Cissy's fingers trailed up my bare thigh and under the thin silk, cupping my arse possessively. "I've got your sleep remedy right here." Her other hand mirrored the first one, and without words I knew to hop up as she lifted and I wrapped my legs around her, letting her hold and carry me as I found myself on the kitchen table. Our kiss deepened as my arms held her and her fingers pressed a firm pattern into my most sensitive spot that I couldn't follow.