The high energy nature of their entanglement wasn't overwhelming to the ninja ballerina, but something she regularly sought out. She lived for moments like these; the epic, the intense... and lately, the sexually fulfilling. That time had arrived, thankfully. The type of energy wasn't focused in their bodies, the adrenaline, or heart rates. It was around them, pushing them - moving through them. Her eyes closed when Jimmy entered her (finally) and remained shut even through his tampering with her butt. She gasped at his touching of her breast and felt like it'd been the switch flip she'd needed to hit her high.
She might've taken offense some other time to Jimmy giving an order about her wardrobe, let alone in such a demeaning, sexual manner, but at the moment, it came off as endearing and playful. That, and she was so close that she wasn't about to let anything stop her. Their faces were close again, though, and her eyes had reopened, still working against Jimmy to help each other reach their climaxes. She narrowed her eyes and smirked playfully at him. "Shirts verses blouses then," she countered, making an obscure, rather unsexy reference that she had no qualms with. No worry. Just good vibes. Thank you Jimmy. The Shadowcat kissed the Apache softly, feeling like their minds and bodies were on separate planes. Her hips still writhed, his still slid forward and back, their hands were here and their, feeling each others' parts for the first time, but they'd had a moment of zen and connection, and it made her little paranoid heart smile.
Juuuust before she scratched her on-point manicure down the back of his neck and knocked the side of her forehead against his in a quasi-headbutt of frustration because she hadn't finished yyyy... et. She chomped down on her lower lip, hard, and wrapped herself around Jimmy tighter than any hoodie had ever enveloped her - arms, legs, face-to-neck smooshing, complete lockdown. The air around them smelled like sweat and blood and tears, pheromones and sex and anger... but when she finished, there was a clean feeling that overcame the dancer. Her eyes fell shut and her body relaxed from the coil she'd turned into, still holding to Jimmy and moving against him for his benefit. But she felt peaceful, for her part in it all. Her fingers moved up to weave into his hair she loved so much and they scratched and rubbed and clawed, less fierce than before - more akin to kitty biscuits. Which was perfectly apt.