[ she's used to running on little sleep and low energy herself, but the thought that they're both low on either kind of fuel is pushed aside as she reaches down to slip his hands underneath his shirt. there's no rush or urgency this time, no need to hurry, and so she just rests her hands on his stomach as she kisses him, digging her nails in ever so slightly. ]
ikr the icon/rp world needs more renner