A quiet little hum, practically a purr, and Grace nuzzles in, trying to soothe a little of that tension from Jack's neck. She can feel it. She understands it. Sometimes a good hug feels almost more intimate than sex.

This one does.

It's good though, like they don't need a whole lot of words to talk in that moment. Grace doesn't worry about should or shouldn't, too soon or inappropriate, and breathes in before kissing him under his ear.

"C'mon, Cowboy," she whispers, teeth catching his earlobe, just playful for now. "I want to see you ride."

Grace pulls back with a whole lot of wicked in her grin and sparkling eyes.