[There are no words. Nothing: just the sound of jambalaya on the stove, bubbling gently away, the pungent smell of Cajun spice in the air--and Rocky's arms going immediately around her, holding her tight.
The moment she walks into the door.
The phantom touch becomes a reality, however, when she reaches him and plants her face against his chest. Holding her tight, he plants his face against the top of her head and breathes her in, a low growl trilling deep in his chest--a sound to soothe, not to threaten.
One arm may leave her just long enough to turn off the heat, but then it's right back in place. And he's...not letting go. Just not, not moving. If she tries to move, she'll get pulled back into that gentle enveloping bear hug until she physically says something to him about moving. With words.
And, given that his eyes will be glowing wild gold when she speaks to him, it may take a minute to register before he will deign to release her from his hold.]
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The moment she walks into the door.
The phantom touch becomes a reality, however, when she reaches him and plants her face against his chest. Holding her tight, he plants his face against the top of her head and breathes her in, a low growl trilling deep in his chest--a sound to soothe, not to threaten.
One arm may leave her just long enough to turn off the heat, but then it's right back in place. And he's...not letting go. Just not, not moving. If she tries to move, she'll get pulled back into that gentle enveloping bear hug until she physically says something to him about moving. With words.
And, given that his eyes will be glowing wild gold when she speaks to him, it may take a minute to register before he will deign to release her from his hold.]