She inhales again, drawing his breath into her mouth. Still too far away. She hums quietly in the back of her throat, frustration, want that is starting to feel like need.

She pulls away just enough to gently draw their clasped hands between them, turning her body into his like a dancer, drawing his captured hand to her waist.

He isn't any less formidable this close, but she's never been easily intimidated. And she's come too far to turn back now.

Her free hand comes up to touch his cheek and she's rising on her tip toes.