She smiles, one hand shifting to rest over his chest, over his heart, feeling it settle slowly. And if she mutters softly in her mother language, words and intent learned more from the babushkas on her patrol than from any trainer - what of it? Such energy is easy to spare, and she can bask in the feeling of well-being she lets sink slowly into his bones.
Oh shush.
Clearly it's all just an excuse to cuddle, sharing his warmth as the sweat dries.
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Date: 2015-01-17 08:12 pm (UTC)Oh shush.
Clearly it's all just an excuse to cuddle, sharing his warmth as the sweat dries.