[ she does end up humming a bit ( because hnn it's impossible to just pretend she can't feel his mouth on her ), but she won't scold him for it, not when she's feeling the need to kiss and lick and bite him all over, too. it's this urge that's right under the surface, barely contained. which might be why she's occupying herself with some strawberry. but then, lifting up also made her remember that, oh yeah, Stiles was still wearing a condom. which was probably awkward, maybe. she can't really feel it. she feels something, but it's not that. ah well, later, they can deal with that later.

she takes a bite of the strawberry herself, even though her eyes are definitely on his mouth because hey, she would have licked up that chocolate- ]

It's a little frustrating how every single thing you're doing right now is turning me on. [ her tone is all how is that even possible, but also still pretty distracted, quiet. she's fine with it. ] Is this how things are going to be from now on? Like just looking at you is going to get me hot and bothered? [ a huff ] Moreso than before, somehow.