"Slow," he agreed, some sense returning to overpower the lust. He glanced at the door when she did, and took a slow breath, his hands sliding up from her hips along her back. He scratched gently over her skin and turned to kiss her once more, brief but full of need, and he stepped back. "Let's lie down," he said softly, warmly as he pulled free of her. He crossed to the door in two steps and flipped the lock shut, then again to the other corner of the room to pull a blanket from the cabinet there. Usually he didn't need one, since the bunker was warm enough and he slept in his clothes, but for this is just felt right. He stepped over to the makeshift bed and spread the blanket over it before he climbed in beneath it, cheeks red and eyes lidded with need.