“You can wake me up, you know.” She kisses a line down his sternum. “I don't mind.” More accurately, Lee moans and grumps and growls at him if he wakes her up before noon, but all her crabbing mysteriously ceases when his hand is between her legs. Anyway she gets to go back to sleep afterwards, he's the one who's gotta get on the train to Midtown and interact with people who don't want to kiss his face and tell him how great he is.
She's being very gentle with him today, hands skipping over the parts of him that are sunburnt, not leaving so many hickies. Lee is typically a lot more bitey. The hand on his leg is slowly making its way north, her fingers lightly trailing along the waistband of his shorts.