Maybe they needed a timelapse set-up or something. Because Octavia wasn't really managing to think about taking pictures, either. Not when it would have involved letting go of him while he was so perfectly bent over for her.

"Oh, good Devil," she panted. "That's right, just let me -- take you."

And taking him she was. The grip on his hips was actually starting to try and rock him just slightly backwards into every thrust, too.