Flycatcher Downs [M] Was brushing her cat in her black limousine

An age old dance. One she knew well. A purr in her throat. She took what she wanted, gave back what she received.

Sated and quiet. She gave a small yawn and a stretch. Lazily smiling like a cat who ate a canary. Brushed her face scross his shoulder and then gave him his space.

 Unsure if he would want affection. Their worlds so different  now, but in truth. They always had been.

Thank you. Have you found what you were looking for? You needn't answer if you don't want. And i won't keep you if you want to leave.

But she hoped perhaps they could forget their disastous attempt at domicility and just be Ingram and Ash like they were before a comfortable friendship/acquaintanceship.

 And be fine with going weeks without words, but upon sight at least be able to speak without all this tension.