[The whimper that leaves him is high and breathy, and he shudders up off the nest to rock into her, legs spreading wider in an attempt to get her nearer]

[The leaves, by now, are barely in place, rumpled and damp from both sides; when she leans her weight against him, he groans and cants up into her]

[The vines haven't stopped moving, growing more restless as he does; the one at her chest writhes and squirms, catching at her nipples, and the one between her thighs slithers its way up between them, teasing along her inner thighs as best it can in the tight confines]