nonsexual acts of intimacy {accepting}♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
How had they gotten into this position again? Sakura could hardly remember, but in her defense she’d been kind of distracted for the most part. From the moment Rin ordered him by her side for the day she’d been wondering what the two of them would do, and somehow, without much of a plan at all, they’d spent a fairly fulfilling day together. Still…had it intended her to use his lap as a pillow under a canopy of trees by the end? Likely not.
But the longer she sat with him the longer she didn’t care; the gentle wind billowing through the leaves was the most sound that passed during this time, but the feeling of his hands, cautious but tenderly combing through her hair….it was like a dream, one she never even knew she’d had before now. And it was one she surely wished she wouldn’t wake from anytime soon.
Before drifting off to sleep, she could’ve sworn she heard a voice, one that sounded an awful lot like his: “…I’m sorry I let you go back then, Sakura..I’ll see to it that it never happens again.” but part of her was debating whether it was her imagination or not. Besides, her biggest concern resided in the warmth blossoming in her chest, and the thoughts it brought along with it…
Had Rin known the day would turn out like this?