Moon's hands splay on his chest, nails digging in just a bit as she moans and mewls into his mouth. Her hips don't cease their movement as she's quickly taken beyond even her usual irrational thought. When she's alone, and she reflects on Jason and what they share, she usually marvels at how he can make her forget everything but him, them, in these moments.

She leaves his lips, mouth moving over his throat again. Moon licks broadly over the mark Jean-Claude left behind, and then moves lower, kissing and nipping at his collarbones. She doesn't like the barrier of denim between her, and she whines as her hips press down, making her displeasure known without removing her mouth from his flesh.