Bunnate
It's encouragement to hear her say that. All this time, all this way from Harlan and it still gives him a jolt of pleasure. "Ye are a wonder." he says to her, whiskers tickling at her hip bone as he maneuvers her pants off of those long, lean legs of hers. For a moment he is praying to her, folded up, whispering things that he would never whisper to another living soul.
When he's in this state, as drunk as he is, it's a wonder he can function sexually at all. It's a gift to be sure. Something handed down from him through generations of hard drinking Quinn's. But, it's more primal than it is a romantic getaway. He's not rough with her but he's not entirely gentle either. He's greedy and that manifests in how he wrestles with his own clothes, getting caught up and then, in a moment of victory! he is freed from the confines and it able to tug her toward him.
There's no thought of a protection. There seldom is after he'd gotten with Bunny. It doesn't frighten him that he could be a parent with her, not even in this world. He's optimistic about the future. He's optimistic about their life and a capacity to make something, a family, a life out in the wilds of the world. Of course, that's all poetic but the real reason is that he's drunk and horny and he wants his girl now and he doesn't have the capacity to worry about anything else but getting her.
It's such a practiced move this, slipping inside of her, but it never gets old - at least to him.
When he's pressed against her at last, her legs made to wrap around him, and he's positioned to steal another kiss, he does. Deeply.