She catches herself, and pulls back a bit, but he's wrapping his arms around her, and she can't resist. She doesn't want to resist anymore.

There's a low purr of hunger in the back of her throat, and her hands sweep up his chest to catch his face between her palms.

'Tea. There's tea coming, you said?' It's a breathless question, asked without putting any more space between them than is absolutely necessary.

'I could run through the shower, while you wait.'