And apparently they had because really, they had lingered a little more than they should have (her fault, she willingly admitted) and yet no one had walked in or out of a room. (They should have checked the bedrooms for people! Damn, they were getting sloppy.)
She breathed deeply then shifted to start sitting up, patting his chest, "Alright then. Up we get. No time for cuddling." Someone had to take incentive on getting them up and moving even if she felt the same way he did. Although she realized that she was sounding particularly... insensitive? at the moment. Mae wasn't very good at the whole emotions thing unless it was being angry. Or otherwise dramatic.
Maeve kissed him lightly, gently, different than before like a smile inside of a kiss. "Tea when we get there, aye? Something strong to keep us awake," she chuckled softly running her fingers through her hair.