[ a low, pleased noise escapes him at the rub of her fingers in his hair, and he rubs up into it; there used to be a running joke that ichiro was like a puppy dog when it came to the dirty dawgs, and he certainly lives it here.
eyes closing, content, he settles in close that way, his hand shifting to rub small circles against the soft skin of her back. ] Mmmkay.
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eyes closing, content, he settles in close that way, his hand shifting to rub small circles against the soft skin of her back. ] Mmmkay.
[ a beat. ] Could play 20 questions.
[ joking? maybe. it might be fun, though. ]