He can't get enough of her laughter. It lightens his soul, reminds him what it's like to have fun again.

So she can flail all she wants, but the most he'll do is switch from the left crook of her neck to the right. He growls against her skin.

"I'd like to see you try..."

Tommy's gotten used to two pairs of watchful eyes whenever he and Kate fool around, but every so now and then, the cats' staring gets the better of him. He can feel their gazes boring into the top of his head-- judging him. Eventually he eases up on his nibbling and overindulgent kissing, and he picks his head up out from the crook of Kate's neck to give the cats a look.

The cats might have saved her after all by providing this momentary distraction.