[It feels nice, and she cannot help but lean into it, eyes closing a moment. For reasons she has never been able to accurately pin down, Hayame has always loved Odinson's hands. Large, capable of both strength and gentle acts both. (Like his had been.)]
You do not need thank me for such a thing. It is-
[There's a pause, perhaps somewhat awkward, before she forces herself to speak over the blushing desire to rely on silence and the implied, to say the word aloud (even if it was yet something only possible because it was the two of them alone).]
no subject
You do not need thank me for such a thing. It is-
[There's a pause, perhaps somewhat awkward, before she forces herself to speak over the blushing desire to rely on silence and the implied, to say the word aloud (even if it was yet something only possible because it was the two of them alone).]
It is normal to... expect from one's... lover.
[Right???]