Meg would have yelped when his thigh came between her legs, but he was covering her mouth with his again and she found her voice swallowed up against his tongue instead.
She let her eyes drift close as his teeth caught onto her throat, groaning as she brought her hands up to catch into his hair, bringing her legs up slightly to where she could move against his thigh.
"That's good," she said softly. She moved her hands back up to tackle the coat and shirt again, managing to finally push them both down off his shoulders enough that she could run her hands down along his chest unhindered.