[The table might very well start wobbling beneath her at this rate but she groans audibly and clutches on to him. There's not much she can do seated as she is, so she scratches at the back of his neck and keeps her knees spread apart, pulled up high to keep out of the way. She'd pull him closer if the fabric coiled around them didn't put an annoying barrier -- a thought that sparks her hand planting behind her and a gradual lean back to lay against the table.]