Bunnate
The kiss is reciprocated. It's hard to keep his eye on where he's going and where his lips are planting and so he needs to stop in between a row of trailers. He leans her against one and dives into a full pressure kiss, moonshine infused and licked by the happy day they've shared.
He presses his cheek to hers, whispers in her ear, "I've been thinking about getting ye back in our tent all night." he kisses her neck, nips at her earlobe and then the jawline. "You been thinking of onie recipes that have tae do with me?"
It's hard to shelf his hands under her and pry them away from the trailer. He doesn't want to let her down as a matter of pride and he likes how she feels in his arms. To his benefit he is able to stumble along in the same direction she'd been pointing for. There's Bode's little house, a few other structures that look familiar and finally he spots the dome he'd set up earlier and he crashes into it, through the flap and spills her onto the double zipped mattress that takes up the whole damn thing.