Lifting her chin to allow Nate better access to her jaw and neck, Bunny sighed, feeling the release of tension unspooling all throughout her body. It had always been the same with Nate: nothing else mattered when they were together. Not even zombies or the end of society, it seemed, could intrude. It was a relief, a blessing, and not for the first time Bunny marveled at how lucky she was to have won this man as her own.
She began to tug at his shirt as well, eager to put them on even footing. Nate hit a ticklish spot and Bunny giggled, ducking her head to nip at the lobe of his ear in retaliation and missing by a mile. Finally, the stubborn shirt gave way under Bunny's hands and she pulled it off.
"Hmm," she hummed, a what-have-we-here noise of interest and pleasure. Her touch found familiar spots to re-explore, ghosting across Nate's shoulders, down his chest and along his ribcage. He was thinner, Bunny couldn't help but note, but then so was she, the inevitable result of hard travel.
The gentle scrap of Nate's teeth against her skin drew a sharp intake of breath and she pressed against him, silently asking for more.