Her lips part under his touch and she lifts her chin to accommodate his touch, but that thumb is far too much temptation. Her tongue comes out to taste his skin, washed fresh from when he tended her wound. She tastes salt and something not unpleasantly like raw silk, the barest hint of synthetic compounds following after.

She opens her eyes, not wanting to miss this part, and catches his thumb between her teeth, tongue and lips creating a gentle suction. The scientist in her wonders idly if his neural pathways will make the connection that most males make at this kind of stimulation.