Oh, that noise she'd made. Noble let his hand on her hip move to settle on the small of her back, pulling her forward as her arms wrapped around his neck to pull him down. They shouldn't be doing this. This was too much. He knew it was too much, and his body was making it abundantly clear that it was too much — they were touching in more places than they usually were in these situations. Their hips, his hand on the small of her back, her arms holding him as close as possible, with hardly any air between them. They should stop. He knew they should stop.

"Daff," he breathed, between kisses, although whether that was a real indication that they ought to stop or just something that escaped his mouth in the moment, he wasn't sure. He pressed his thumb on her ribcage down a little, as if holding his hand in place somewhere vaguely appropriate was getting more difficult.

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