"That it isn't." Cooper squirted a small amount of lotion into one hand, then rubbed both together before beginning to knead Sarah's shoulders. Maybe it wasn't strictly necessary to work so slowly, but it was so easy to linger right there at the nape of her neck, or there inside the curve of her shoulder blade, or along the line of her spine.<em>When she goes home, I'll never get to touch her again.</em>All at once he felt the transience of their situation, and realized he couldn't afford to miss a moment. He caressed her with singular focus, memorizing the feeling of every inch of her.<br/><br/>"I was on a destroyer. Not the biggest ship in the fleet, but big enough. Weather that would swamp a boat like this, you don't even feel." He chuckled softly. "And you could catch some rays on deck when you were off duty. But then you get into Fall in the North Atlantic, and watch out. There were times we were in seas where you'd be trying to go forward, say, and you'd be taking two steps on the deck, two on the bulkhead - uh, on the wall - two on the deck, two on the other bulkhead. That's how much we were rolling."<br/><br/>He had covered her thoroughly but showed no sign of stopping. Instead he segued seamlessly into a slow, sensual massage.<br/><br/>"Um. Hope I'm not making you seasick."