[ It'd be easier to kick her boots and her pants off if she'd just pull away for a second, but she seems to prefer to brief struggle over giving up this closeness — and whatever momentary inconvenience there was is immediately worth it when his hand wanders between her legs, even just that teasing touch, enough to earn an unsteady exhale when she's already worked up and high on the thrill of surviving. She's already starting to get wet, just from a little rushed and eager foreplay. ]

Maybe I was showing off too. [ She murmurs her answer low and wry into that tiny space between their mouths before leaning in for another quick, hard kiss. ] Sometimes it's more fun with an audience.

[ But if the risk of almost certain death has her looking bored, this sure as hell doesn't. Her eyes are dark, her attention heavy as she watches him, purposefully shifting her weight to press her thigh harder between his. ]

Come on. If you're going to touch me, then fucking touch me.