Lily's hand fell away from his hair to grab at the fabric of his shirt, still trying to find ways to pull him closer, as the other brushed along the back of his neck.

Briefly the idea that they ought to surface and seek out fresh air flashed across her thoughts, though she dismissed it almost instantly, her mouth meeting his breathlessly. Shifting forward Lily's hand left the back of his neck to run down his arm, lifting herself enough to climb into his lap unable to stop herself from kissing him as she moved.