His thigh pressing between her legs made her gasp against his mouth and she flushed, fingers digging into his shoulders for a moment.
Oh. Oh, this was why her mother had always warned her about being alone with a boy. Not because of the boy, so much, but because she... wanted. Oh, she felt like she was on fire, in places she tended to ignore most of the time, most studiously. The solid feel of his leg there, and his broad body pressing her into the couch - it should have scared her maybe, should have jumped up and ran off or started making tea, but she didn't want to move.
She was right where she wanted to be, and she flushed even more as she shifted her hips experimentally, pressing herself closer against his thigh, inhaling sharply at the answering flood of heat. "Viktor," she whispered, all shy want and surprised desire.