[ It's easy to let the warmth sink in too, even as he ends up sliding himself forward a bit on the couch, just so that she doesn't get her arm crushed behind him. That seems pointless when she slaps him though and he jerks back, hissing only faintly. It isn't anywhere nearly as loud as the time when she crushed his hand, but he really should be learning something about her after all this--girl is violent. (:()

His hand reaches up to catch hers, keeping it locked against him, his own arm twisting to keep her trapped there. It's funny, because he can definitely still see the screen if he wants to. ]

This is a good part? You're paying even less attention than I am. [ The hand against her back shifts to her side, fingertips grazing as if searching for something (yes, he sure is trying to tickle her for slapping him as she did). ] You're short enough that I can see like this anyway, you know.