Overcome His fingers teased at the fairest hairs, the ones that hid behind her head, and she shrank
Overcome His fingers teased at the fairest hairs, the ones that hid behind her head, and she shrank away. There was a look in her eyes, and he was cowed by it for a moment. The space drawing thing between them, and then his hand moved again, sliding up her shoulder, then her neck, and heading towards those slight hairs. Again, she pulled away, her shoulders bunching up and her head dipping down. “Don’t.” It was half pleading and half warning, and his hand just stood there, hovering in the air as if she’d never left. He didn’t smile, but it wasn’t as if he was frowning, either. His hand moved, resting on her shoulder and sliding upwards. She started to tense up, the shiver running down her spine and as she moved to pull away, his thumb dug into her neck, matched by his finger, a vice that she couldn’t escape from. His hand moved up, fingers sliding into the spaces between her locks, wrapping themselves in them. She felt violated, uncomfortable, awkward. As if every nerve in her body had surged to the top of her head, spreading out, each one forced further down each strand of hair. Her body screamed, and she tried to get away from it. But his hand didn’t budge, only entwining itself more and more in that which she’d explicitly asked him not to, explained over and over again how it made her feel, how memory upon memory had compounded down into some hard diamond of awkwardness, how that was the one thing that she didn’t feel comfortable with. And then he stopped. His hand was still there, fingers wrapped and tight against her scalp. But he didn’t move. Just held it there. The screaming nerves wore themselves out, lost their voices, and retreated. The discomfort, fire down her spine, died down to a dull glow, before being extinguished completely. She stared at him, and the glower softened, turned into something a little less aggressive. “Please.” The warning had gone, and it was just the plead. Not for anything. Just comfort. Just whatever he was doing. The grip relaxed, and she knew she could pull away at any moment. But she stayed awhile, just to see what would happen. -- source link
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