The weight and heat of the air around them is making her pant, so Carolyn takes a second to catch her breath, sitting up and focusing on his face. She's still stroking him gently, then pushing up onto her knees. There's a newfound steadiness and she blinks slowly, shifting until she can guide him to her, sinking down inch by inch until their hips are flush and he's buried in her. Carolyn swallows hard, shivering once as the waves of memories keep coming. They'd fought hard for this, fought hard to allow each other close. The crazy thing was, Carolyn got the sense that as well as they seemed to know one another because of their time in Gotham, it was that one long night on the planet that was the real source of understanding. She'd always known him that well - all their fighting and fucking that came after, that had been no more revealing than the moment he'd gripped her hand and pulled her stumbling through the canyon.