Shannon would feel the weight of her body shift against him. That tension was gone, she had given in, and just placed herself completely against him, let her body mold into his own. Even with his head a flutter with barely any thoughts, and all emotion, he had sense enough to wrap his arms around her, gently, comfortingly. Together, they were further anchored against the little ledge he was perched on. There was such a weightless feeling in his limbs at the moment, he couldn't be counted on to fight against the pull of gravity casting them both out into the middle of the water. A low, gruff laugh bubbled up from the back of his throat, as he leaned his head back against the rocks. "I knew you would be," He said in mock confidence. For all the worrying he had done before the two arrived at the natural hot tub, it all seemed completely in vain now. Shannon ought to have known she would be as over the moon for them as he was. This was Eden after all, the girl who was turned on by simply being in nature. You couldn't find anything that appealed to that want, aside from a lush forest some where, or a garden. Humming lightly, he lifted a hand from her back, and strummed it lightly through the hair framing her face. "Think we'd be allowed to sleep here? We'd wake up as complete prunes, but at the moment, that is so fucking okay with me." At some point, there would be a local who came stumbling along, who would tell them off, and they would have to leave. Now, whether that was any time soon, or not, who knew? So long as he didn't see an immediate threat of that happening, Shannon was content to stay planted just where he was. Warm, sated, and still nestled within her, as he grew soft.
Luck had been on their side far longer than she expected it to have been. Hell, coming together the way the did, coming to love one another, that was really lucky in her book. Just this once, she felt at ease with pushing luck a little further, and skipping on step in prevention. It was just this once, surly they would be fine. And if not... well, they would deal with that as it came. Juniper could say that she was so far beyond the mother type, and Cal, well, he didn't seem to be ready for the title of Daddy. Already she could imagine the life that would be in store for the kid of a werecat, and ex-junkie. It wouldn't be pretty, but if it happened, they would deal. There just wasn't any other option. Some contentment could be had in the fact that any child of theirs would be gorgeous. "That's what happens when you fuck an Amazon, instead of a waif." A laugh was attempted, a tease, but it was driven away so quickly by a very pronounced moan, that the entire meaning might as well have been lost. "Mm, so do you. You always do, Cal... you know just where it hit it." On her feet once more, she became painful aware of the sting of cold in the air, and had he not reached for her, she likely would have wrapped herself around him a second later. The bump to her waist alerted her to the change in location, and as he spun her, she went willingly. Stretching out her back, her arms taught for a moment, before she gave her hair a shake, and glanced back to him. The wait wasn't long, his rough hands were on her again, guiding her back, so that their bodies could once again join together. "Yes, sir... you go right ahead." She said, giving him a little wink.