Siv was not merely reactionary, recalling how she griped and squeezed, and even lightly clawed her vanquisher in return. It did, eventually, get to the floor in front of the fireplace in the bedroom. By the gods she hoped they'd gotten into the right bed room, most embarrassing if not. And yet...now in the lazy afterglow of skin against skin now warm rather than hot, she cant' say she feels ashamed if they get noticed by someone coming in.