I love that he asks, almost as much as I love the heavy hand on my neck. It's like after last night, he's decided to claim ownership of me, and I am absolutely not upset about it in the slightest. In fact, I rather like it. The next month stretches out ahead of us with endless possibility. Him on top. Me on top. In the shower. Me on my knees. Me on the table. Me splayed out on the captain's station on the bridge again. Endless. Possibilities. So I reach to his side and give his tail a teasing little stroke, because I know it makes him all riled up.
