[The way is pretty well slicked for leaf and vine alike, and she grinds harder against both with increasing focus. Breathing heavy, she moves to kiss and nip at his ear and jawline, hands falling to his hips to tug him still closer, shaky over his straining muscles.

The rest of her slides against him as well, nipples (and vines for that matter) jutting into the warmth of his chest as she desperately tries to fit them together, rhythm beginning to skip and snag. Her voice breaks on his name, eyes squeezed shut]