For all that this trip was a good idea, she started to wish they'd gone somewhere else where they could stretch out, where it wouldn't be so cramped as they moved. Hawke couldn't - and wouldn't - complain, however; the forced closeness was more than enough, edging towards maddening as he continued to roll his hips against hers.

Her breath came short, her entire body feeling taut enough to be coiled like a spring. She arched into his mouth, his tongue laving across sensitive skin and her fingers pressing into his back at the same time. Something akin to a whimper was prized from her mouth and she fought to control the sound, biting down on it with an audible click of her jaw.

Her grip loosened as she exhaled and then it was her turn to rock against him, a little more insistently, in want of that delicious friction he kept giving her. She needed to do something, to reciprocate somehow, even if she could let him continue for as long as he wished.