Thoroughly distracted by his hands now, Febs didn't exactly miss his comments, nor the the things he chose not to comment on, but neither had her all that worried. Until they knew their fate as parents, she wouldn't worry about the when and how. It was all so backwards she could't even tell which way was up.

Surprised when he sat up, Febs adjusted quickly, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. There was a quip on the tip of her tongue about his combat skills, but she let it lie. It wasn't as if she ever thought he'd raise a hand to her, but it would be the last thing he ever did.

Febs hummed out an little sound of approval against his lips as she felt his arms tighten around her. She still wasn't entirely used to the feeling of having so little between them, the thin cotton of her chemise hardly hid anything. Needless to say it was a little intoxicating, just the feeling of her body pressed up tight against his. Coming up for air, Febs slid her hands into his hair and gave a gentle tug, ducking her head down so she could graze her lips along his jaw and down his neck. "Merlin, we're awful," She breathed out against his skin. When they did get to share a bed every night, would they ever get any sleep?