Clive chuckles under his breath even as he jumps, and he follows her the few steps across the bathroom just to continue to be near. And, he supposes, he should finish getting his pants and socks off.
He hums under his breath, then remembering he has to get his trousers off over it. He leans a shoulder against the wall so he can lift some weight off that foot and peel the leather over the wound. In the stark light of the bathroom, it looks worse than he thought. Not too deep, just a long slash through a thin layer of fat. No sliver of muscle peeking through.
"It could use a good bandaging, but no stitches," he says. "It should be quick."
It's usually difficult not to kiss him, but the filth around his mouth is a good deterrent. She moves his head from one hand to the other as she wipes his skin clean, smiling at how handsome he is, and how entirely hers he is.
It’s soothing to be held by her, and it calms the growing need to be by her, to be in her, to press himself so close to her they might become one. He hums.
“I have an idea,” he says. “I hope you’ll like it.”
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“Bigger washing machine in a bigger house, then?”
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"I might enjoy scrubbing your skin from your flesh. You might, too. Only one way to find out."
As she heads back to the tub to turn on the faucet, she gives his bottom a smack.
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"I would be fleshless for you."
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"No, thank you," she says. "I will do my best to be gentle. Especially with your thigh. I still want to look at it."
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"It could use a good bandaging, but no stitches," he says. "It should be quick."
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"You think it will be fine in the water?"
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"Bath. I need you clean."
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“In the tub, then.”
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“Will we refresh it before you join me, then?”
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"I will. Of course," she smiles. "You've gotten me filthy, too."
Just not nearly as bad as he is.
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“I’ll buy you a new dress,” he promises.
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“Are there any rules?”
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"Rules? I wasn't aware I needed them. Should there be?"
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She smiles as she wipes his face, thorough and careful around his eyes. His scar and beard require a little more attention.
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"I'll bring you something. I promise."
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"Oh, a promise. Now I'm excited."
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“I have an idea,” he says. “I hope you’ll like it.”
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"I'm sure I will. You know me. I think," she adds playfully.
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“I should hope so,” he says. “I know where not to tread… I hope.”
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