She is certainly happy from crown to soles, and her crown's all the way over there. That's a lot of happy. If they can find a way to make them both this happy on the regular, that would be a grand thing. Then again, they've already found some, haven't they? That's how they ended up in this delightful mess to begin with.

"To be safe, hmm?" She's teasing, but she's not stopping him. Her shirt is tossed onto the growing pile of discarded clothes and then her hands drop to cover his. Again, not stopping, just along for the ride. Her hair tumbles down over her shoulders, obscuring his view of her breasts until he can be bothered to do something about that.

Her clothes are simple; the skirt has a drawstring at the waist, a simple bow to be undone with a tug. While he's finding that, she'll kick off her shoes. Evil things. This makes her lean more firmly against him, heavily but not heavy. A good, solid pressure and a growing warmth.

"It's so sweet of you to worry about me catching cold." Another turn of her head lets her leave a kiss on his chest.