The desperate kiss had her reeling- though her words had gotten the desired effect. She eased back onto the ground, struggling to keep her skirts out of the way and keep in contact with him at the same time. The frantic tone to the kiss and fumbling of clothes only punctuated the inevitability of what was happening. Febs thought she might have a minute to catch her breath when he pulled back and she laid her head back on the grass, the anticipation building until she felt his hips against hers.

Every fiber of her being was ready to take the plunge but Febs forced herself to pause, just for a second as his words hit her.  There was no going back after this, this was completely irreversible, but she didn't want to stop. He'd already murmured he loved her, she felt the same. Despite the brevity of their relationship, it had always pointed here. The emotions were an unexpected and entirely welcome layer to it that had her reaching out to gently frame his face with her hands, her face just a few inches from his. There just had to be a brief pause in the desire, for her to say, "I love you, too."