“You came to me! I thought you had some idea in mind, then. Unless you want to help me with my house chores, laundry and clean dishes and the like. I’m sure everykitty would enjoy you playing with them, too.” Summer glanced over at the racks of dvd cases, then slid off the couch to sit beside him on the floor and lean on his shoulder. “Or we could just sit here and you could pet me.”
The Mesmer only shrugged at her comments about chores and kittens, not really caring what they did. As she slid down to sit with him, though, all thoughts of housework slid away. He wrapped an arm gently around her and smiled, “I could deal with that.” Absently, he ran his fingers through her hair, playing with it a bit as he relaxed, his back against the couch.
She hmmed softly when he pulled her close, eyes slipping shut. “Oh dear, you’ve found my weakness.” She hated strangers touching her hair, but perversely, any friend or lover who stroked it, anything other than simple pulling — she loved that. There were few other things that could render her compliant so quickly. She took a moment to pull the ends out free, leaving the whole knee-length mass to flow down one shoulder, and curled against Vex’s chest.