I don't know :/
I don't own anything.
Miley could tell she was upset. She could see that the tears had only dried recently, their slight trails only visible to searching eyes. There was no doubt in the brunette's mind that Lilly had gotten overwhelmed, the events of the past hour catching the young blonde off guard. She didn't blame Lilly for needing the fresh air; Tennessee had the greatest fresh air in the world, air that could cure even the most dishearten. It was something that Miley missed the most when she moved to Malibu.
"Shh Baby, everything is gonna be fine," Miley cooed upon resting her forehead against her girlfriend's.
"I'm sorry I just can't control it sometimes…it's just so hard," Lilly groaned knowing that she was allowing her past to take control of her but she simply couldn't help it. The raw anger was still coursing through her veins keeping her tenser than she'd ever like to be.
Miley let out a heavy sigh knowing that there was only one true way to help the distressed blonde. Her hand slide from Lilly's hip to her well toned stomach barely skimming over the small spans of exposed skin before letting her fingers slip underneath the fabric of her shirt. She let her fingers take a mind of their own as the stroked along Lilly's baby soft abdomen making no-nonsense patterns.
She watched at Lilly's eyes fluttered shut with a content smile gracing her previously pouty lips. "I love it when you do that," she nearly purred.
"I know." Miley couldn't contain her cheeky smile. "Who knew my girl liked belly rubs more than a tired hound after a huntin' trip."