"Back home, this is all the rage. All the dancing is either this or grinding. Totally classy." She laughs as she's pressed to him, soft and slow for a change, a sigh escaping her as his lips travel softly across her neck. The moments when they can be warm and affectionate, when they can melt into each other rather than the fire that tends to consume her when she's around him. It's a comfort, being in his arms, and she basks in it.