Hands on skin was a fine, fine thing - after all that unfastening it was like the touch of your feet against a soft carpet, getting out of bed after sleeping too long. Pure sensation, and almost overwhelming - and that not-quite-normal heat under her sliding palms sent a weird shiver through her timbers, one part anxiety but five parts excitement.

She smiled wickedly (though he might not have noticed, being busy with her ear) and wriggled in appreciation. "A question worth further parley, love. Be thar a bunk in these quarters?"

Because if they were doing this - and yes, they definitely seemed to be doing this, holy gods and angels - she'd rather it not be on top of a pile of plate armor. And the last time she'd been thrown up against a wall, body memory was telling her, it had not led to a sexy fun time.