Re: Home: Iris and Manning
Iris probably would've blushed at the comparison of her to an attention-seeking cat, but it wasn't that far from the truth. She pressed close to him, rubbed her lips against his stubble, nearly crawled into his warmth, because it felt good. And because she had to be close to him to do each of those things. It would be hard to argue that she didn't want his attention - at least that which he was willing to give.
The trace of his finger between her shoulder blades was exactly the right type of attention, and she didn't force back the shiver that his touch drew to the surface. She shuddered a little against his body, and sighed contently when she recognized what he was tracing there. It was appropriate, and she nodded, working one of her hands up so that she could match the tracing of it over his heart. "...yes," she whispered, like that should answer his question. But just in case: "A new one..."
And then she leaned back, just a little, carving the slightest wedge of space between them so that she could catch his arm, draw his hand around and down until she pressed it flat just below her navel. There was a curve there, and it was firm, not the softness of fat or flab. She traced the rune again, this time on the back of his hand.