Hurray, the cigars are saved - they will be needing them. Or she will, at least; a smoke to relax the adrenalin. Even just the sensation of his thumb on her fingers was enough to throw her into a tizzy. The hand that was on the tie snaked its way back up to the side of his neck. When he held her by the waist, her now free hand could reach around to place on his back, steadying her. "Oh...dear...Poor...me." As his lips move to her neck, Faye's breath grows shallow, eyes half closed.