She rolled her eyes and ended with a slight glare at the slap. It wasn't a spank, not exactly, but she wasn't sure she liked it. Hitting... wasn't something she enjoyed. Had too many bad memories, too much like she was a thing instead of a person. But it wasn't worth bringing up now, if he did it again, sure, but really? She wasn't planning on making this a regular thing so what did it matter?

Sliding off the bed, she made a beckoning motion with her fingers. More sex, less thinking. That was a one-night stand, right? "C'mon, Hannibal, show me how you use all that muscle you have." Tease, play, screw, regret in the morning. That was the plan.