Mercy gasped when he shoved her hands up over her head, and oh, wasn't it just so easy to imagine...no, no it wasn't. Merlin, this was going to be a serious problem. She was panting, and with her arms shoved up like this it made her breasts move in what she imagined would be a rather enticing way. Or at least entertaining. Her mouth was open, except he wasn't kissing her, he kept pulling back and she would try to follow and occasionally she'd just barely brush him and oh god, he was a bastard. "Teasing bastard," she murmured, laying her head back down and trying for a glare, although she wasn't sure if she could get anything better than 'hopelessly aroused.' She was still wearing jeans and underwear, too, but they would hopefully take care of that soon.