With the first of her touches he went slack, deep, comfortable sighs escaping his lips. They were only interrupted by small winces, when her skilled fingers found the new knot of muscles he had just made to get himself there.

"Yeah, yeah, you want some salt and chili to treat that burn with?"

He didn't make it to sound offended, it felt much too good what she was doing back there.

"One of these days I'll throw you down in that ring, Nat. And I think, then I'll be allowed to make a wish, right?"