[ Something warm and sweet flutters in her throat and even when she swallows, it doesn't settle. It should be more than enough - no, she shouldn't even want this much to begin with. Even after all they've done, she can't entirely silence the part of her that's insisting this is wrong, that she's fallen completely into temptation and sin, and yet...

The feeling of his release is warm and sticky between on her hand and on her stomach and the thought that even this much isn't enough for him... it has her feeling the same. She shifts a little, her legs sliding restlessly together as though that will ease the needy throb between her thighs. She wants - more. More touch, more kisses, more of their bodies tangled up in each other.

She'd been readily meeting his gaze this whole time, but now her eyes dip down and away from him, bashful in a way she hasn't been with him in a long, long while. ]

... It's... it wouldn't work. You definitely wouldn't fit.

[ They're both thinking it, of course. So she might as well say it out loud. ]

But... th-there's something else that might be good enough.