[ Sometimes all it took to convince the other person that you were rocking between the sheets was to be absolutely confident in the fact that you were, and Jeff was no newcomer to the genre. He was confident enough to close the distance that she had put between them, and hook a hand in her underwear, which was all kinds of cocky all on its own.

She slid easily into his arms, let him touch, let him get a feel - perhaps down the back of her thighs, the silk and lace, the silver buckles, but her eyes hung low, lashes shrouding her gaze, so that nothing was given away. ]

Bad boys get punished, Mr. Winger.

[ She said it so promisingly, and then, taking hold of one of those eager paws, she twisted it around behind his back, sidestepping past his hip as she did, and thrusting him - hopefully his lack of balance would mask the fact that Lucifer was cheating a little with his strength - face first down toward the edge of the bed.

Now it was Lucifer's turn to touch inappropriately - or perhaps appropriately, given the situation. She crushed her pelvis against his ass, grinding down, while her hands wandered down his back, all the way to his ass, which she squeezed firmly. ]

Maybe you're just begging for a spanking, but I've never really found that's punishment enough for bad behavior. I guess if you're really bad-- [ She snapped her hips forward, jerking Jeff forward underneath her. ] --I could always pound you, rather than the other way around. If that's not your thing, I suggest you stay on my good side, honey.