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Part 2 of Clothes Shopping Adventure
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Clothes Shopping Adventure
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Autumn sunlight streams through the blinds, warming up the pallid arm that the first bit of ray can catch--But it’s not enough. She draws it away, closer to herself as she lays on her stomach, a smile blooming as another hand looms close. It’s free of it’s normal leather restraint, exposing only skin and a calloused palm with fingertips to match. His touch is rough, the scraping of skin upon skin in this light-filled room, but in it she finds gentleness and comfort. Not truly a back scratch, but more of just...Feeling his touch on her back. The way his fingertips swayed to and fro, tracing unknown patterns and swirls, until his hand started getting lower and lower and she had to lean up on an elbow and pap his chest with a mischievous smile. He retreats back to his former activity with a laugh.
She finds it funny, maybe a bit silly, that someone of his stature would lose so horribly to someone like her (jack of all trades didn’t include this). Maybe this is why she finally laughs in the silence, biting her lower lip to withhold anymore jovial outbursts as his weight shifts in the creaking bed. There’s a look of humor glittering in those eyes of his, like ice melting at the sun’s first touch, and he smirks. Chuckles, even. The breath he exhales is like steel-forged winter, all might and cold but ever so warm like a hearth.
The blankets strewn around them is enough to call it a nest of sorts, but she doesn’t mind and neither does he. It’s when she decides that she can’t keep her eyes open anymore, that she covers her chest and scoots closer to him before finally embracing him in a sleepy hug.