Kitty tipped her head back a bit as John continued letting his lips trail over her neck, "Are you?" She asked him with a teasing grin on her upturned face. "I think you just tried to steal my jacket." She reminded him, as if that was the only proof she needed.
She laughed when he called her a thief, "I didn't give it to you. I let you try it on. And then you started saying you were going to keep it." She reminded him, but she could only laugh when he reminded her that she stole his clothes often, which was a fact, his shirts were nicer than hers, and far more comfortable for wearing around the house.
She was only too happy to get John out of the shirt she'd just had him put on, she pulled it up and off rather than phasing it off him, "You are beautiful." She told him again, because she wanted him to hear it often, to know that she still was attracted to him like this, and let her hands find their way to his sides once more, lifting a hand to fit against the curve of a breast, shifting her thumb just enough to tease across a nipple. "How's that feel?"