[She seems just as distracted--just as laser focused, 100 percent focused on the now haphazard meeting of their bodies. Her tells are no less evident: her voice rises a good half-octave; her head bows into his collarbone as holds on for dear life. But she grinds urgently back against him, talons pricking into the leaves over his hips and the curve of his rear as she grips tight and stutters down into him]

Jacob, Jacob please--