[There's a chuckle in return, resisting the urge to squirm when he muffles himself against her skin.]

I'll make a note that kicking you in the dick will have the opposite effect if I get annoyed at you.

[Though annoyance is currently the furthest thing from her mind, at the moment. There is some frustration, but it's something she can push back for the moment - crimson eyes watching him still. She has an idea of he's planning, the hand still in his hair absently playing with the strands.]

And what about me -

[The words end in a sharp gasp when he pushes her thighs apart and makes whatever thought she have vanish immediately - a hand tightening in his hair, as the other grips the side of the pew. Wood might be splintering a little under her hold, but she's not exactly focusing on that.]