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.”
"I love you as you are. I wouldn't want you to be a whole different man," she tells him, smiling before tipping his head up so she can scrub his neck. She likes seeing his throat.
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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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“I wish confidence came easily in all things. I would be a different man, I think.”
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