Desperate was one way to put it. Merlin, it was like she had no common sense whatsoever, no self-control at all. Febs forced herself to concentrate, to see if she could extricate herself from him, but found it nearly impossible. Drunk on him as she was, there was not way to stop. The feeling of his breath at her ear and his hands in her hair sent a shiver right down to her toes.

"I suspect you're right," It came out as a frustrated whine while she fought for some semblance of willpower. Her hands found their way to his cheeks as she pressed her forehead to his, body sitting back a little in the process. "I know we should, but I really don't want to, that's the problem." Febs looked at him helplessly, blue eyes wide as she bit her lip. "I can't get enough of you." She mumbled as she leaned in to kiss him again, long and slow.

To hell with it; they really were going to have to get married just so this wasn't a problem!