Crabb's teeth dig into her bottom lip, extremely aware of the fact the doors aren't thick enough to mask much noise up this close and trying to suppress even the low sound that Erin pinning her up against it earns. Warm body at her back, teeth and breath at her ear... her head thunks forward against the door.

"K-Kinda just want—" a shaky little exhale, "—wanna let you do whatever you want to me, th-this time. M'sure you'll make it worth the apology."