[ sometimes it's nice to have a little anticlimactic. good, she says, and that's it. no justification or run around thoughts, just acceptance on both their parts and a smile on his face as she kisses him again. ]
[ finalized with a roll of his eyes. ] This water is not cold.
[ but it's a neat way to segue into sitting back in the tub, catching his balance in a new way to peel his soaking shirt up and off. that was the easier part he realizes, faced with folded legs and a pair of pants. he climbs to his feet and shucks the rest of his clothes, dropping them into a pile on the tiled floor so they don't soak up the bathrug too. ]
[ it's a strange form of intimacy to sit back down in the tub with her, scars bared across his skin and only wanting to exist with her. he just... doesn't know where to go from here? he's never done this, sitting awkwardly in front of her with a crooked sort of smile. ] It's a good temperature, actually.
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[ finalized with a roll of his eyes. ] This water is not cold.
[ but it's a neat way to segue into sitting back in the tub, catching his balance in a new way to peel his soaking shirt up and off. that was the easier part he realizes, faced with folded legs and a pair of pants. he climbs to his feet and shucks the rest of his clothes, dropping them into a pile on the tiled floor so they don't soak up the bathrug too. ]
[ it's a strange form of intimacy to sit back down in the tub with her, scars bared across his skin and only wanting to exist with her. he just... doesn't know where to go from here? he's never done this, sitting awkwardly in front of her with a crooked sort of smile. ] It's a good temperature, actually.