Me too, [ she murmurs against his shoulder. She is glad she told him, that he knows even if he would have probably figured it out some night sooner rather than later. She hugs him a bit longer before she moves to give him one last squeeze. She pulls back some, a gentle, shy smile on her face as she reaches for and offers him the shower gel from a nearby cubby.]
[ He takes the bottle, a bit of that awkwardness creeping back. How do they do this? Are they supposed to wash separately or soap each other up in some kind of sexy washing ritual? He has no idea and that's probably obvious by the hesitation that lingers even as he squeezes some shower gel out in his hand, lathering it up to buy some time. ]
[ Betty doesn't really know either. In the movies or TV, the couples always wash each other. She looks at him sheepishly before she takes the body wash and adds some to her own hands before she starts cleaning herself, although once she gets a good lather up, she playfully swipes one hand down his chest, getting it soapy.]
[ He's so lucky that she's decisive about these things - there's a lot he can do but new aspects of relationship stuff will probably be awkward for awhile yet. There's a rush to the way he washes himself, like you do when you don't have free reign of the bathroom and also not a ton of hot water. That is, until she distracts him with her soapy hand. ]
Hey! [ He laughs, reaches out to catch her at the waist. ]
[ This bathroom is now as much his as it is hers and the hot water is not likely to run out in a magic house. She laughs breathlessly when he catches her at the waist, her other soapy hand moving to draw a line of soap along his cheek before she steals a kiss.]
[ Okay, he can get into this, especially when she says things like that, in that tone of voice. He feels a shiver run down his spine, hands moving further down to the small of her back. ]
[ A smile curves her lips just before they press to his again and her hands slide along his chest and over his sides, trying to lather up the soap as best she can, but letting her hands move slowly.]
[ He kisses her back, heat sparking up and can you blame him? They're naked in a shower together, skin to skin, free to do whatever they want, of course some excitement will creep back. His fingers curl against her back before spreading flat again, moving up to her shoulderblades. ]
[ There's no blame to be had, he's a healthy young man with his very naked girlfriend in a shower. She feels heated herself, although a part of that is the warm water and steam. She kisses him a little longer before she pulls him back under the spray, to rinse him off.]
[ He follows along, ducking his head so as to not get sprayed right in the face which of course means his hair gets in his face instead. All these little things that he's never thought about on his lonesome, but now stick out sharply in his mind - how much does he look like a drowned rat right now?
He lifts his head a bit, giving her a lopsided smile before kissing her again. ]
[ On the contrary, she thinks he looks really appealing with his hair in his face, a mess with water run off his skin. She kisses him back after giving him a grin of her own. Her arms wrap around his torso, hands smoothing up his back. And when she has to breathe, she whispers into his mouth.]
It was both of ours, [ In a way. She takes one of the towels and does the same, working at getting her hair a lot less damp before she gets to her body. Once she's done, she wraps the towel around herself, giving one brief towards her vanity where she usually does her whole beauty routine. She can skip it for one night, it didn't seem so important as just laying in bed with him. So she heads towards the bedroom, glancing back at him, trusting that he'll follow.]
See? Doubly good. [ He does follow her once he's sufficiently dry, towel wrapped loosely around his waist, stifling a yawn. It's been a long day and it's starting to take its toll. Crawling into bed for cuddles seems like an excellent end to it. ]
[ Once she reaches the bed, she looks at him with an expression that is half mischevious and half sheepish. She pulls the towel from her body, giving herself one last dry off before she tosses it in the direction of the laundry hamper nearby and she climbs back into the bed.
She gets beneath all the covers, feeling a jittery sort of excitement at the idea that he'll be here when she wakes up.]
[ Of course he looks - that seems to be her intention anyway so it should be fine? There's a brief moment when he's caught up in the moment and then he shakes out of it, lets his towel join hers in the hamper before joining her in bed. ]
Exhausted, [ and a little sore. But she's not about to tell him that. She simply smiles at him, settling against the pillows, waiting for him to get comfortable himself. Then snuggles can be had.] It was all perfect.
[ He stretches out under the covers with a little groan and a sigh. Long day was long and he can't wait to get out of the waiter game so he doesn't have to spend all day on his feet - more power to those who can, honestly. ]
You'll hear no complaints from me. [ He rolls over to reach for her. Let's get comfortable and eventually sleep. ]
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Shall we?
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[ He takes the bottle, a bit of that awkwardness creeping back. How do they do this? Are they supposed to wash separately or soap each other up in some kind of sexy washing ritual? He has no idea and that's probably obvious by the hesitation that lingers even as he squeezes some shower gel out in his hand, lathering it up to buy some time. ]
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Hey! [ He laughs, reaches out to catch her at the waist. ]
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You were moving too fast.
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I can go slower, if you want me to.
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It's better to take your time.
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He lifts his head a bit, giving her a lopsided smile before kissing her again. ]
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I love you.
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She gets beneath all the covers, feeling a jittery sort of excitement at the idea that he'll be here when she wakes up.]
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Tired?
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You'll hear no complaints from me. [ He rolls over to reach for her. Let's get comfortable and eventually sleep. ]
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