She whined at the loss of contact, too lost in the haze of desire now to feel self conscious about any noises made. Her eyes popped open, her darkened brown gaze followed his motions as his pants hit the floor. Merlin, he was beautiful. All long limbs and taut muscles, an all-too attractive handsome man that loved her. She could have screamed from the rooftops if she wasn't already nearly screaming in the confines of her bedroom.

Her legs dangling down the sides of the bed was awkward. In their current position, her toes could only just barely touch the floor and without any way to steady herself their position would shift with every movement. And, given how good this new position felt (Fallon didn't even know other positions were possible, clearly she was in for some kind of overwhelming awakening) she didn't want to move from it just yet.

Lifting her legs instinctively, Fallon fumbled for a second on where to place them. Flat against him made the most sense, but that would leave her feet near his face. The complete opposite of attractive. Eventually, she hooked her knees over his arms and reached to grip his wrists in her hands. She just wanted to touch him however and wherever possible.