The way she fits in his arms is oddly comforting. It's lovely to wrap around her, and gratifying the way she relaxes in his hold.
"Noted," he promises as she nuzzles against him, voice strained once more. That invitation means so much to him, and he hopes she knows that. "And thank you."
She adjusts against him and he shifts to accommodate. He has absolutely no desire to move from this position, though the water will grow cold and their skin wrinkled. Her suggestion of bed is probably wise, and with any luck, the worst of these hard feelings will slide down the drain with the water.
"Can't go to bed covered in soap," he murmurs, not quite ready to move yet. He gently laps the warm water over her, smoothing it down each time before sighing, pulling her close one more time and pressing kisses into her hair. "Alright. Bed."
Releasing her reluctantly, he lets her shift before dunking under the water one last time, then stands from the bath, larger reach allowing him to pull towels for the both of them, cold air already sending goosebumps over him. That's fine. He wants it cold enough to hold her all night.
Stepping out of the bath, he towels off enough he's not sopping, then turns back to her, smile real this time. "You look more like yourself," he says, low and affectionate, brushing her face with his hand. Her skin is flushed from the bath, and while she looks tired, she doesn't look as drained and sharp as she had when they started. He wraps an arm around her back, pulling her in to kiss her again, bending down so she doesn't have to strain to meet him.
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Date: 2022-11-12 10:50 pm (UTC)"Noted," he promises as she nuzzles against him, voice strained once more. That invitation means so much to him, and he hopes she knows that. "And thank you."
She adjusts against him and he shifts to accommodate. He has absolutely no desire to move from this position, though the water will grow cold and their skin wrinkled. Her suggestion of bed is probably wise, and with any luck, the worst of these hard feelings will slide down the drain with the water.
"Can't go to bed covered in soap," he murmurs, not quite ready to move yet. He gently laps the warm water over her, smoothing it down each time before sighing, pulling her close one more time and pressing kisses into her hair. "Alright. Bed."
Releasing her reluctantly, he lets her shift before dunking under the water one last time, then stands from the bath, larger reach allowing him to pull towels for the both of them, cold air already sending goosebumps over him. That's fine. He wants it cold enough to hold her all night.
Stepping out of the bath, he towels off enough he's not sopping, then turns back to her, smile real this time. "You look more like yourself," he says, low and affectionate, brushing her face with his hand. Her skin is flushed from the bath, and while she looks tired, she doesn't look as drained and sharp as she had when they started. He wraps an arm around her back, pulling her in to kiss her again, bending down so she doesn't have to strain to meet him.