( Louis lets out a quick half a breath, a short surprised sound that ruffles Lestat's hair. He shivers at the touch of Lestat's lips; his neck is so sensitive that it's almost ticklish.
He doesn't know what he expects to happen, but when Lestat lingers there, Louis lifts his hand to comb his fingers through golden curls, nails dragging gently from the crown of his head down to the nape of his neck and back again. It's an almost instinctive gesture of comfort, but Louis finds himself soothed by it as well, and he wonders if some night Lestat would just allow him to stroke his hair like this for no reason at all. )
It's all right...
( Louis' voice is tentative, a wondering lilt at the end inviting Lestat to tell him whatever might be on his mind. He leans his cheek against him and presses his hand more firmly to Lestat's chest, and it almost feels as if his own pulse slows to try to match Lestat's heartbeat. )
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He doesn't know what he expects to happen, but when Lestat lingers there, Louis lifts his hand to comb his fingers through golden curls, nails dragging gently from the crown of his head down to the nape of his neck and back again. It's an almost instinctive gesture of comfort, but Louis finds himself soothed by it as well, and he wonders if some night Lestat would just allow him to stroke his hair like this for no reason at all. )
It's all right...
( Louis' voice is tentative, a wondering lilt at the end inviting Lestat to tell him whatever might be on his mind. He leans his cheek against him and presses his hand more firmly to Lestat's chest, and it almost feels as if his own pulse slows to try to match Lestat's heartbeat. )