[She can't seem to find air again, panting with her chin lifting and her head tilting back to feel his mouth and warm breath against her, wanting it against her neck. But she blinks, trying to sort heady thoughts when he speaks and she attempts to focus on his eyes again.
She swallows hard. As much, and as much, as she wants to continue, she knows its not the time. For so many reasons. She shifts back, glancing down at the sliver of space between them with a shy smile. I don't want you to, but...] Tea. We... were going to have tea.