But that's a temptation he's not nearly strong enough to pass up. So he scrubs his hair just enough so that it's not dripping water that's now ice cold everywhere, and then climbs into the massive bed after her. She's warm herself, and he's sick of this cold, and he's never slept as well as he does in the company of a beautiful naked woman.
She's welcome to position him how she likes, but he wants to touch her. He's not shy about doing it, his hand immediately sliding into the slope of her waist, stroking her hip, coaxing her closer. ]
[There is that languorous heat of another person, lush and luxurious in a way that makes her feel sleepy and drunk both. Itās the delicious warmth of being in a good sunny spot, eyes closed and her tail twitching.
She tugs and turns until sheās halfway on him, their legs tangled, her head against his shoulder. He can touch her all he wants without so much as a fuss from her. She, in turn, has one arm against his waist, her fingers brushing lightly, her nose against the dip of his clavicle.
She takes a breath.]
Thank you.
For stopping me.
[She says it sleepily, and itās true. She means it.]
[ This is comfort like he's never felt. Never thought existed in a way that wouldn't scald him to experience. That he isn't bolting from the very sight of it shakes something he thought was carved into his bones. But what is there to fight for? He'd be resisting nothing except her, and he doesn't actually want to do that either.
So he settles in with a deep, heavy sigh, his fingertips trailing the side of her body, and he marvels at words he never would have imagined someone saying to him. ]
You're welcome.
[ That she can be so dangerous and still be this soft makes both things even more attractive. ]
Thank you for not putting my head through the bar.
[She hums it as she presses her mouth to the spot against his chest, content to let him know that way that she wouldn't do that to him for something so dumb, that his smell is ingrained in the deepest parts of her nose, that she may be a cat but her favor is supreme and unquestioned when it's ascendant, and Charles is like a star.
Instead she presses in closer and doesn't worry that she'll shift in her sleep - she doesn't feel that buzzing uncertainty of it - and lets his heat slip her to sleep.]
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But that's a temptation he's not nearly strong enough to pass up. So he scrubs his hair just enough so that it's not dripping water that's now ice cold everywhere, and then climbs into the massive bed after her. She's warm herself, and he's sick of this cold, and he's never slept as well as he does in the company of a beautiful naked woman.
She's welcome to position him how she likes, but he wants to touch her. He's not shy about doing it, his hand immediately sliding into the slope of her waist, stroking her hip, coaxing her closer. ]
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She tugs and turns until sheās halfway on him, their legs tangled, her head against his shoulder. He can touch her all he wants without so much as a fuss from her. She, in turn, has one arm against his waist, her fingers brushing lightly, her nose against the dip of his clavicle.
She takes a breath.]
Thank you.
For stopping me.
[She says it sleepily, and itās true. She means it.]
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So he settles in with a deep, heavy sigh, his fingertips trailing the side of her body, and he marvels at words he never would have imagined someone saying to him. ]
You're welcome.
[ That she can be so dangerous and still be this soft makes both things even more attractive. ]
Thank you for not putting my head through the bar.
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[She hums it as she presses her mouth to the spot against his chest, content to let him know that way that she wouldn't do that to him for something so dumb, that his smell is ingrained in the deepest parts of her nose, that she may be a cat but her favor is supreme and unquestioned when it's ascendant, and Charles is like a star.
Instead she presses in closer and doesn't worry that she'll shift in her sleep - she doesn't feel that buzzing uncertainty of it - and lets his heat slip her to sleep.]