She smiled right back, embarrassed by her own stupidity, and kissed him in thanks. The first peck was gentle, the second press of lips coaxing a deeper reaction. At the very least, she could let him enjoy himself, even if he would need to eventually pull out.

Her hips slowed in their movements, drawing things out just a little longer for the both of them. It wouldn't last, the both of them too impatient for it, but she could alleviate what she could. Her hands moved to rest on his chest and stroke downwards, fondling sure and strong muscles in the wake of her fingers. Hawke offered him another look of gratitude and a kiss beneath his ear as he pressed his knuckle close, and she took advantage of it. Her hand cupped his and guided him to where she needed his finger, and she pressed close. The movement of her hips allowed her to do most of the work on herself and soon she was back to making sounds of desperation against him, want filling her.

It didn't take long before she felt the pressure mount again. She shuddered against him, a prelude to what was to come. She pressed herself down onto him and hissed. "I'm not-- Mmh, I'm close..." She rubbed herself against him in a bid for further friction.