Heidi was considering taking up a career in being diabolical. It had nice perks.
Her forehead nearly collided with his when he moved to support himself against the wall(She, in turn, pressed closer to help keep him from slipping.), and open eyes rolled at the predictable path Nathan's hands had persued before closing. Deciding to put her own to better use--she'd need to keep them in play, lest they find a comfortable spot and forget their mission.
One thumb found the corner of his lips, feeling the smile there when she broke for a quick breath before it coasted back across his cheek--No burns. No beard.--to rub lightly across the nape of his neck. The other hand had found the hem of his shirt and disreguarded the boundry, sliding up his side and along the places their torsos met. On one trip back down, following a particularly firm squeeze to her rear, she paused to give his middle a pinch of her own.