"Don't stop now. Please?" He spoke quietly as he leaned back, your fingers buried in his hair as you tussled his tresses. It hadn't been what you'd expected him to enjoy, touching and all that. After his admittance of his past you had believed the last thing he would want would be to be touched by anyone in any circumstance. Though what you'd found was that he enjoyed simple chaste touch. Even though you were his lover, he seemed to prefer innocent touch, braiding his stark white hair in small braids, holding his waist, unprompted hugging and hand holding seemed to be exactly what he wanted at any given time. He'd been kissed and laid back hundreds if not thousands of times, though he could count on one hand the number of times he'd been hugged or had his hair braided during his years of servitude under Cazador.

He leaned back into your hands again, his shoulders on your chest as he settled against you. A genuine smile on his lips as he looked up into your eyes.