Yvonne Finley was heavily tickled by his contact with her neck while his words on the edge of the bed were far too bold. She could only lift her foot to kick him, but Caleb Baker caught her ankle and lazily slid his hand up her calf, half-closing his eyes, "Doesn't it hurt anymore?"
Yvonne exhaled, her leg still numb, so she let him squeeze it as he liked. It was incredibly comfortable, although they had used several locations and positions today. When they were on the desk, her legs were left dangling and sore for a long time. She hadn't recovered yet, so him taking care of her was only appropriate.
"Are you leaving today?" Yvonne glanced at the time. It was past nine. The outside world was pitch dark, the cold moon hung in the sky, partially concealed by clouds.
Caleb Baker sat up. His upper body remained unclothed. He moved to sit beside her legs and placed them over himself, massaging them inch by inch, "I'm with you."
