I bet she'd be a very physical, touchy-feely girlfriend. Always touching in some way.
>Holding hands.
>Arm snaked around you when you're sitting.
>Hand on your knee or thigh.
>Surprise kisses and pecks on the cheek.
>Bear hugs where she lifts you off the ground like a child.
>Playful prodding or hip checks.
>The most intense, passionate love-making possible aided by her fluency in body language and pressure points.
>It also makes her aroused easily if she sees that you want it. Flushed cheeks and heavy panting just from a steamy kissing session with some heavy petting. If that persists she might even orgasm the moment your hand trails the inside of her thigh.
>Sleeping together with her either spread eagle with her head on your shoulder, or sprawled out on top of you, sleeping to the sound of your heartbeat.
>Enjoy sparring sessions to help you improve, and flashes a grin if she sees sharp improvement. If play fighting she'll just pin you and kiss you forehead, smiling mischievously as you fail to dismount her.
>She doesn't dream often, I figure. On the rare chance she does, she dreams of being able to fly, and talking to animals. But even rarer than that, Cass has nightmares. She dreams of blood, of broken chances, of wilted flowers and the talking dead.
>And in the middle of the night, she flinches awake, maybe with a sharp intake of air. Her memory doesn't come immediately. Her instincts tell her she's alone, as she always has been. In a barren concrete room, surrounded by the uncaring city.
>But then she hears soft breathing, and then feels the faint warmth of a body, and releases a breath she didn't know she was holding. Hands still trembling from residual fear, she turns to face them and scoots in, curling into them. Being with them, being warm, being able to smell them, know they're real and there, relaxes her, the nightmare already forgotten. Soon, she's back to sleep.
>But this time she's smiling.
