[ dryly: ] Ah, yes, I could see how you would think that.
[ She takes his hand for support and steps into the tub, unable to help the little sigh of relief as the warm water soothes her aching muscles ] Oh, this is heavenly.
[ He steps in, finally, and-- yeah, okay, it does feel nice. Hot water at long last.
(His own scrubbing session from the night before was quick and clinical -- a basin and a few washcloths. Scrub off the blood and dirt, leave as little of it behind as possible.)
So-- this is nice, but. He's sort of at a loss as to what to do now. ]
[ She can feel his eagerness, and it's taking a great force of will not to reciprocate and send them both spiraling into a frenzy like the last time. Instead, he zeroes in on his nervousness, tilting her head at him.
The motion is distinctly less bird-like, and definitely more human. ]
[ he nods once before he closes the short distance between them, lips pressing against her throat. Still gentle and tentative, if only because he's slightly self-conscious now. His hands move from her hips, on raising to cup her cheek (sorry to get your hair wet, Maya) , the other resting at her waist. ]
[ She tilts her head back to give him better access, eyes falling closed. Really, she's not too worried about her hair getting wet, and instead revels in the feel of his skin on hers.
She's keeping herself in check, though, even as she gives a murmur of approval and drags her hands over his chest. She wants them both to enjoy this, not go totally crazy like the last time. (Not as though that wasn't enjoyable, but sometimes it's better to take things slow.) ]
[ after yesterday's chaos, taking it slow is probably the best bet -- it's certainly Peter's plan, at any rate; he seems dead set on acquainting himself with the curve of her waist, the slant of her shoulder, the feel of her skin.
(Although a part of him definitely wants to just take her, because he aches, but he can wait. He can be patient, when he needs to be.)
His fingers brush against the newly formed skin on her back, and he pauses, glancing up at her. ]
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I hope you're not planning on hopping in there while you're still half-dressed.
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Oh, and thanks for not ripping my shirt this time. [ Yep, he's full-on smirking this time. ]
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You're not going to let me live that one down, are you?
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[ He's holding out a hand to help her in. ]
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[ She takes his hand for support and steps into the tub, unable to help the little sigh of relief as the warm water soothes her aching muscles ] Oh, this is heavenly.
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Should I give you and the hot water some privacy?
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[ and she just sort of pouts, sinking down into the water until it covers half her face and she blows pouty little bubbles at him ]
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Because he laughs. ]
I mean, I can come back later, if you want. I don't mind.
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Just get in here already.
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(His own scrubbing session from the night before was quick and clinical -- a basin and a few washcloths. Scrub off the blood and dirt, leave as little of it behind as possible.)
So-- this is nice, but. He's sort of at a loss as to what to do now. ]
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Nice of you to join me.
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UH.
HI.
His hands settle on her hips, and he swallows, a weird mix of nervous and eager. ]
Figured you might get a little too lonely in here.
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The motion is distinctly less bird-like, and definitely more human. ]
Why are you nervous?
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Just-- new territory, is all.
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We can take it slowly, if you'd prefer.
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If that means you basically torture me like this, then no thanks.
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Very well, then. You set the pace.
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She's keeping herself in check, though, even as she gives a murmur of approval and drags her hands over his chest. She wants them both to enjoy this, not go totally crazy like the last time. (Not as though that wasn't enjoyable, but sometimes it's better to take things slow.) ]
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(Although a part of him definitely wants to just take her, because he aches, but he can wait. He can be patient, when he needs to be.)
His fingers brush against the newly formed skin on her back, and he pauses, glancing up at her. ]
Sure this is okay?
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It's fine. It doesn't hurt.
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