She laughs wickedly, shifting up onto her hip.

"Wouldn't dream of anythin' else."

Of course, Doc may disagree when her hands go from slow, tender strokes up and down the length of his back, to his shoulders where she returns the favor for his earlier neck rub.

Of course, to get at the right angle, this means she has to slip her leg over the small of his back and straddle his waist, her meager weight balanced on his hips.

As she rubs his shoulders, she leans down until her lips are at his ear.

"Where we gonna run 'way together, cowboy?"