She wanted to purr, she was so content. Lincoln was squeezing her tight against him, lips and voice pressing in through her skin at the back of her neck. His fingers were tracing idle patterns on her ribs and she was drifting. She’d be asleep before long but she was awake enough to want to tease him a little bit.

“Make you make at least two lasagnas a week. Backrubs. Let me win at Sniper Elite once in my entire life.” She said, arching back to rub her cheek against his. Sleep was starting to take her so she didn’t stop herself when the urge to kiss his cheek takes over, pressing her lips against his cheek and leaving them there. Maybe it was too personal but she just wanted to have the taste of him on her lips for a second.