Her instincts do tend to have her wrap herself around him more often than not, especially when they're kissing. Couple that with the fact they're alone in the middle of nowhere, lying down on a very comfortable bed, and they've finished unpacking and have absolutely nothing to do next, well... seems like the perfect combination.

He doesn't draw away from her, even as he regains his breath, his lips still hovering hers.

"You don't hear me complaining, do you?"

Tilting his head, he kisses along her jaw and down her neck, his hand fumbling with her shirt and sliding underneath the fabric.