[The sexual aspect of their current situation is, in part, relative to survival. She'd be more dangerous if she thought that his capacity to survive was compromised, at which point she would probably not even try. At this point though, she sees fit to do what needs to be done to keep his body temperature up. And if that means more than just some suggestive touching, then it's your lucky day, Tony.
In that same respect, vulnerability is relative to his warmth. Once he's warmed up enough to process what is going on he'll be back to normal again and probably won't even be think twice about what is going on. Or at the very least that's how she rationalizes things.
She shifts against him, pressing in closer in all the right places, and slides her foot down his leg again, then back up resting it on his hip and hold him to her. Molded against him, her hand drifting down his side. Her expression with the almost fond softness to it, might suggest a coy sort of innocence, if he didn't know her as well as he does.
A long moment passes from the time he finishes speaking to the time her fingers make the slow sweep back up along his rips, before moving to rest on his cheek, her eyes search his briefly before she moves, lips brushing his lightly at first, feeling him out before sealing against his. Gentle fingers coax along his jaw in an effort to relax and open him up to her.
She takes her time, with carefully exploring tongue, not too much but enough of a fleeting taste and light touch to his to be an invitation for more should he choose to take it. Then when she breaks the kiss, she gives his bottom lip teasing nibble and smiles, whispering.]
/o\ /flees
In that same respect, vulnerability is relative to his warmth. Once he's warmed up enough to process what is going on he'll be back to normal again and probably won't even be think twice about what is going on. Or at the very least that's how she rationalizes things.
She shifts against him, pressing in closer in all the right places, and slides her foot down his leg again, then back up resting it on his hip and hold him to her. Molded against him, her hand drifting down his side. Her expression with the almost fond softness to it, might suggest a coy sort of innocence, if he didn't know her as well as he does.
A long moment passes from the time he finishes speaking to the time her fingers make the slow sweep back up along his rips, before moving to rest on his cheek, her eyes search his briefly before she moves, lips brushing his lightly at first, feeling him out before sealing against his. Gentle fingers coax along his jaw in an effort to relax and open him up to her.
She takes her time, with carefully exploring tongue, not too much but enough of a fleeting taste and light touch to his to be an invitation for more should he choose to take it. Then when she breaks the kiss, she gives his bottom lip teasing nibble and smiles, whispering.]
Better?