"Ewww," Penny managed with a laugh as she tried to wriggle her hand free "You can't lick me!" At his next words she twisted slightly and licked her own forearm before pulling a face "Its fine! Not cold but good. 'm fine. "
She eyed him as he moved and with detached interest watched as he wriggled, wiggled and maneovered himself into a sitting position. Her arm was still tucked into his hand, and she didn't have the inclination to move it.
In fact, she didn't feel like moving at all ; the feeling was spreading from her legs and she could quite happily fall asleep. Or just not move for the next few months. Oliver could hover round her.