Her fingers ran through his hair and she chuckled, slipping back into his lap. * * * "Of course," he said apologetically. "Do you want pasta?"
"I can tell," she said, resting her forehead against his. * * * He gave her a smile, heading into the kitchen.
Her fingers rubbed his back, feeling the fabric of his shirt. "I love you too." * * * He looked over his shoulder. "Maybe you should sleep..."
She sighed, closing her eyes as her hand came up to rest on the side of his face. * * * "Hm. Alright, then."
"I feel very small when I'm near you," she murmured, opening her eyes to look at him. "Isn't that weird?" * * * "...did you just say 'yay'?"
"I don't know," she murmured, her lips brushing his jaw. "Normally, when I'm with someone, I feel like I have to be the one to make the decisions, take charge... I don't know. I don't need to with you. I have this level of trust with you where I don't mind letting you be the big one for a while." * * * "Uh... wow."
He smiled gently. "I don't mind taking charge when I'm with you. Just so long as we're together it'll be fine for me." *** "..Is that dumb?"
She laughed affectionately, her hand brushing through his hair. “I don’t mind being in charge most of the time,” she teased. *** “No, I’m just surprised.”
