'til the end of the line

Another situation, another person, Sylvie would have them on the floor by now for daring to touch her this way, but the sudden presence of Bucky behind her, wrapped around her, it just makes heat stir inside her. She covers his hand with her own, holding it against her breast as she leans into him and lets herself be moved deeper into the room.

The last time, she'd demanded they go to her place, knowing it was safer. Even so, she's looked for the exits here, knows where to go if they have to get out, but she feels relatively safe now. Not safe enough to entirely turn off those tendencies she has that she's built up over her life, but still safe.

That says a lot.

"And here I was just walking down the hall," she answers, tilting her head for him. "How will you ever survive when I'm actually trying?"