[Its all so much--maybe too much. Even so she cries out wordlessly for more; spreads her legs further even as she shudders with release, head thrown back and eyes lidded. Everyplace he touches her feels like a live wire, while anyplace left out aches for attention, even as she drenches the vine that twists deeper within her than she'd thought things could go.

But this isn't the time for thoughts--it's the time for feelings--heat--and all she can do is squirm closer, trying to feel more.

Somehow through the haze she extricates her talons from where they've punctured the seat backs to run her hands roughly over her skin instead, squeezing at her modest chest and scraping down her body to curl into his hair for as long as she can stand before returning up her body. She can't quite manage words again yet, but the pleading in her tone is unmistakable]