Lan Fan moaned against his lips, even as her armor clunked on the stone floor, sucking in a breath through her nose as the weight left her chest, and yet the restriction of her bindings was still there, doubled by the wetness of the fabric. She nipped at his lips, feeling him work her top free, lifting her arms to make the removal easier.

She gasped more audibly as his mouth descended on her throat, leaning harder against the wall at her back as her mind swam--even if this was far from the first time this had occurred it was still new to her and she was greedy in her experience of the touches--something Greed certainly had to love. Her stomach muscles jumped at the scrape of his teeth and she looked down at him with heavy eyes, her face flushing dark with sudden embarrassment. She hated being caught off guard--and it was so easy to do when he had her worked up like this.

And it also meant that she wouldn't fire back the way she would otherwise, simply because she didn't want him to stop. Instead she just shoved lightly at his head momentarily before her flesh hand tangled into his hair, pulling at the tie in near desperation before dragging her fingers through it.