Grasped hair, soft moans and heavy, laboured breaths. Will's own path down her neck would not have fit into her plans. He turned her to be just inside the door of the shed; knowing the shadows would not hide them completely and Will was not a public display type of person unless it was a body of a killer who needed to be released from their trappings.
Mouth moving down her body, fingers curling over the waistband of her pants, he stopped his descent when her words processed. A kiss to her lips. "It's okay," he parroted back, looking her in the eyes to find where she had gone. Trauma created the strongest memories, he thought to himself. Replacing the trauma with a positive took a long time. Instead of turning them both away, going back into the hotel and forget every time they got too close to the fire, Will brought one of her hands down from his hair. He placed her fingers on the bullet hole scar on his shoulder underneath the t-shirt he still wore; a reminder who it was she was interacting with. They might not know much about each other- besides the past and behaviour patterns he picked up on- but they had one nice previous experience that she could latch onto.
Knees to the dirt ground of the shed, mouth retaking the soft skin and gentle curves of her torso, continuing lower, warm breath lingered at the edge of her pants, waiting for her to stop him. When no warning came, fingers tugged down the fabric of both pant and pantie to continue the trail he had began at her neck. Her hand in his hair making it the best option.
Will preferred a soft bed and a private room to what was happening, yet there they were, unexpectedly. His tongue flicked between the scrap of his teeth and the movement of his lips at the seam of her pelvis to thigh.