Hushed Willows that's nice, that's a nice sentiment

For a second she was afraid.  Not of him, of what she knew he could do, but of what he didn't do.  Banner swallowed hard and prepared to back away, but then she felt more than heard the deep rumble in his chest.  Her eyelids slid smoothly shut at the feel of him returning her affectionate gesture.  The gamble had paid off!  She sighed softly and turned her nose inward to his throat, her dark brown cheek now resting comfortably against his shoulder.

Oh, this physical touch was so much different.  Her playful affection with Stark had strictly been of the familial type and as such Banner had no clue it could feel like this.  She was still barely touching Buchanan but the way her heart fluttered and her pulse quickened made her feel so alive.  The extra adrenaline left her feeling bold - somewhere in the back of her mind an alarm bell blared.  Too much.  Not enough?  Mentally she pressed on, willing herself to leave any doubtful thoughts in the dust.  Her ears folded back and she allowed a low rumble of her own, the warmth of her tone reflecting the heated feel of her own skin.

S.. she mumbled, her words slightly muffled by his fur: .. sorry.  Banner, once again, had no idea why she apologized.  It came out unbidden, an awful little habit she'd likely never break.  Her eyes fluttered open, but she did not move away.  Not yet.  If Buchanan backed away then she'd really have something to apologize for.  Now, however, she rather enjoyed being in his personal space.