[ the moment they're free of the crowd, he ducks, pulling Saya underneath a shadowed shelter of a tree to kiss her.
It's a hard kiss, abrupt in both it's execution and it's brevity. He had no intention of doing it against a tree, no matter how easy it'd be to slide her skirt up a few inches, to peel away the fabric. It's just a simple warning; touch him and it will only delay the walk back that much longer. ]