It would have been perfectly chaste if Cougar hadn't opened his mouth just as she leans in to make contact. As it stands, he shifts and she moves to brace herself by lifting her hand to his waist, hanging on to his side to regain her balance. She's spent so much time pressed up against him that it feels entirely natural, which is why she doesn't notice the stares of everyone around them when she leans back and buries her nose in her coffee.

She doesn't necessarily step out of Cougar's space, though, nor does she take her hand off his waist, letting her fingers twist in the hem of his soft t-shirt and rubbing it between her fingers absently. He's wearing her favorite shirt of his, the soft one with the frayed patch at the hem, and she fiddles with the loose edges as she lets the caffeine and sugar from her coffee seep into her system.

"Huh?" It takes her a minute to respond to Pooch, busy with her coffee, and when she does, it's clear she doesn't understand what he's talking about. "Mm, no?" She turns to look at Cougar as if expecting him to back her up, and only then realizes how close she is to him and what she's just done.

Squeaking, she lets go of his shirt and claps her hand over her mouth, a rosy blush blooming in her cheeks as she stares first at him and then at the others with wide eyes.