She hums, letting herself get nice and comfortable atop him like a barn cat sleeping on the back of a horse.
"I'll just conduct my business like this," she decides, smiling against his skin, rather enjoying the feel of his big blunt fingers stroking through her hair. It's probably a hopeless tangle, allowed to air-dry and not braided back into submission, but it feels nice to let someone else touch it. She's been setting her own hair since she was eleven.
She might fall in love with him, if she weren't careful, if she weren't quite so good at suppressing her own emotions. But she is, and she knows exactly what she can and cannot expect from him, and when they part in the morning, she will wave him goodbye with a smile on her face and only a small bittersweet twinge in her chest.
Stroking her fingers carefully over the raised red scars she had so recently sewn up, she hums again. "I did warn you I was rather stubborn."
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Date: 2020-09-09 02:19 pm (UTC)"I'll just conduct my business like this," she decides, smiling against his skin, rather enjoying the feel of his big blunt fingers stroking through her hair. It's probably a hopeless tangle, allowed to air-dry and not braided back into submission, but it feels nice to let someone else touch it. She's been setting her own hair since she was eleven.
She might fall in love with him, if she weren't careful, if she weren't quite so good at suppressing her own emotions. But she is, and she knows exactly what she can and cannot expect from him, and when they part in the morning, she will wave him goodbye with a smile on her face and only a small bittersweet twinge in her chest.
Stroking her fingers carefully over the raised red scars she had so recently sewn up, she hums again. "I did warn you I was rather stubborn."