"You shouldn't think," he breathed back to her, shuddering as he felt her mouth against his ear. That one earned her a growl and Rigby's fingers traced over the lace of her bra against, feeling the nipple underneath the fabric. Yes, he was playing with fire - quite literally, as a matter of fact - but he knew she wouldn't burn him. Not anymore than she had already. Rigby shifted his head away from her to kiss a line down the center of her chest, following her breastbone until his mouth hit lace.