Naptime. Skinner stretched out on the couch, only to hear Pendrell come in.
Skinner just opened his eyes and glared.
"Poor baby. Rest and I'll rub your feet." Lifting Skinner's legs, Pendrell sat down, then stripped off Skinner's socks and massaged his feet with surprisingly strong fingers.
It felt so good, waves of relaxation rippling up through his body. Skinner drifted off on the tide.
When he woke, his socks were coiled on his chest, nestling into his breastbone. He sat up to pull them on.
His toenails were bright red.