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.
Vex let out a soft, contented chuckle at Summer’s words. “That /was/ the plan,” he murmured as he continued to play with her hair, running his fingers through it, twisting it lightly between his fingertips. His other arm remained coiled tightly around her, protectively, and despite his calm state, his worry still fluttered around him like a thick aura of concern.
“Keep doing that and I’ll do anything you say,” Summer murmured. But even while Vex had the front of her mind thoroughly distracted and slowly tempted, the back of her mind gnawed at the problem.