Wes chuckled warmly against her neck before nipping lightly at the skin there. "Happy to have obliged," he murmured, perfectly content to remain as they were, still joined, with the sun beating down on them, the bustle of the port city in the distance. Morocco had always been one of his favorites.
He wasn't sure where they would go from here--if they would go back to bickering when they returned home, or if she would become a semi-regular presence in his bed--but he didn't really care. He'd always been more the sort to live in the moment, after all, and there were no promises between them--he got the sense that, like him, she preferred it that way.