[She would shoot him a small look of warning for those kind things he says that she knows she doesn't deserve nor want because of what it makes her feel, but she is far too tired to. Too relaxed when his fingers brush through her hair and over her skin, the warmth of the water chasing away that tension that immediately rose into her shoulders.
So, she just clicks her tongue quietly, shoving his hand away when he pokes her in the cheek.]
Anyway.
[She clears her throat, and lowers herself back down to his shoulder.]
...Should you ever have need of the "rough" and "tough" again...
[He need only call her, but she lets those words hang silently in the air. It already feels strange enough saying this much, but when fear is what is pushing her, it's a powerful thing.]
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So, she just clicks her tongue quietly, shoving his hand away when he pokes her in the cheek.]
Anyway.
[She clears her throat, and lowers herself back down to his shoulder.]
...Should you ever have need of the "rough" and "tough" again...
[He need only call her, but she lets those words hang silently in the air. It already feels strange enough saying this much, but when fear is what is pushing her, it's a powerful thing.]