All thoughts left lingering in the back of her mind about the wound she'd suffered were gone right around the time both pairs of pants hit the ground, leaving more skin exposed, the leg he wasn't touching bent up by his hip. Prone as she was to worrying, acting on impulse overrode that by far, and there were few things she could think of, in that moment, that were better than this. Her fingers tangled in his hair, a small noise escaped the back of her throat at his mouth's proximity to her ear, and she deliberately rocked her hips up against his, a hint, at least, of wanting more. They weren't going to stop at making out mostly naked, after all.