He shifted on the sofa and stroked his fingers through her hair.

Falling to her knees beside him, she stroked a hand through his grey hair.

His fingers stroked a path through her short, red hair.

She cried out, and her fingers stroked through his hair.

His hair was shoulder length, and her fingers couldn't seem to stop stroking through it.

Smiling to herself, she stroked a hand through his hair.

She walked to the red door, stroked her hand through the air in front of it, then stepped forward to enter the room beyond.

The Laura who would never have stroked him through the heavy silk as she was doing.

Not yet, Natasha said, stroking smooth fingers through his mind.

She moved close to him and stroked her fingertips through his hair.