"No... We'd be takin' care of each other," she said quietly. "I never was good at sittin' still, ye understand, right?" Her hands squeezed his and she moved in closer, her mouth finding his one more time. It felt good to touch and be touched, she thought, to feel a man's lips against her own and to kiss a powerful kiss. He wanted to see where things would go. She would let him, she thought, and if it grew too intense for her, she would speak up. For now, she was too preoccupied in her kiss to him that was filled with longing and promise.