Susan laughs, breathless and shaky, tracing a clawed fingertip down the curve of his cheek. "I ain't - mmh! - I ain't exactly tryin' not to, kennit?"

And for that matter, she's close to it. She can feel it building inside her, scattering her thoughts and sending warm pleasure all through her, that tension, that nearness... But not yet, not just yet. She groans and pulls him closer, closing her eyes, thrusting against him.