[Ah, and this really is a treat. She sighs, tipping her head back, all but melting against him as he runs his fingers through her hair. She hasn't had anyone do that in . . . mm, however long it's been since she's been here. Four months-- yes, four months, that's it. That's how long she's been gone from Robert.]

Mm, well. Savor it while it lasts.

[It won't forever, heaven knows. They're both too stubborn (and arrogant, and combative, and dominant in personality) to stay sweet for long. But just here and now, standing in the shower with him, Rosalind feels inclined towards sweetness. Maybe it's exhaustion at work. Maybe she really is just that fond of him. Who can say?

She tips her head, nosing against him, unaware of just how apt any animalistic action really is.]

Keep-- keep doing that . . . mm, I'd tell you to keep your other hand where it is, but I don't think there's much risk of you moving that.