Every little reaction of hers only urged him on that much further. The feel of her breath against his neck, the slight scratch of her nails against him - it didn't matter if he'd been injured, because the last thing he was paying attention to where his wounds. All that mattered now was the woman in his arms and what they were about to do together. Jonas let his hand come up to cup the back of her neck as she was kissing him, tightening his fingers in her hair as they finally kissed again. How was it that he'd convinced himself that he could go more than a day without her?
He shifted so he could lean over her a little more, probably not the best move to make on his part, but Jonas wasn't thinking logically at this point. "We should find our way to the bed," he murmured between kisses. The couch was fine, but the bed would be more comfy for them both to sleep on afterward.