Febs had expected yelling too- but not from her. Thank Merlin it hadn't gone awry. This was much, much better. "I can still punch you if you like." She teased, scrunching up her nose as he kissed it. Febs in turn swept kisses across his cheek, hands still combing through his hair.

Despite the fact she was loath to disentangle now, he wasn't exactly light and though she was tall, there wasn't a lot of meat on her bones- no extra cushion. Febs took a deep breath as best she could before pressing a slow, soft kiss to his lips. "You are starting to smother me though, Love." The teasing continued, as her lips curved into a smile against his.

Getting up meant leaving though. It meant fixing clothes and mussed up hair and saying goodbye. It meant being reduced to letters and her being stuck at home wondering what was happening on the expedition. The desire to be able to stop time washed over her again as she tried not to let her worries show; she didn't want to ruin the moment, not when everything had been so ridiculously wonderful.

Febs slid her hands in his hair to his cheeks and she kissed him again, lingering as long as she could, unwilling to give up the moment just yet.