( there's something warm to the sounds he makes, honey-toned, and it's almost as if her body moves of it's own accord to pull up as many as she can; driven by them, wild by them, surging heat to the tips of her toes. it's all she can feel, all that's between them, two teeming bodies and hot breaths dancing and colliding together. there's a faint note of disapproval when his mouth detaches from hers, but an understanding instantly laces through her.

she knows before he says anything, thoughts coinciding within her own even despite their haze. but the way he grips her hair, whether it's with any force or the mere, gentle tug from the fastening against her scalp, it does something to her. everything he does does something to her, and she has to take a moment to attempt gathering her breaths to something even, heart a storm within her chest.

his tongue is heavy in apology, but she smiles, bright and content, maybe even a trace dizzied at how easy it was to slip past the realm of most conscious thought in favor of his kisses. she wants more, wants to know him that way, let him discover her just the same, but she gets it. they'll have it, just... not here. a snicker hums into her words. ) It's okay.

( fingertips soothe across his cheek, palm following to cradle it soon after, thumb tracing his lips wondrously, as if in awe of the way they'd worked with hers. ) You know, I think I spotted some private tents. We don't... we'll save it, for when we're truly alone. But if you want to... ( she just wants to lay with him, here and now. let him touch her freely even if they don't indulge as much as they may wish to. )