Curling over, she laid her cheek against the top of his head and closed her eyes. Gentle fingers continued to stroke one ear, smiling a little whenever it twitched under her hand. For the first time in a week she didn’t feel the weight of the world on her shoulders, tucked up against one of the men she loved. Wanting to share it, Summer spilled a light projection into Tony; love and calmness and peacefulness.
Tony’s ears flattened for a moment, and the end of his tail twitched rapidly a few times as he was taken off guard by the unexpected mental intrusion. For half a second he contemplated being perturbed, before he just…didn’t feel like it, and instead he gave a content hum—no it was not a purr, there was absolutely nothing feline about the noise, not at all—and leaned his head into her hand.
His little purr-sound brought the smile to her lips again. She scratched the base of his ears, fingers deep in his hair, and turned her face to press her nose into his hair as well. “This is perfect.”
“You’re supposed to ask before you do that,” he reminded her quietly, though he sounded far too content for it to be considered a warning or scolding. He cracked one eye half open to look up at her. “How’s the hamster now?”
Summer rubbed her nose against his skull. “I wanted to share. It’s much quieter in my head now.” She sighed softly. “Can we do this more often? Just cuddle?”