This is entirely unfamiliar territory for her. Even before his lips touch her skin, Angel can feel her heartbeat picking up. There's an odd, fluttering sort of anticipation in her stomach. This, of course, is buried by a brief wave of nervousness. As always, there is a lingering fear that she might not be good enough, might make a fool of herself.

Those doubts are thrown from her mind with that first kiss. It's like a bolt of electricity runs through her. With each beat of her heart, the butterflies in her stomach flutter all the more, sending odd rushes down between her legs.

All in all, it's... intoxicating. The lower he dips, the harder she shudders. She can't tilt her head back anymore, but she might have if she could. There's a sudden urge in her head to bear every bit of skin she possibly can for Armin, if only it meant having his attention on it. In a way, it's no different than how she normally feels with him. There's an implicit trust, and she's eager to show him just how boundless it was.

Her free hand settles, finally, resting on the outside of his thigh. She circles her thumb against it, hoping it might assure him of his actions. She doesn't trust herself to speak, fears whatever noises may bubble out, but she still wants him to know how much she's enjoying herself.