A sharp inhale was all she had in response to the abrupt end to the kiss, a whimper as he moved away, but she could hardly focus as her hips pressed toward the sensation even as she fell back against the grass. Her hands clutched her own skirts uselessly as she had no idea what else to do with them, but felt the need to do something with them.

Momentarily brought out of her own haze of arousal, Febs allowed herself to be pulled up toward him. The movements shifted her weight away from him just for a moment as she re-positioned to follow him. Her breathing was labored but as she knelt to face him she had one hand right where he'd left it, the other clutching at his robes to keep her balanced. With cheeks flushed from the last couple minutes, there was just a hint of an actual blush of inexperience to it. Though she assumed she knew what to do, she wasn't actually sure and the hesitation may have registered briefly in her expression. Determined not to let her indecision get the best of her, she pressed forward gently letting her fingers brush gently against his arousal, taking her turn to watch his face closely.

There was an undeniable rush of adrenaline in the cloud of desire that surrounded them and Febs knew what she wanted, could feel the need where his fingers pressed against her. Clearly they were on the same page. "Edric," She gasped out quietly, eyes on his. "Please," She could feel a mounting pressure to move forward. "I need you." It was a complete surrender, in no uncertain terms, to take the next step now.