She nodded slightly in agreement before releasing her strangle hold on his belt to pull his hand from her mouth. It was getting hard to breath like that.
There was something strangely intimate about this situation that went beyond the whole pressed together in a damned bush part. She wrapped her fingers securely around his as she drew their hands down to a spot just below the level of her breasts. Keeping her eyes open and her ears perked for the least indication that the bad guys were heading their way, she forced herself to relax back against Lancelot. No matter how dangerous the situation, tensing up would just make it that much harder to jump in the right direction if necessary. Quidditch had taught her that much.