[ before she does allow herself to fully relax, she moves her head to sit more comfortably against his chest and tucks herself more firmly into his side. she's allowed to take this from him; she doubts she's harming him by doing this, and while she can easily wrestle him into submission… she suspects he doesn't mind.
she wants him to know that she's here and that she's not letting go, not even for one of his coveted shirts. ]
You owe me a shirt.
[ one last thing: she impulsively tilts her head to kiss his shoulder and then stops wriggling. ]
no subject
she wants him to know that she's here and that she's not letting go, not even for one of his coveted shirts. ]
You owe me a shirt.
[ one last thing: she impulsively tilts her head to kiss his shoulder and then stops wriggling. ]
no subject
( or something. he'd let her have a shirt. right now, he just wants to rest. )
Good night, Katherine.