Watch some TV

"...go over to the couch and make out like the horny teenagers we are." He finished.

"ASH!" Katrina exclaimed. "I don't think that's at all appropriate!" She tried hard to show a feigned look of shock on her face to mask her actual one. Ash's lewd comments are nothing new, but the accompanying mental pictures always caught her off-guard. God, she wished they could make-out on the couch. She could climb up on top of him and rub her body against his, grinding her crotch against his, waiting to feel his erection through his jeans. She would kiss him deeply, sliding her tongue past his lips and he would share his with her. Then she could lift up her shirt and oull down her bra before sticking her breast toward his mouth so he could draw the nipple into his mouth and suck on it, nibbling just light enough to make her...

"You damn prude." Ash stuck his tongue out, his voice interrupting Katrina's fantasy. "Fine then. I guess we'll just watch some TV."

"What's on?" Katrina asked, still recovering from her daydream. Her body temperture felt way to hot for comfort.

"I don't know. Why don't I go check the TV Guide? OH WAIT!" Ash lifted up his casts. "I can't!"

"Oh, right..." Katrina giggled. "You need me for that, don't you?"

"Man...I've known you since we were just toddlers and I'm still not convinced your true hair color isn't blonde."

"Be nice." Katrina laughed, then got up, grabbed his wheelchair handles, and pushed him into the living room. She set him next to the couch and Ash immediatly started to stand up. "Whoa!" Katrina ran out in front of him and threw an arm around him. "No moving without me, Ash."

"It's like three fucking feet. At most." Ash complained. "I think I can walk it." But he didn't push her away and Katrina walked with Ash over to the couch. She savored every second of him leaning on her. Together, they sat down and Katrina grabbed the remote. "Okay! What channel do we tune into?"