Mid-air, she shifted and landed on hands and knees over him. Fangs stained with his blood flashed in her snarling-hiss. The last time she'd been in this position with him, he'd clawed her out of her clothes and she him out of his and the rolling and biting had gone a good four hours after this.

Her body remembered and for the space of several heartbeats it probably looked to anyone watching like she would kiss him. Instead, she hauled off with her free hand and punched him in the face.