Truthfully, she had expected a little more by way of cruelty — well, perhaps not cruelty exactly, but domination through pain. He liked that, she knew. Not that she was complaining, especially not when he had her kneel and began to stroke her hair. She rubbed her face against his knee, eyes closing, and revelled in his touch. They honestly didn’t often get time to simply be together, like this. Not really thinking about it, she turned enough to kiss his knee.
The Mesmer was admittedly usually more cruel in his works when it came to these kind of situations. However, he was sincerely thankful for Summer’s gift, and he’d read into it enough to understand what it meant. She trusted him completely, and he enjoyed that. With that in mind, he wanted to make sure she saw how much he appreciated her, before they got into any of the painful parts of their night.
After a while of them both relaxing like this, Vex cleared his throat enough to get her attention. When she didn’t react right away, he took hold of her hair and used it to pull her head back so that she was looking up at him. “Get up ‘ere and sit with me,” he told her.
His emotions lapped around her like a warm pool, drawing her irresistibly into a quiet daze. His hand in her hair, pulling her head back, rippled across the surface of it like tossing a stone in. She had to stand up and shake her skirts out before she could sit next him like he wanted, and of course the corset wouldn’t allow any sort of cat-like curling up.
But she settled into the curve of his arm anyway, one hand lying on his chest and bare feet hanging off the couch. Maybe this was all he wanted, simply time without demands, without needs. That was fine too. Cuddled into his side, she drifted back into the daze.