She'd love to make a teasing remark in response to him. Something about how he was the one with the fire magic, or he was the one that always made her feel like she was burning up in moments of passion with him. But that would require a high train of thought, and hers was smouldering in a wreckage at the bottom of a cliff somewhere.

"Nngh... AH.... Na.." She pressed her head against her arm, a louder, longer moan escaping, with no hope of being muffled, much as she wanted it to be. But then again Natsu never seemed to want her passionate noises to be muffled in any way, so it was probably better this way.