A Gentle Rapping, Rapping At My Cottage Door

Good, if they still hurt... she didnt know what she'd do if they still hurt him, only that the thought of it made that dull ache in her chest feel ten times more intense, more sharp, more acutely real. The idea of him being in pain, being hurt, it scared her, more than she realized as she looked from his eyes, down, and then back up again once she thought she could look to him and not have it mistaken for pity. Ruth was a proud person, and she wouldn't do that to him.

Dora's eyes narrowed a bit as he called her Theo. How many bloody times had she told him her name was Theo, over the time they'd know one another, hells, she had been telling him her name was Theo when she had been run through. After though, when he had brought Narin around, after that, no. That ain't my name, no from your lips, no like that Ruth, makes me think you're mad at me, calling me that. I'm Dora, Ruth. You're the only one who gets to call me that, so call me it.

When did it get so hot in the room, and when did it feel like she had been the one drinking, or that empty ache that threatened to have her breathing betray that she had no idea what was happening. No, you didn't hurt me, but I am gonna touch you, just not ya ears, since not even lil Mina gets to do that. She slid her hand through his grasp some, so that his fingers weren't over her pulse any more, wouldn't do to have him wondering why her heart rate was so high all the sudden, even as she closed her eyes and leaned into the touch of his other hand some, even if it did mess up her hair, her fingers lingering in his hold until he left go, the skin under immediately turning cool again, pebbling into goose flesh from the sudden lack.

Poor woman was touch starved, she wouldn't deny it if asked outright. Look, Cheeky, you have a new goal now, to get sober enough for me to tell you whether my thoughts you wanna know about were dirty or not, I can have dirty thoughts just, my head doesn't usually hold onto them for too long. I think. Sometimes they stay, and it certainly wasn't imagining what you'd do if you had to keep reading a novel aloud while receiving oral stimulation.

Teasing. Teasing was familiar territory, and she had enjoyed the true smile he had given her a few moments ago, wanted to see it again, before it was carefully hidden back under something else. He was there, between the cracks, and she was going to find him again.