Sanguis Daemonium

15-Bagno caldo

She felt the water ripple as he quickly slipped into the tub, quick to put space between them as they sat on opposite sides of the tub. He didn't look at her for a moment, but when he did, he couldn't hide the look on his face. Flustered, so flustered. His tail bumped her leg accidentally.

"What are you doing?" She whispered.

"Getting a little closer, why are you whispering?" He whispered back.

"I don't know, why are you whispering." She whispered before breaking into a chuckle. And then he was upon her, tiny hand squirt gun thing, sending water her way.

"You-" she didn't finish the thought, instead, started doing it back at him, either one of them inching closer and closer before! Rain moved over her slightly, pressing a small peck to her forehead.

Mari was floored, puzzled, perplexed. And then her brain started working again and she exploded. Not literally. She pecked him on the cheek in vengeance, but also to share the mutual feeling. And then it was his turn to be floored. She got on her knees and got closer, taking his head in her hands and pressing kisses all over his face, exploring the new features with her lips.

Although Rain's heart was soaring and hammering, his mind was concerned. He knows what kisses are supposed to mean, but is it enough of a declaration? Even though she's straddling him and he's getting the loveliest form of attention he's had in a long time, he can't tell what exactly is happening.

His hands find hers and he squeezed his eyes shut. Mari settled on his thighs and Rain tilted his head up to meet her lips, only softly at first. Her hands tightened her grip on his and he deepened the kiss, adding their tongues to the fray. Mari felt him poke her, and not with his hands. She was surprised how quickly this turned sexual. How could it not? Both of them had felt these feelings for how long?

But it just wasn't the right time.

"I'm sorry." Rain whispered, "nothing is going to happen, not tonight at least." He said, suddenly stern.

"I agree. It's not good timing." Her breath fanned over he's face, "nothing has to happen."

Her tail swished in the water, causing subtle ripples, small waves. It's been a while since she could actually focus on the small details of living that brought her some peace. She was happy.

She sat back and opened her hands and closed them at Rain quickly and repeatedly.

Rain scrunched his face with confusion.

"I- what?" He nearly whispered.

"Gotta scrubby. We're in a bath and you're letting me use your bath, imma scrubby your scalp." She said almost blankly like that was a normal thing to say to someone with a very prominent boner.

He made a face like an internet cat meme and slinked his way over so that he was turned, tail tucked in and slouched with his broad back looking really comfy to lay on. It took all the power in Mari's body not to aggressively rub her face all over his skin.

She grabbed the closest hair soap and lathered up her hands and began working the soap into his scalp with the tips of her fingers. Rain relaxed completely and nodded with the motion of her fingers. He sighed with a small noise and he even let her get down to the back of his head where his hair met neck. And then she stopped.

He could feel her messing with his hair somehow but he couldn't decide what she was doing. Her hands skillfully manipulated his hair into a Mohawk which also revealed his shaved down horns. They looked well groomed but itchy. She couldn't imagine filing down her precious keratin spikes.

"There! Now you look punkish and spiffy." She said, very pleased with herself. He got out of the tub and peered in the mirror while simultaneously hiding his softening pp(let me have my humor).

His body glistened and the stark leds only accentuated the subtle curvature of each angle, muscle, and shape of his form. He looked over unamused.

"Spiffy?" He asked.

"Spunkiffy?" Mari offered.

"Definitely not." He chuckled to himself and bent himself over the tub's lip and rinsed his hair clean.

"Your turn!" He grinned wickedly.

He managed to outdo her Mohawk with a regal and old looking hairstyle like in those Bridgeton or something shows.

"Is that spiffy?" He motioned with the handheld mirror.

"Very!" Mari began posing with exaggerated elegance.

"I'd take a photo if you weren't naked. It's my finest hair work." He said almost painfully. His pride, forever to be known between just the two of them. It was most satisfying that she enjoyed it, at least to Rain.

He suddenly and rudely turned on the shower head and announced in his most godly voice;

"The Flood!" He laughed evilly and watched Mari shut her eyes and bathe in the icy water.

He shut it off when the suds were gone.

Mari made an angry pout before Rain handed her a towel. He dried his hair like a ferocious wet dog in a bag and replaced his mask and undies.

Mari slipped on a big shirt and hung up her towel. She walked up to him and pressed a kiss to his mask before beckoning for him to follow to the livingroom to watch some spungboob(please I know deep down I'm funny). He spooned her with easy, supplying her comfort and warmth, yet they're still wearing as little clothes as possible. Neither one cared. They were comfortable and sleepy from a hot bath.