"Just checkin'," Beth answers with a little grin against his skin. She gently pushes up the sleeve of his t-shirt, kisses the curve of his bicep, then glances up. "How 'bout there? Does it need help?"

There's a hint of red on his skin and he's focusing too much on his breathing, which makes her think, even if his arms don't need help, that he likes what she's doing. So she kisses his skin again, then lifts one hand to his shoulder and gently pushes him back, moving to crawl into his lap at the same time.

They're alone. No one else is climbing the rock and Beth doesn't see how anyone can access their little clearing otherwise, not when it's surrounded by trees and brush and wildlife. They're alone enough.