There it was again. That noise from him that she could bring out. The skin where his fingers roamed was hot and cold all at the same time, and she found he made it hard for her to breathe. Merlin, but he was fantastic. And she didn't know why, but she didn't need to know. He simply was, and she was content with that.

She, however, was no where near being content with being smothered, however, and not in the figurative sense. She meant it quite literally. He was going to crush her. She felt the weight of his body pressing down around her, squeezing the air into dense bricks that lay piled atop of her. She tried to breathe, she tried to pull in deep breaths, but all she could manage were short little bursts that left her lightheaded and just the slightest bit more panicky. Her fingers went from revelling in the firmness beneath his skin to trying to splay out against his chest so that she could push him away.

"You're going to... to smother me," she panted, squeezing her eyes shut tight and trying to regain her composure. It wasn't bad, he wouldn't hurt her. And she knew this, but it did little to spread her chest out and let her breathe. "I'm not tea-teasing. I can't breathe."

Damn her irrational fear of enclosed spaces. Who knew it carried over to proximity with another being?