"Help" her play

"Can I give you a few pointers?" you say.

"I don't need your help," Caoimhe says, determined.

"Come on, let me help," you say.

"Uh, fine," Caoimhe relents.

You slide in behind her, pressing your hips against hers. You reach around, your left hand reaching around her waist and grabbing her aiming hand, while your right hand goes through the crook of her arm.

"Just aim..." you whisper into her ear. "Put the end of the cue in whatever groove between your fingers makes you comfortable... lean your head in low... and shoot."

You shoot the pool cue with her, giving your hips the slightest thrust into her. The ball quickly strikes, knocking a striped ball into the left back pocket.

"Well, now are you thankful for my help?" you smile.

"Hell, I could've sunk the black and still appreciated that," she breaths.

With that, you resume your playing of pool. Caoimhe proves to be very talented at it, making up for her inexperience with pure skill. Eventually though, Caoimhe sinks her last ball before missing the next shot and her chance to sink the black. You're left there, also going for the black ball with a near-ideal shot. You smile, seeing the perfect opportunity to win this, before pausing, wondering if you should.