He couldn't help the single thrust of his hips when she leaned up to kiss his cheek, her leg pressing against him in such a way that he needed just a little bit more.  A need that did not announce itself till it took what it wanted.  He growled, "Nono...  I will not leave such a flower alone...  You are still trembling...  I will say and not 'try anything' tonight with you."  His hands ran down her shoulder before he stepped away, not wishing to embarrass himself anymore against her leg.  He waded all the way back to land, tugging, pulling her besides him, changing as he went, when he realized that his manhood, unlike his injuries, STAYED with his form, he immediately layed down to hide it, looking up at her.  He would have been better off as a man.  At least then he had pants.  With the distraction of his now being worstened by pokes of sticks and blades of grass caressing him, he wasn't sure if he could get his pants back again if he changed.