CalmFred nuzzled against the exposed skin. He'd pushed her shirt up enough to rest his cheek on her bare stomach. He'd been surprised she let him move her shirt at all without a fight. She hadn't smacked his hand away or insulted him. Her unusually docile nature was why he was currently curled up against her side, enjoying the feel of her skin.More Like This
Most people didn't think that she had a calm side like this, only a violent side. It was just that none of them spent as much time with her as he did. She was like a cat, though she'd hit him if she knew he'd thought that. She could care less most of the time about what other people did or thought, unless it affected her directly. If you did annoy her she had no problem bringing out her claws and drawing blood. At other times she was more than willing to curl up with him, content.
He could feel her hand running over his hair. He was fighting to stay awake but his eyes were slowly closing. The sound of the forest and the warm sun weren't helping him.