As he leaned over to look at her, Lincolns knee shifted higher, a firm, warm pressure between her thighs that made her hips roll with the movement to accommodate him. She didn't feel trapped though, and she wasn't about to pull away at all, even if she thought maybe she should. Instead she stretched languidly into the couch, letting his weight anchor her.

Lee rolled her eyes at the look on his face. Even tired as he was, he still managed a pretty effective set of puppy dog eyes. She reached up and ran her fingers over his cheek lightly. "I like it a lot. I'm just concerned you're going to start a fire if you accidentally catch it on my shirt or something." She teased, smiling at him. "And that'd look bad, you being a fireman and everything."