Humming a soft sound, she waited for him to answer before she lowered her head back down. Nuzzling her cheek to his chest, she let her eyes fall closed again. "Good." The soft mumbled word caused her lips to brush his hand covering hers... and it made her suddenly aware of the fact his hand was there. Opening her eyes just a little, she smiled at the sight of his hand over hers. Something about it made her chest tighten with excitement.
In the past, she'd been irritated by it. By the fact that she was so tiny and so many assumed she needed protecting or someone to watch over her. This time... it didn't feel like that at all. Moving her thumb, she gently swept the pad along the side of his hand. I'm glad you're feeling better." She should probably get off of him. She was quite literally sprawled on top of him and Catarina would fuss over abuse of a healing patient. Ragnor would yell for entirely different reasons.
But the longer she lay in the awkward position that normally felt so good... the more she felt the jab of the boned corset digging into her. Furrowing her brow, she tipped her head to look at the clothes she still wore. Making a face, she started to move into a more comfortable position only to stop. He still looked mussed and dirty from the combat before... "Would you like to take a bath?"
Her words came out soft as she winced as one of the stays in her corset pushed into a sore spot. "I will draw you up a bath and find you some clothes you can wear till we wash yours. Sound like an okay plan?" Yet even with that pain that she knew meant bruises, she couldn't bring herself to lift up off of him to do the things she promised. Not just yet.
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Date: 2013-08-25 10:05 pm (UTC)From:In the past, she'd been irritated by it. By the fact that she was so tiny and so many assumed she needed protecting or someone to watch over her. This time... it didn't feel like that at all. Moving her thumb, she gently swept the pad along the side of his hand. I'm glad you're feeling better." She should probably get off of him. She was quite literally sprawled on top of him and Catarina would fuss over abuse of a healing patient. Ragnor would yell for entirely different reasons.
But the longer she lay in the awkward position that normally felt so good... the more she felt the jab of the boned corset digging into her. Furrowing her brow, she tipped her head to look at the clothes she still wore. Making a face, she started to move into a more comfortable position only to stop. He still looked mussed and dirty from the combat before... "Would you like to take a bath?"
Her words came out soft as she winced as one of the stays in her corset pushed into a sore spot. "I will draw you up a bath and find you some clothes you can wear till we wash yours. Sound like an okay plan?" Yet even with that pain that she knew meant bruises, she couldn't bring herself to lift up off of him to do the things she promised. Not just yet.