Moonspear boys doin' the twist.

Her sudden smoosh had succeeded in breaking the heated moment of tension between them, but Liffey found that her heart continued to pound as she pressed her chest against his. She felt him wrap her into his embrace and she sucked in a steadying breath - one that was far from steadying. His wintery, evergreen scent filled her nostrils, making her feel almost light-headed. The want did not subside, and soon enough she was beginning to consider how exactly to go about proposing the idea of this form of.. ah.... exercise.

Rannoch, thankfully, distracted her with his voice. She pulled away from him a few inches so she could blink curiously up at his handsome face, which was contorted with uncertainty. She swallowed thickly and canted her head - the only prompt she gave him to continue as her throat had run fresh out of actual words.