Her nose presses against his cheek. She knows the joke, it's a silly one, and she very much approves of the lightness. Smiling back at their reflections in the mirror, her heart swells, and she is once more hit by that same depth of feeling. She really does love him.
With a kiss pressed to his cheek, she carefully, reluctantly pulls back out of his arms, turning to kiss him once more before she goes to collect her belongings for the promised bath.
"You go get comfortable. I'll be out some time in the next eight hours," she jokes, and twiddles her fingers at him in a wave before she heads back toward the bathroom again to see about drawing herself a hot bath while she rinses down.
The privacy is so nice. She can lock the door behind her, and take as long as she likes. She can indulge in the oils and powders and soaps that he'd gotten for her, enjoying her evening to the fullest. And it really takes no time at all for her to be able to do just that, first preparing for the bath, then climbing into it, clean and pleased to just take her time. She hums quietly under her breath as she goes about treating her hair and pinning it up off of her neck, noting not for the first time that it's started to get long enough that she could do just about anything she liked with it. She notes that her body has started to soften with the amount of food that she was now able to eat.
And she notes that now that she has the time, privacy, and the state of mind to enjoy it, that she can let her hands wander.
Water sloshes as her fingers find purchase, one foot propped up on the side of the clawfoot tub. She breathes quiet, but it picks up in increments, peppered with soft curses and breathless groans. She's earned this time to simply see to herself, as far as she's concerned. She's happy to be able to take the time and do it thoroughly.
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With a kiss pressed to his cheek, she carefully, reluctantly pulls back out of his arms, turning to kiss him once more before she goes to collect her belongings for the promised bath.
"You go get comfortable. I'll be out some time in the next eight hours," she jokes, and twiddles her fingers at him in a wave before she heads back toward the bathroom again to see about drawing herself a hot bath while she rinses down.
The privacy is so nice. She can lock the door behind her, and take as long as she likes. She can indulge in the oils and powders and soaps that he'd gotten for her, enjoying her evening to the fullest. And it really takes no time at all for her to be able to do just that, first preparing for the bath, then climbing into it, clean and pleased to just take her time. She hums quietly under her breath as she goes about treating her hair and pinning it up off of her neck, noting not for the first time that it's started to get long enough that she could do just about anything she liked with it. She notes that her body has started to soften with the amount of food that she was now able to eat.
And she notes that now that she has the time, privacy, and the state of mind to enjoy it, that she can let her hands wander.
Water sloshes as her fingers find purchase, one foot propped up on the side of the clawfoot tub. She breathes quiet, but it picks up in increments, peppered with soft curses and breathless groans. She's earned this time to simply see to herself, as far as she's concerned. She's happy to be able to take the time and do it thoroughly.