Later he will wonder just what it was he thought he was doing, but right now, it is instinct that moves his hand.
His fingers massage up the nape of her neck, weaving in her hair. His palm curls around the base of her skull. Gently, ever so gently, pulling her closer.
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Date: 2009-04-24 09:16 pm (UTC)His fingers massage up the nape of her neck, weaving in her hair. His palm curls around the base of her skull. Gently, ever so gently, pulling her closer.