[ she didn't think he'd refuse, even if he hadn't been in the mood for one, but she still lets out a little smile of relief to hear him acquiesce. she can feel a little more of his weight now and while she's happy he's relaxing more, she can't let him get too comfortable this way. no no, after a night like he's had, there's really only one way to enjoy a story.
so with one last little squeeze to his cheek, she moves to draw away. the warmth they'd been beginning to cultivate together starts to dissipate with the return of distance, but it's not something marta means to lose for very long. that much becomes obvious when she shifts on the bed, sliding her legs over the edge, and her lap she pats once, twice. she lifts her brows at him, her meaning clear.
no subject
so with one last little squeeze to his cheek, she moves to draw away. the warmth they'd been beginning to cultivate together starts to dissipate with the return of distance, but it's not something marta means to lose for very long. that much becomes obvious when she shifts on the bed, sliding her legs over the edge, and her lap she pats once, twice. she lifts her brows at him, her meaning clear.
well? ]