Hey, you know, she'll take her victories where she can. It shouldn't be much of a surprise when she's a little wary of weapons she doesn't know how to control. (A small part of her wonders when he's going to notice the knife sheathed on her own thigh, and if he's going to ask about it.)

Hearing him make sounds like that makes her knees a little weak. Good thing they've got a soft place to land. His obvious arousal is pleasing on a primal level. Everything about it pleases her, to be honest.

When his arms close around her she laces her fingers together behind his neck. Him against her is best in these situations. Her first kiss is soft and sweet; the next is deeper, lasting, promising. Everything is so perfect when they're together like this. When he needs a breath for air she turns her lip to his jaw, kissing along the line of it until he's caught his breath. And yeah, she knows she's really helping with that.

The next kiss comes with her pulling back slightly, just enough for her hands to slide down his body to his waist. The kiss ends with her moving further away, not back but down: she sinks to her knees and draws her hands down his legs. His boots need to come off before the rest. Again, she's not looking, her eyes never leaving his face.