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

Buchanan's gentle touch sent a thrill down her spine.  Though her blood still raced through her veins, she felt herself ease into the feeling and begin to relax.  Really relax.  Her previous apology had come out all wrong and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep another from spilling out of her mouth.  But he was right - she shouldn't apologize for this.  Clearly he'd appreciated their closeness and it meant she had nothing to worry about.  For now.  Banner's inexperience with matters of personal affection and attraction meant she'd be playing with a handicap, maybe even a very steep one.  She swallowed audibly and released the flesh she'd been holding between her teeth.

She meant to respond in the affirmative but all that came out was a deeply satisfied Hmm.  Surprisingly, she felt no emarassment from the throaty noise she'd emmitted.  Banner tilted her head until her crown rested on the front his shoulder and gave him an absent-minded rub.  For a lady with no experience in this kind of thing, she did have the sense of mind to realize how very natural it all felt for her.  She'd practically tucked herself into Buchanan!  It was a delicate, feminine gesture that she'd never had the chance to put into practice.  Odd.

Crown still pressed to his shoulder, she opened her eyes and rolled them up until she met his own.  Her lips curled into a soft smile.  Hello, she murmured playfully.  Banner wasn't quite sure what to say now.