[She turns and takes her own soap - this one with a very light scent, because if she's not hunting, she needs to fake it - and gets up a nice lather, and moves her hands on her skin, starting at her wrists then up]
You could get clean and then just fuck me, and we'll both be happy.
She's not a child. Eventually she has to figure out that I'm not just a cheap alternate to an electric blanket.
[some irony, as it's chilly out of the water. His hands traces over the lines of her body and (for warmth) lift her against him. One set of wet footprints are better than two.
And it's nice, sometimes, to be the one doing the carrying.]
[He catches his elbow against the doorframe on the turn into his room, sucking a breath between his teeth, it's an opportunity to press her back against it.]
[Still finding places to kiss. He catches the water droplets still clinging to her throat, running from her hair.]
I'd like you more covered from neck to ankle at all times. [Yes, Saya. Sarcasm.] I don't like you being ill. why do you think they don't let doctors treat people they have personal relationships with?
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[And she's under the spray of water, soaked in an instant.]
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Nothing happened. He didn't come near me.
[Because it's just clicked what 'he didn't touch you' could have meant.
He moves under the spray, tipping his head back and shaking the water from his hair before looking across at her from under matted blond.]
Do I smell better yet?
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Yes.
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Tease.
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You could get clean and then just fuck me, and we'll both be happy.
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Or, you could get the shower gel in my bathroom. I'd smell more like myself.
[How this is possible, don't ask.]
And then you could smell like me for a while, too.
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We'll track water all over the warehouse.
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Water dries.
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[Because you know, Rosella would be scandalized.]
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How much of an idea do you think she has?
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[She's lets him move her, her fingers curling in the short hairs at the nape of his neck]
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[some irony, as it's chilly out of the water. His hands traces over the lines of her body and (for warmth) lift her against him. One set of wet footprints are better than two.
And it's nice, sometimes, to be the one doing the carrying.]
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She can't even bring herself up to say virginity.
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I can't believe you've lived together this long.
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She's a good roommate, and no one thinks badly of someone who can live with her.
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I can't believe you've lived together this long without having an influence.
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[He catches his elbow against the doorframe on the turn into his room, sucking a breath between his teeth, it's an opportunity to press her back against it.]
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[She leans into him, finally, her head on his shoulder]
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Yes. I can't believe it's taken you this long to figure out.
[No, Saya, it's not.]
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[Still finding places to kiss. He catches the water droplets still clinging to her throat, running from her hair.]
I'd like you more covered from neck to ankle at all times. [Yes, Saya. Sarcasm.] I don't like you being ill. why do you think they don't let doctors treat people they have personal relationships with?
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I don't trust anyone else. It has to be you.
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