the generous curve of her ass.

Mab had a great ass.

He wondered vaguely why he hadn't noticed before. Maybe because Mab's manner didn't particularly invite lingering looks at her figure -- at least not if one wanted to leave the conversation in one piece.

But that wasn't the only part of her that now looked rather inviting. Heiji reached up to cup her right breast, kneading it, rubbing the calloused edge of his thumb firmly up against the little nub of her nipple to draw it erect. If it had been in question, he was not particularly shy in bed.