With her face pressed to his chest, and therefore the only access he had visually was the top of her head and ears, Saul couldn't tell if she was okay or not. And despite the overwhelming need to pull back, look at her face and see if her ear was okay, he couldn't bring himself to move a muscle away from her. His skin felt tingly wherever she touched him, and at present it seemed that everything but the bottoms of her legs had some kind of contact point with him. The soft sigh of his name caused his body to quiver softly, a motion he was painfully aware of, pressed so close to her body. He didn't need to say anything, instead he allowed his dark nose to press close to her head, pushing past the curls until his face was well covered in the soft hair. From an outsiders point of view, it would certainly look like they were trying to wrap themselves around each other, connected in so many points that it would be difficult to chose which body was which, if the two didn't have such distinctive and separate colouring.
He didn't, however, miss the delicate shivers that raced down Lilin's body, pressed so close to him that he would have to have been completely oblivious to miss it. Another gentle squeeze of her waist was given, an attempt to pull her even closer than before. Deep down though, Saul recognised the aching in his groin, the need to get closer, identified as sexual tension. He tried hard not to dwell on it, and he concentrated on the feel of her hair on his face to try and distract from the fact that her body was pressed so close to his. The protection that his pants gave him wouldn't be enough this time- if he grew hard down there, there was no way Lilin was going to miss it. He took a deep, steadying breath and concentrated as her slightly slurred words, accompanied by the slight pulling back of her head so she was able to look at him. He pulled his head back so he could look down at her.
"You tricked me?" He questioned, a teasing tone to his voice that was hinting on flirting. Amusement raced through his body as he thought of the way that she had manipulated him, even in his drunken state, and a soft snort jerked his body softly. She spoke again, holding his attention raptly as she always did when she divulged words. When she concluded her speech, he gave another laugh, louder and heartier this time so that his body shook against hers. "Is that right? You can't stand up very well? Would you like me to carry you?" He teased, releasing her and ducking down all in one fluid movement, his left arm aiming to take out her legs while his right would come up to support her back. If he managed to pick her up in such a way, he would hold her tight against his body, supporting her shoulders on his right arm and clutching her legs to his body with his left.
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