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[legellely]

[ she watches him move toward her, watches him study the bath bomb and take in its scent; it's adorable, really. she's going to answer him, of course. explain further what it's for, what it does, and what may be inside the chalky ball, but she doesn't get the chance right away.

his kiss is...breathtaking. makes her chest grow tight and the flutter in her stomach is hard to ignore. free of the bath bomb, elle slides her hands against his chest as they kiss, fingers catching here and there in his shirt.

there's a soft whine as he pulls away and elle slowly nods to answer his second question. she takes a deep breath, exhales, and collects herself. ]

The bath, yep. A nice, warm temperature is best. It fizzes and just floats around, but it has moisturizing and soothing ingredients, too. It's good for sore muscles.

[ pressing her lips together, still tingling from their kiss, elle pulls her coat off and hangs it neatly on a hook. there's not much under it, a soft pink nighty. a nice outfit isn't needed for what's to come. she toes her heels off and finally gives his room a once over. it really speaks to who he is and what she likes. she grins at the guitar and amp and nods. ]

That should be our next adventure.

[notscary]

[ suddenly, he really is wearing far too many clothes, isn't he? even if they are cozy, pajama pants leaving space for the inevitable way his cock starts to get hard. those soft lips of hers, how her hands pull at the fabric of his shirt. she can come over unannounced whenever she likes.

he nods at all of those details. important, and he wants to know them, but his focus is drawing toward her. how those aspects about bath bombs tumble out of her lovely lips he grows eagerer to kiss over and over again. eddie has to breathe to gather himself, too, watching as the nightie is revealed. once she's standing there, looking over his room, that's when he has to step in front of her. lets her speak first, smiling as he looks down at her body, both hands moving to pull her in by her waist, closer to him, face tilting to kiss her again. deeper this time. lingering, hum rumbling in his chest. can't help but angle his hips toward her, just so, fabric of his pants touching her skin, tongue tangling with hers.

when he pulls his face back, all of him, even his eyes, beam at elle. ]

I'll go on every adventure with you, babe.

[ another kiss, equally as deep, pulling her against his body, knowing she can certainly feel how stiff he's gotten. he groans into her mouth before he pulls his face back, grinning down. ]

Wanna help me run that bath?

[legellely]

[ somewhere between his kisses is a soft 'yes' in response to drawing the bath, preferring her mouth to be occupied with his. she likes moments like this, when desire, want, and attraction are natural. no aphrodisiacs, no meddling from the city, no strict orders.

maybe a little strict order of his name being on her list, but semantics. it could be very clinical. it could be a rushed hook-up. perhaps with someone she knew less, didn't feel connected with, it would be that.

he's entirely fascinating. from his talks of his home to his list of talents. the genuine sweetness mixed with the bad boy exterior. sometimes, she has a type.

thoughts circling as she's gently, playfully, pushing him along to the en suite, lips barely unlocking from his until she's fumbling for a switch, a knob, whatever runs the bathtub. she pulls her hand away, chuckling as they break apart. ]

I should have probably looked where everything was before trying to be so smooth. [ a coy grin before she does, indeed, start the water for them. seeing does help. she holds out her hand for the bath bomb before pulling it back. ]

You do the honors. I insist.