Rogue

Even settled against him, she wasn't still. She moved her cheek against his shoulder, rubbed the bridge of her nose in slow strokes against jaw, and her palms and fanned out fingertips moved in very slow rhythms, simply pulsing against his skin and muscle. She didn't answer, happy for a moment not to make any noise and just listen to the slightly electric non-sound of his heartbeat and breath.

Eventually, she murmured, "Hi back."