She answered his question with a kiss, and Noble's tightened his left hand's grip on her hip. It would be easy to lose himself in this, in Daffodil tugging him and the need and everything that was pressing in on him, from all directions. He slid his right hand up the side of her body, fingers trailing, finally leaving it to rest on her ribcage underneath her breast — even under current circumstances he was not so far gone to touch her there directly.

He was far gone enough that his hips twitched forward, a little involuntarily. He was going to have to let her go sooner or later, and he knew it in this moment with a solidness he hadn't before, but he didn't have to let her go yet and if she was going to let him be desperate and needy then he could lose track of his own sensibilities a little.

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