It was far more comfortable to settle on that couch, easier too, for her to do more than have at his mouth endlessly. Lyra shifted her weight the smallest bit and her hips rolled forward against his. The hem of her skirt drifted up once more and several inches of those smooth thighs were exposed. She did nothing to rectify that either, merely took to kissing her way across his rough jaw until she got to the shell of his ear.
Lyra's words were hot against his ear, uttered softly and slowly. "..I'm on potions," and she hoped he understood because she was getting awfully riled up for him.
Her teeth grazed his ear lobe as a hand reached for one of his so she could place his hand on her upper thigh, just under the hem of her skirt.