She snorted softly, rolling her eyes as she said very sarcastically, “Right. Because that was my plan the entire damned time.” She would have shook her head if it weren’t so nicely planted into his pillow. “I do mean it though – the harder part,” he wasn’t going to get anything worked out that way.
He fulfilled her request and put more force behind the movements of his hands. "That hard enough for you?" Evan asked her.
She groaned softly, fingers curling into the pillow and toes curling against the air. “Mm-hmm,” she practically purred though she hadn’t meant to. Definitely much better.
Evan liked the noises that she made. He moved further down her back and leaned down again to kiss her shoulder. "Feeling better?" he asked her.
“Starting too,” she smiled and it was true. Dorcas was noticeably starting to relax. At least in the shoulders and back department. “You have very good hands for this.”
"I have good hands for other things too." he murmured, dipping his hands even further down her sides then slowly moving them back up again. "Dorcas, I'm sorry things didn't turn out like you wanted them to tonight." Evan said. He did, after all, feel more than a little bad for their fighting.
She started to say something when his hands moved lower but closed her mouth again. Instead she lazily pushed her fingers through her hair, sighing heavily, “It’s alright... Plans get screwed over and it’s partially my fault as well... Like I should’ve called first and then we wouldn’t’ve begun so badly.” This was not helping her relax. At all. Reliving the night as each domino smacked into each other in her mind’s eye.
"Hey..." he said, shaking his head a little and flopping down on his back beside her. He pulled her body close to his and ran his fingers through her hair. "Don't be sorry. If I'm not allowed to make an ass out of myself in front of you, then who can I do it in front of?" Evan asked. "It's not a big deal, everything's just fine. We're alright, alive far as I can tell, bruised ego perhaps, but I'll live." he smiled. "So smile for me, lovely."
She snuggled against him, hiding her face in his side. "Bruised ego? More like... Spousal abuse battered ego," she teased weakly, looking up at him so he could see the roll of her eyes. But she didn't smile. Something was bothering her. "I wonder if every couple fights like this..."
"Yes." he sighed. "Every couple has fights. Usually worse than this, and honestly, I don't even think of it as fighting. It's just a disagreement. A misunderstanding because I'm overly sensitive and you aren't used to being with anyone like you are with me. It's alright. We're not some horribly doomed couple okay?" Evan explained. "You gotta believe that."
"I wasn't thinking horribly doomed but now that you've brought it up," she stuck her tongue out at him. "All that's left is the zombie invasion and getting eaten in our sleep." But she laughed because that was just completely ridiculous...