She takes a minute to think about it, like she hasn't already spent hours (weeks) considering that question. His knee is planted on the bed beside her, and she plants the heel of her hand into the muscle just above it and rubs, absent, soothing. "No. Not right now."
Half dry is enough, and she lets him get in one more ruffle of the towel before escaping it, flipping it over his own head with a teasing smile and finger-combing damp hair smooth and into a loose braid.
"But I should tell you about our travails getting back here. It was like one of your stories. Maybe tomorrow." She is more than halfway ready for bed, but the way she says 'maybe tomorrow' seems to invite him to press for sooner if he'd like.
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Date: 2021-10-07 10:06 pm (UTC)Half dry is enough, and she lets him get in one more ruffle of the towel before escaping it, flipping it over his own head with a teasing smile and finger-combing damp hair smooth and into a loose braid.
"But I should tell you about our travails getting back here. It was like one of your stories. Maybe tomorrow." She is more than halfway ready for bed, but the way she says 'maybe tomorrow' seems to invite him to press for sooner if he'd like.