[This is okay. She gently moves a hand from his cheeks to his slightly more dry hair, holding him against her every bit that he's doing the same from her. It's nice. It's protection. It feels good, joining the warmth of their bodies. It's been a long month for him, hasn't it? She can feel the weariness of his body, heart and mind in the way that he leans against her, and it makes her feel...a bit selfish. Her other hand runs up and down his back, and she hums softly. The way that she always used to before...all of this.
And as much as she wants to say something, words manage to elude her as her whole body seems to flare up as hotly as her cheeks. The feeling of his body hushes her lips and steals her breath.]
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And as much as she wants to say something, words manage to elude her as her whole body seems to flare up as hotly as her cheeks. The feeling of his body hushes her lips and steals her breath.]