The sensation of Sarah's fingers trailing through his hair was magic, though not probably not entirely in the way she had meant. Cooper sighed and rested his cheek against her hip for a moment, lulled into a sort of dreamy stupor. Buzzing with desire though he was, there was something about fingers in his hair that never failed to put him into a trance - to the point where he had lost count of the number of times he had almost fallen asleep while getting a haircut.<br/><br/><em>No sleeping on duty, technician!</em>he mentally snapped at himself, and roused. Up and at 'em indeed. He was a little more than half up, and not about to let that subside. But while he was here, there was one other thing he had been dying to do. He slipped his farther hand to the inside of Sarah's thigh and gently nudged her legs a little farther apart. Eyes once again locked on hers, he slip-bumped just far enough down the bed to put him in position to lean in and drag a long, slow lick up her folds.