Proud of the fact that she'd managed to surprise him, Febs kept an eye on his reaction, heart pounding in anticipation of his next move. To say she'd have been disappointed if he'd decided to walk away would have been an understatement- but she would have lived.

Something changed though, the air between them almost vibrated with tension, as impulsivity took over yet again. Her breath caught in her throat, she felt that tug of desire, the shiver of anticipation when she felt his hands on her again, quickly followed by his lips on hers. It was raw and consuming, she'd never felt anything quite like it. Febs poured herself into the kiss in turn, hands siding to up over his chest and shoulders, itching for something to hold onto and finally tangled in his hair as best she could.

She'd nearly lost her balance when his body had collided with hers; no counter to lean on this time meant the only thing she had to rely on was him. Body pressed flush against his, there was no room to get closer, but she tried anyway as if she could simply melt into him.

Nipping at his bottom lip, Feb had to catch her breath and leaned back ever so slightly, the breaths coming in short ragged gasps as her head tilted back for just enough breathing room.