Chris pushes away from you, moves to sit in a cross-legged position, then pats the spot between his legs. "C'mere."

You cock an eyebrow. "You better not be up to something, Christopher."

Chris rolls his eyes and tugs your hand until you relent and crawl into his lap. You sit with your back against his chest, still able to watch the show. Chris moves his hands to your shoulders first, grasping them in a gentle yet firm manner. He massages them skillfully, then moves down to your shoulder-blades. You let out a sigh of relief when he hits the spot between them, where the most pain is.

"Is this where it hurts?" he asks softly, fingers pressing deeply into your tender skin.

You nod. "You have magical hands."

"I've heard that before," Chris snickers.

You roll your eyes and lean back into his strong grasp. You pull your blanket over both of you, keeping warm as Chris works magic on the ache in your back. His movements are both forceful and soft, and he massages the knot for some time. Half an episode goes by before you realize how truly and completely relaxed you are.

"You used to giving massages or something?" you breathe, finally able to sit straight without the pain between your shoulder-blades.

Chris lets a small laugh slip as he moves to your shoulders and neck again. "I've never given anyone a massage in my life."

You hum happily as Chris moves his hands to your mid and lower back, pressing his fingers skillfully into the places where further pain resides. "Well, you should've been a masseuse. You're freaking fantastic."

"Well, if the whole acting thing doesn't work out, I'll remember that," he laughs, louder this time. After another few minutes, one he senses you're completely relaxed, Chris drops his hands and looks at you over your shoulder. "Feel better, babydoll?"

You look at him and lean back further into his chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you to him. "Much better, thank you."

He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your lips, and you place your arms over his around your waist and over your stomach. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

The doorbells rings, and both of your heads turn sharply towards it. "Yay, Pizza!"