He smiled slightly when he met her gaze, his hand sliding up the rest of the way and cupping against soft hair and softer skin beneath it. He spread his fingers slightly, fitting them against the shallow folds and teasing her with a promise of more.

"Until I can get you into a bed, this is going to have to do," he murmured. Not that he particularly felt like he was settling for anything lesser. what they lacked in true comfort they seemed to be making up for in a willingness to adapt. Having her flush against him where he could feel every breath and squirm was no less intimate than it would be on a mattress.

He kissed down her neck and across the top of her shoulder, rubbing her with his fingers and supporting her in the cradle of his other arm. He wanted her to be able to relax as much as possible.