[If he or anyone else had asked her outright, she would have absolutely declared that she could take care of her damn self. She's a strong, prideful woman that's ready to fight tooth and nail more often than not, but there's no denying the old fashioned streak that runs through her. Sometimes it just feels lovely to be taken care of like this, to touch with a gentle purpose and pools of affection and in her case, appreciation for his grounding patience with her.
A breath exhales at his response, both in relief and at the warmth that runs up her spine and collects in her chest with the weight of those words. To her, friendship remains one of her most cherished possessions, which isn't the right word per say, but she holds her friends closest to her heart and will fight for them until there's no fight left in her. They're her found family, chosen and honored, and he's found a place in that here.]
Good. [She tilts her head into his touch with the softest of follow-up noises, turning to press a lingering kiss to his gloved palm, lest she be tempted to pull him into a proper one. It's also a silent gesture of thanks. And before she can even make the request, he's kicking off shoes and joining her.
He doesn't have to ask twice, and the hand still lingering on his chest drags along it as it falls between them, tucking comfortably along side them both as she rolls onto her side and into the nook that seemed to be made just for snuggling. And because she can, her bare limbs drape over him. Her leg over his hips and her arm loosely over his chest, fingers curling again into the fabric of his shirt. Her hair provides a good buffer for his exposed skin, or he can pull up the hood of her hoodie if he wants to be overly cautious.
His question earns a soft grumble, but it's far less spirited than her earlier counters.]
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Date: 2021-03-19 06:08 am (UTC)A breath exhales at his response, both in relief and at the warmth that runs up her spine and collects in her chest with the weight of those words. To her, friendship remains one of her most cherished possessions, which isn't the right word per say, but she holds her friends closest to her heart and will fight for them until there's no fight left in her. They're her found family, chosen and honored, and he's found a place in that here.]
Good. [She tilts her head into his touch with the softest of follow-up noises, turning to press a lingering kiss to his gloved palm, lest she be tempted to pull him into a proper one. It's also a silent gesture of thanks. And before she can even make the request, he's kicking off shoes and joining her.
He doesn't have to ask twice, and the hand still lingering on his chest drags along it as it falls between them, tucking comfortably along side them both as she rolls onto her side and into the nook that seemed to be made just for snuggling. And because she can, her bare limbs drape over him. Her leg over his hips and her arm loosely over his chest, fingers curling again into the fabric of his shirt. Her hair provides a good buffer for his exposed skin, or he can pull up the hood of her hoodie if he wants to be overly cautious.
His question earns a soft grumble, but it's far less spirited than her earlier counters.]
You got too much of life figured out, don't ya?
[It's almost accusatory. How dare he?]