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BanaBatGirl 
Ahh the blissful power of therapy. Fletcher allowed himself to be pulled closer and one of his arms slid up her back a little, toward her long, dark hair. If she could play with his hair, he could play with hers.
And of course there were kisses. Such sweet, soft lips his therapist had.
Sandra enjoyed the feeling of his hands in her hair. His clean hands right? Cause it wasn't easy to get her hair to look like this. Okay, it wasn't too difficult, but she couldn't always roll out of bed and look this good. Took work it did.
She enjoyed the kisses more of course. The therapy and the breeze flowing through her dress and hair. Maybe warm weather was better. After all, there was no thick Durmstrang robes between them like before.