Alex stroked her hair and spoke to her softly, encouraging her to close her eyes and relax.
Carmen stroked his cheek again and Matthew went back for another try.
She stroked his cheek and kissed his forehead.
She stroked his hair and kissed his forehead, while tears coursed down her cheeks as well.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face and stroked her cheek.
He brushed the hair back from her face and stroked her cheek gently.
Again he stroked her cheek and bent his head.
I asked as I stroked my knife against her cheek.
He stroked her hair.
One of his thumbs stroked the small of her back as he thought.
Taking her face in his hands, his thumbs stroked the soft skin on her cheeks.
Of course, Katie wouldn't know about the way he stroked her cheek or brushed her lips with his in such a tantalizing way.
Elisabeth and Jackson hugged her from either side and Jackson stroked her hair.
He held her tightly and stroked her hair.
He stroked Carmen's hair.
He gently stroked her hair, his voice soft and close to her ear.
His free hand stroked her neck softly and slid down to the bodice of her blouse.
He stroked her hair while he rocked and crooned to her.
He lowered her gently to the bed and stroked her face.
"Poor Brutus," she said as she stroked his head.
He was quiet for a few moments and then he stroked her arms as he spoke.
He smiled down at her and stroked her hair as if she were still a child.
He stroked her cheek gently and leaned down, softly kissing her lips.
Xander stroked the cloak draped over his mother's arm.
If, for example, a knitting needle is stroked with the south pole of a magnet, the strokes being directed from the middle of the needle towards the two extremities alternately, the needle will acquire a north pole at each end and a south pole in the middle.
The other end of the sounder is stroked outwards with a damp cloth so as to make it sound its fundamental.
As the Princess held the white piglet in her arms and stroked its soft hair she said: Let Eureka out of the cage, for she is no longer a prisoner, but our good friend.
He stroked his chin.
(Marya Dmitrievna always called Natasha a Cossack) and she stroked the child's arm as she came up fearless and gay to kiss her hand.
And at every word he added: "But don't hurt my little horse!" and stroked the animal.