Brennan chuckled at the fervency with which she kissed him, stripped him, and ran her hands over him. It was not a laugh to make fun of her, or because of any humorous aspect of there actions, but instead the result of some deep part of him voicing its satisfaction with the situation. The chuckle started inside, a rumble in his chest than mouth while he did not stop kissing her.
As her, so too he, and he ran his hands under her shirts and pulled them up over her head with an economy of movement. Once he had her shirt off, he did take a moment to pause and appreciate the view in the firelight. The light that it cast flickered over his skin, giving it a healthy glow. It looked so good that he was almost jealous of the firelight, getting to caress and kiss her exposed body. There was only one way to abate the irrational feeling, so he traced a line down her chest with one finger. When he reached the tip-tilted point of her breast, he paused and circled around it instead.
He had other plans for that spot.
One of which was put into action immediately as he bent to place a kiss where his finger had failed to touch. Meanwhile, never let it be said that he could not multitask when he put his mind to it, his other hand came up to gently touch her other breast. He held her in place with a firm arm across her back, nearly bending her over his arm as he hovered over her.