[ it's almost unfair that he can do that, she thinks, manage to make her consciousness screech to a stop when he reaches down to snag her hand in his, and her gaze is helpless to follow it up to his mouth, feeling the warm press of it. suddenly, she's never been more aware of how her fingers feel than when he's kissing them. ]

N-no. [ the declaration leaves her more hushed than she plans on, and her smile is already twitching wider, but she doesn't yank her hand free, doesn't do anything to worm out of his grasp. ] I'd still have one or two ideas left in my back pocket for findin' a way back on top. The trick... is waitin' until you think he's startin' to let his guard down, and then —

[ she springs forward, sprawling herself into his lap with a laugh — but once she's there, she just situates herself comfortably across his thighs, leaning into the strength of his chest. ] Sneak attack.