She held his gaze, not speaking, not wanting to break the moment. Warm...he was right about that. She felt a spreading warmth in her chest that she couldn't explain away. It came from nothing but his presence and, feeling his touch on her, even in such an innocent way, made her feel like a powder keg that had been lit on fire. Comforting? She supposed it was that, too. She realized how vulnerable he made her. How trusting him was a decision that made no sense, that put her in danger at the same time as making her safer. But it wasn't really any of that. It was the comfort in knowing she was wanted, and appreciated. That he wanted her to touch him in this innocent way, without expectations beyond simply being close to her.
Meg lifted their linked hands slowly between them, never letting go of his gaze. Her smile turned teasing as she brushed his knuckles against her lips, giving them the faintest kiss. She wanted to draw him closer, but didn't dare. She'd pushed him so hard already, she didn't want to push him further. She'd gotten what she wanted, after all. He'd crossed that line, made the first move with her, proved that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. The difference seemed to be in his tenderness and, she was alarmed to admit, he caused her to respond in kind more readily than she had been prepared to deal with. She could have stood there, feeling him so close to her, for hours.
"If you like it, maybe I'd be willing to let you do it from time to time. As long as you don't make a habit of it" she said softly, teasing. She kept their hands clutched between them for a moment longer.