[Though more than slightly frustrated since he can only feel the barest mist of those almost panting breaths when he'd much rather have them hot against his neck, he's not about to stop. She looks good and sounds better, and it's all he can work with for now.]
[He leans close (but keeping his hips away, because goodness knows he's more than tempted enough already), the smell of lavender a pleasant addition to this feast of the senses. He curls that sponge against her, squeezing, and giving another mental push to that thread of magic. And another. Better hold on tight to that wall.]