Merlin’s face softened, a little touched at her asking, and he nodded. Kicking his shoes off, he climbed onto the bed and patted the sheets beside him, flipping back the bedspread for her to climb in. “Shall I be big spoon?” he asked, hoping to make her smile a little. She deserved some lightness.
Luna did grace him with the smallest of smiles, tired as it was. She crawled back onto the bed and said, “maybe like this,” before lying down facing him and resting her head against his chest. She managed to resist the strong urge to curl herself up into the tightest ball, knees right up, but did rest her arms against her chest, pinned tightly between the both of them. She squeezed her eyes shut.
He let her settle herself, and tucked her head in under his chin. His fingers were wrinkled, he noticed, like they’d been soaking in a bath. Just the two that had been dipped in her cunt, though.
Gently he stroked her back, his arm around her providing her with comfort, and relaxed into it. It was an unexpected way to spend his evening, to be sure, but he couldn't say it was unpleasant. He would give it a minute to sit before speaking. He didn’t want to rush her.