"I know. I think we might have to put a pin in tonight. I don't have the brain for this." Lee said and leaned further in to his chest so that his head rolled deeper into the hollow of her throat and shoulder. He was drawing lazy patterns, rhythmic movements on the skin of her side and maybe another time she would have examined how intimate the touch was, but tonight she just couldn't give a crap, too comfortable and cosy to care. Her fingers found their way to the hair at the base of his head and started scratching there gently.

They must have stayed like that for a while because the next thing she knew there were murmurs of goodbye and she looked around to see the others gathering their things and waving their own sleepy goodbyes. Tonight had been ambitious after the weeks they'd all had. She waved back and then looked at Lincoln, smiling and pressing her lips to his hair.

"Hey Linc...the guys are leaving."