There's a sharper jerk of his hips as he considers that thought. A next time is a lovely prospect, even if he's mostly grounded in this moment, the way she feels against and around him, sharp breaths and the tangle of her hand in his hair. Somewhere along the way he's curled his fingers in hers, and the idea of having her in his lap, her hair tumbling over the both of them... He leans up and pulls her into a kiss.

"We could go back to the cockpit."

He's joking. (But not necessarily.)