"I barely remember what happened. I just knew it went in, she did something, and it was over." He squeezed where his hand lay, then trailed his hand back around to her hip and up along her side. There was muscle to her, a leanness only a runner could have, but she was so soft, so smooth. He reveled in it. Both hands slid along her skin, exploring every inch he reasonably could, drinking in the softness and the warmth. He ached for her even as she lay with him, and squeezed her in close. His eyes were nearly closed again when a distant buzzer sounded, and the entire bunker vibrated with the sound of metal on metal, too close to be the entrance. He looked up a little, and the half-smile widened into a full one. "Ketto," he murmured. "He finally cracked whatever was keeping that door shut. Good. I don't know what's beyond, but he'll catalogue it and make sure it's usable by the time anyone else arrives."