Colt tilted his head as she stared up at him. He hadn’t seen that look before, brows steepled until she started on trying to get out of it. He’d toss the towel back over the screen and lightly fold his arms over his chest, brow raised. [color=#c10300]“Na, na. Nothing like that.” [/color]Stretching a hand over to ruffle her hair a little when she stood up. He didn’t know why, it just felt right to, as did fixing it for her too. [color=#c10300]“Nothin’ a bit of lookin’ after won’t cure.”[/color]
He took it back as she shifted the locks around, backing up a little closer that his hand drifted closer again. Even as her words registered, Colt froze, eyes tracking a journey from her head to toes and back again, settling on the top of the row of knots [color=#c10300]“I, um. Su…. sure,” [/color]nerves causing him to chew down on his lip as he figured out how much pressure these delicate things would need. [color=#c10300]“You’re asking the right lad for tricky knots.”[/color] Before he did anything, Colt licked the back of his thumb, angling it so that he reckoned he’d get them all with one swoop, each knot untangling in order of descent.
Chuckling, a wide grin spread across his face, [color=#c10300]“Easy,”[/color] and leaning down to her ear, [color=#c10300]“in you go.”[/color] Retreating a step, Colt strode around her, trying to shake the tremors running through him with how hard this was and, frankly he was getting, and how he was making it worse on himself by the minute. Breathe Colt. Just breathe. A hand rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a puff of air before another idea had him looking for his pack laid at the base of the bed. [color=#c10300]“I reckon I’ve something comfier for you,”[/color] he’d offer, pulling out a crumpled, but perfectly clean spare shirt.
He’d walk back over, draping it over the screen for when she was ready. [color=#c10300]“If we’re stargazin’ later, I don’t want you catchin’ a chill, even with me and blankets.”[/color] Taking a seat, his grin softening looking over the arranged spread prepared for him. [color=#c10300]“I’m game for cuddles, so long as you sleep. No funny business. Not from me, anyways.” [/color]
He took it back as she shifted the locks around, backing up a little closer that his hand drifted closer again. Even as her words registered, Colt froze, eyes tracking a journey from her head to toes and back again, settling on the top of the row of knots [color=#c10300]“I, um. Su…. sure,” [/color]nerves causing him to chew down on his lip as he figured out how much pressure these delicate things would need. [color=#c10300]“You’re asking the right lad for tricky knots.”[/color] Before he did anything, Colt licked the back of his thumb, angling it so that he reckoned he’d get them all with one swoop, each knot untangling in order of descent.
Chuckling, a wide grin spread across his face, [color=#c10300]“Easy,”[/color] and leaning down to her ear, [color=#c10300]“in you go.”[/color] Retreating a step, Colt strode around her, trying to shake the tremors running through him with how hard this was and, frankly he was getting, and how he was making it worse on himself by the minute. Breathe Colt. Just breathe. A hand rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a puff of air before another idea had him looking for his pack laid at the base of the bed. [color=#c10300]“I reckon I’ve something comfier for you,”[/color] he’d offer, pulling out a crumpled, but perfectly clean spare shirt.
He’d walk back over, draping it over the screen for when she was ready. [color=#c10300]“If we’re stargazin’ later, I don’t want you catchin’ a chill, even with me and blankets.”[/color] Taking a seat, his grin softening looking over the arranged spread prepared for him. [color=#c10300]“I’m game for cuddles, so long as you sleep. No funny business. Not from me, anyways.” [/color]
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