The past is receding at pace, drowned by the heat of her skin pressed to his, and the wetness of her mouth sparking his nerves to life. Another quiet grumble of a moan and he's ushering her over to lie on him properly, because he wants to feel her thighs gripping him again. He always enjoys that. It's so promising for what's to come. In the meantime, he draws his fingernails lightly across the base of his abdomen, making sure that Sergeant Rock knows he's expected to report for duty.

'OK like this?'

He's tired, though he doesn't want to have to admit it.