[ Before Cat decides to leap on his back, anyway, nails sharp and meows ear-splitting. ]
[ He gathers her up, carefully, her weight in his arms like the sharp satisfaction of catching something costly mid-fall -- melded with a ruefulness for the days when he could manhandle her with rough freeness, secure in the knowledge of what she could and couldn't take. Hell, he even misses the way she'd try to pick him up, reminding him who was, if not bigger, than definitely just that much stronger. ]
[ He hasn't realized until now he'd liked it. Liked the push-me-pull-you, almost as much as he likes the warm pillow of her lips on his right now, the slow probing of his tongue into her hot little mouth. Rays of dying red sunlight carve through the blinds at the bedroom window. Without breaking the kiss, he spills her across the mattress. Hovers over her, a strange delicate negotiation of his body on hers, pressure without the weight. ]
[ His lips skim her cheek as he murmurs, ]
I'll give you a rubdown, if you want.
[ Something to get her blood flowing, help with the circulation and stiff muscles. Usually a soothing thing, as part of the complex process of her physical therapy -- but that doesn't mean he can't turn it into a game for her to enjoy. ]
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[ Before Cat decides to leap on his back, anyway, nails sharp and meows ear-splitting. ]
[ He gathers her up, carefully, her weight in his arms like the sharp satisfaction of catching something costly mid-fall -- melded with a ruefulness for the days when he could manhandle her with rough freeness, secure in the knowledge of what she could and couldn't take. Hell, he even misses the way she'd try to pick him up, reminding him who was, if not bigger, than definitely just that much stronger. ]
[ He hasn't realized until now he'd liked it. Liked the push-me-pull-you, almost as much as he likes the warm pillow of her lips on his right now, the slow probing of his tongue into her hot little mouth. Rays of dying red sunlight carve through the blinds at the bedroom window. Without breaking the kiss, he spills her across the mattress. Hovers over her, a strange delicate negotiation of his body on hers, pressure without the weight. ]
[ His lips skim her cheek as he murmurs, ]
I'll give you a rubdown, if you want.
[ Something to get her blood flowing, help with the circulation and stiff muscles. Usually a soothing thing, as part of the complex process of her physical therapy -- but that doesn't mean he can't turn it into a game for her to enjoy. ]