The ground being solid against her back is barely even a thought as she sinks into the kiss. Daisy might be the hunter, but this feels like Fever's own prize, able to pour her enthusiasm into it until she's breathless. Really, if she had any idea of shame, she might feel a little to be so into the idea of being caught.

Instead, she'll test how much she's allowed to reach up and touch, hands up aiming to cradle Daisy's face, sink into her hair.