While he, apparently, found this to be long overdue, Athena was still fighting the fear that she was diving into this too fast. It was too late for such fears, though, and she really did like the boy. Still, what if she was simply setting herself up for a fall?

The title meant exclusivity, though. And that was what she wanted. A lack thereof was what had hurt her in the past, acerbic attitude nonwithstanding. She didn't mind the feeling of being possessed by him; Athena had enough confidence in the boy to garner the sense that he wouldn't become a smothering presence in her life. And if he did, well, she was the one with the wand, and that granted her, in her mind, a great deal of freedom.

Removing her mouth from his, her nose and lips brushed along his jawline until they were resting near his ear. She worked a path from ear to throat, her hands sliding down his arms.

That all being said, she was highly aware of the location of his hands and would not be distracted from such at any time in the near future. There was something beginning to twist and coil in her lower abdomen, initiated by his roaming fingers, but she couldn't let that control her.

"Don't be stupid," she warned him quietly, slipping her lips back up to his ear and breathing the words. No matter what he felt entitled to, well, Athena would be the judge of that.