He'd finished the news and stared in on some weird kid's cartoon when Annie's voice reached his ears. He looked down, then smiled, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
"Couldn't stand to see this beautiful face bruised from a fall, or punctured by a screwdriver," he replied, running his thumb over the soft curvature of her cheek. He smiled and shifted slightly, still not relinquishing his hold on her. She was warm and he was feeling... not frisky. Just playful, and he wanted to hold onto her for as long as he could.
He kissed the corner of her mouth.
"I want to hear what you're up to over there, apart from sleeping," he said. Then nodded at the show. "Right after you help me work out exactly what this is supposed to be teaching kids."