[It was the sensation of his fingers fluttering up and down her forearm which first roused her from sleep, and a slow, lazy smile began to form across her lips. She murmured against his back, her lips brushing the fabric of his undershirt as she hummed in reply to her name being uttered. Her bad shoulder being comfortably propped up by her having draped her left arm over Jim's side, her right arm was in a decidedly even more inappropriate place.
Just then, as she shifted, the dull ache of her shoulder made itself known, and she blinked, becoming more fully awake. A slow, horrified expression started to wash over her features.]
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Just then, as she shifted, the dull ache of her shoulder made itself known, and she blinked, becoming more fully awake. A slow, horrified expression started to wash over her features.]
Jim. Why are you caressing my arm?