[The feel of his (warm) hands over her back would be enough on their own to make her squirm against him--and she does, pleased to arch into his touch.

But the ruffle of his feathers is impossible to ignore, not after all the teasing--not close enough to smell him and taste him and share breath. She doesn't try, eyes fluttering shut as she grinds up into him, something high-pitched and breathless caught in her throat]