"finger comb”
Uma swayed her hips as she made her way to Harry, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “Mm.” She hummed, once she was in front of him. Her hand going to rest on his chest before slowly, trailing her fingers upwards. Caressing his cheek softly. Once she made it to his hat, it was quickly plucked from his head. Fingers gently running through his hair, eyes never leaving his. “I’ll take that.” And in one swift movement the hat was on her head, and her fingers were leaving his hair.









