"I love you," he murmurs. "You're—beautiful and precious and I love you—"

Are pleased whimpering noises a satisfactory response?

Yes they really really are.

He would like to make her happy. He would like to make her very, very happy. He is pretty sure he can manage that.

He can. So. Manage that.

Good.

Afterward, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her forehead and closes his eyes and sighs contentedly.

"Wow."

"Love you," he murmurs, stroking a hand down her back.

"Mhm." Snuggle.

Snuggle. Pet pet pet.

He starts picking up the shreds of her clothing and piecing them back together. Tragically, this activity requires both hands, leaving him none to cuddle her with.

She does not require hands! She can keep snuggling him the whole time.

Mmmm. There, all fixed, back to snuggles. (His fingertips trace the lines of the Imperial sun, now visible on her wrist.)

--She giggles when his fingers touch her wrist.

"Mm?"

"Ticklish."

"Mm."

He brings the mark to his lips and kisses it gently.

Gigglesquirm.

He laughs and lets go and hugs her.

She sighs happily and cuddles him. "That was amazing."

"Mmmm. I'm glad." Snuggle.

Snuggle. "Let's...not spend too much more time naked in public, though, alright?"

He laughs. "Sure." He picks up each of her hands in turn and kisses the marks on her wrists, then lets go so she can put her clothes back on.

She dresses, slowly and languidly, and then cuddles him some more.

He does not, himself, bother putting any clothes on. He does have a soft cozy blanket emerge from the ground and wrap around them to shield them from the rather un-cozy grass.

The grass is rather uncozy. Blanket snuggles, on the other hand, are super cozy.

...Sudden frightened tensing up is not very cozy, though.

"...hm?" he says, loosening his arms around her and bringing a hand up to gently squeeze her shoulder.