Sif gave a pleased sigh against his lips as she shifted atop him, going eagerly when he tugged her up. This at least was familiar and told her more than his strange actions and cool words had done in days. There was still heat here, still want, and she played off that, shifting against him teasingly as she tormented them both with the heated slide of skin on skin. Her legs parted until she straddled him, pressing him down among the pillows, claiming his urgent kisses, giving in to the heat building between them and indulging in what they both wanted.