The way his fingers brushed through her hair made her heart flutter. She squeezes back at his other hand, not letting go even when he pulled back. She was confused at first, a little disappointed that the kiss was cut short, but then she felt his eyes on her. Her eyes glance elsewhere until she finally allows herself to look back at him. His chest was a sight she's seen several times when they sparred. A body that showed his training with his muscles, his battles with his scars. Yet she still felt safe and comfortable against him.
Swallowing hard, she lets her eyes roam lower, her face only heating up more. It was a first for her--then again, she had quite a few firsts with him already. The notion that his reaction was due to what they've been doing was..almost fascinating. She catches herself, not wanting to stare too long, beginning the walk to the shower while tugging him along.
"It's getting cold." Is her excuse, except she felt anything but.
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Date: 2018-06-15 05:57 am (UTC)Swallowing hard, she lets her eyes roam lower, her face only heating up more. It was a first for her--then again, she had quite a few firsts with him already. The notion that his reaction was due to what they've been doing was..almost fascinating. She catches herself, not wanting to stare too long, beginning the walk to the shower while tugging him along.
"It's getting cold." Is her excuse, except she felt anything but.