This time Summer shook her head positively. “There are better ways to distract myself.” Almost absently, she wove her fingers into Victor’s hair, pulling lightly and scraping at his scalp. “For one thing, I’ll need to pack some time tonight.”
Victor moaned and his eyes fluttered shut as she tugged at his hair. “Mmmmm, well, would you like to start packing now? Or later?” he asked, turning them as he posed the questions so that he could kiss her better.
“Mmh. In a bit. It won’t take long. Victor, darling … ” A familiar tingle traced her spine. “/That/ is distracting.” She combed her fingers through his hair, guiltily enjoying the softness of it.
Victor smiled, nuzzling her neck. “I aim to please darling.” The smirk on his lips was audible. He moved them so that she was sitting up a bit more before he began nipping and licking at her collar bone.
“Hmm, so far you’ve done everything I’ve asked. Bit dangerous, that.” Summer’s voice was a little breathless. “Do you never want anything for yourself?” The terrible tension of grief began to ease under Victor’s ministrations, and she breathed out, forcing muscles to ease.