killer

i see... can i brush your hair?

of course, I'd love that.

*brush her hair softly*

*she's surprised by this, but she doesn't resist, feeling comfortable in your arms*

(they do it all night)

*she's exhausted by the end of the night, her body aching from the experience*

don't you dare try to be funny with me, I'm warning you, I'm not afraid to use this. Now, get me that drink and do it now.

fine. shit. now will you stay?