She has every instinct to pull back and remind him that they can be seen, to make sure he knows what he is doing because, well, it's been such a battle since the beginning. But she can't, she wants to savor this moment, to treasure it. She can question it and him later.

He sweeps her off her feet and she can (and wants to) do little else but hold onto him and kiss him back, making her own contented sound against his lips.