Whatever she wanted to call it, Neil loved it and wanted to see more of it--possessive, he damn sure felt possessed as fuck when she kissed him like that, and found himself wondering how to maybe make that a thing he could pick for later, like they'd talked about.

"Call it what you want, it's hot and I love it." he grinned, shifting to get to his feet. "And sit down, huh? I'll pick through the mess to feed us, get off that ankle. I'm askin', please--but seriously, park it and I'll ice it down after we eat. Maybe try to heal it a little more, too."