079: relief

There was no way of knowing just how long her head had been on the keyboard, though the blinking cursor of the blank word processor served as a good indication of why. Undisturbed in her perturbation, the mass of auburn hair did not stir an inch when a hand started to gently pet her; only after a few uninterrupted moments of attention did she sway her head to move with the withdrawing hand.

"Frustrated?" chuckled a soft voice, who received only a nod in reply. Arms wrapped around the would-be-author, as she nuzzled the face next to hers...