[no way, she is not letting herself get pruny and wrinkly. an hour tops and that's if she zones out mid-massage!
...which is fine, since she's tending to him first. careful kisses and caresses on that abused skin of his, attentive to those twitches and shivers for signs of secret pain. she becomes very aware of the effect on that major scar, on the back of his neck, and it might be a bit rude of her to bid him wait. he gets his vengeance when they switch spots anyway, though she hardly thinks it such herself.
she is true to her word, though: where he roams is where she wants him to, and that's why they're there longer than she'd have had.]
It's alright. I promise. I love you.
[tender reassurances after tears crop up in the later hours. she knows neither of them are upset with each other - it's just...there's been a lot. too much. he's been beat down by too much, and it's all she can do to kiss at those tears and hold him tighter.
if she could, she'd erase that pain with her own hands, but she knows better. she wouldn't ask him to do likewise for her; it's better to just know that he would.]
[the weight of his body on hers is security, and his head on her breast is consolation. she threads the fingers of one hand through his freshly-dried hair (spikes akimbo, as ever) while her other is lost laced with his larger, more calloused hand, and for a while there, that press of weight feels more natural than breathing alone.
she can't help but laugh a little when she hears a sigh, so relieved to hear it and feel the loss of tension in that body.]
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...which is fine, since she's tending to him first. careful kisses and caresses on that abused skin of his, attentive to those twitches and shivers for signs of secret pain. she becomes very aware of the effect on that major scar, on the back of his neck, and it might be a bit rude of her to bid him wait. he gets his vengeance when they switch spots anyway, though she hardly thinks it such herself.
she is true to her word, though: where he roams is where she wants him to, and that's why they're there longer than she'd have had.]
It's alright. I promise. I love you.
[tender reassurances after tears crop up in the later hours. she knows neither of them are upset with each other - it's just...there's been a lot. too much. he's been beat down by too much, and it's all she can do to kiss at those tears and hold him tighter.
if she could, she'd erase that pain with her own hands, but she knows better. she wouldn't ask him to do likewise for her; it's better to just know that he would.]
[the weight of his body on hers is security, and his head on her breast is consolation. she threads the fingers of one hand through his freshly-dried hair (spikes akimbo, as ever) while her other is lost laced with his larger, more calloused hand, and for a while there, that press of weight feels more natural than breathing alone.
she can't help but laugh a little when she hears a sigh, so relieved to hear it and feel the loss of tension in that body.]
Better, I take it?