Smug and awesome. Well he sort of was. "Go ahead and feel smug" she told him, "I'll just lie here being awesome, and eventually you'll crack". She believed it too and lay contentedly watching him pull the shirt away. It was mostly that his eyes were fixed on hers, her eyes darkening just from being around him, her chest rising and falling as she watched him. And she could feel just how much he wanted her. More than anything right now she wanted to get rid of the jeans and just give him what she knew he wanted.
But that wasn't the game. Those weren't the rules, and they had to keep to the rules.
She did move her hand, slowly trailing along his chest, up along his neck and finally to his lips, brushing across them lightly before resting at his shoulder. And that look on her face, the mixture of demonic darkness and pure want. No that wasn't going anywhere.