Slow, like the steady thrum of the Enterprise's engines.

The world is simple here, down to a steady rhythm, her body gloriously tight around him, accepting and driving.

Slow, like a summer day in the heart of Georgia.

Mindful, distantly, of their surroundings, he gladly helps to avoid detection by muting her cries in a hungry kiss.

Slow, and glorious - nothing to prove, here, just to enjoy.