Her hand cups the back of his neck, fingernails applying the slightest amount of pressure to his scalp there before running down between his shoulderblades and continuing with the shape of his spine as guidance. They're light, gentle scratches, more meant to soothe and leave goosebumps in their wake than to cause pain of any kind.

His name falls from her lips when his mouth travels over her collarbone, and she reflexively tightens her thighs around his leg before she can curb the impulse.

(He'll be teasing her later about that.)