[Adults adulting very responsibly. His face is all shadows but she can picture it perfectly well, tilting towards her like he can't do anything else or can't help but look to her. Like she's arresting, magnetic, because that's how he's always been for her too. His hands where they are is just fine, maybe a little ticklish, but she curls in towards him anyway, scrunching up, anticipating but not prepared to release him or do anything else about it.]

Hmm. We should check.

But I don't think I'm ready to let you extract yourself yet. And I'm certainly not going to do it. [She squeezes his trapezii for emphasis, and then just because she wants to. Blame it on vertigo. Very convincing,] I guess it just can't be helped.

[He's still very quiet, not that she really expects him to stop resisting her on this point. She licks her lips, then licks his lips like if they were only further apart, if his mouth were only more open, he'd also be louder for her. Very subtle about what she wants out of him, sure.]