That is a wonderful idea. Would you mind if I remove my shirt? The thing is cutting into my arms in this position. [he wriggles out of the shirt, trying not to interrupt her cuddling position for too long. He places it with care over the back of the couch before shimmying back down into position. He wraps his arms around her shoulders. Given the positioning and freedom, his member is back to work. He sighs with exasperation at it before reaching in and repositioning it so that it can at least exist comfortably and less intrusively.]
Please, ignore it. I have no idea what has gotten into me today. I'm not usually so excitable.