Castle slips his left hand around her middle, palm flat against her stomach, while he rubs the side of his right hand over the bumps in her spine, trying to encourage better blood flow. He's nearly bent over her now, his chin hovering over her shoulder, the top of his chest against her upper back. 'Just close enough to be within the boundaries of propriety.

"Thank god for the broken space-time continuum at Milliways, huh?"