[ The silence is easy and comfortable. Calm. She doesn't let anything enter her head except the sound of his heartbeat, his breath, the waves and gulls. Any tension that's left in her body seems to leech out; it's not until her shoulders relax that she realizes she'd been carrying so much stress in them.

He kisses her and she hums softly, running her thumb along the back of his neck. When he sits up, she shifts into the space next to him, half on her side with her legs curled as she grins at him. ]

You think I won't do that outside? I just didn't want to rush. [ It's a vacation, and she wanted to relax first and foremost. ] We can get lunch and then go to the beach. Maybe dinner? Then come back here.

[ And, of course, as an oversexed tart, she is not saying no to finding somewhere private between the meals. ]