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SORRY FOR THE LONG DELAY HEHE!!! this chapter was originally one big one, but has since been split into two chapters, and then mushed back together into one. HAPPY 420!!! next chapter probably gonna b coming in the next few days bc its already basically done
THANK U ALL FOR THE SUPPORT! its a long one ;) enjoy!
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THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. For the sake of your own emotional well-being, you had sworn off intimacy – not including sex, of course – with Wakasa until further notice. Non-sexual intimacy was dangerous territory for a hopeless romantic, and you knew that. This little hot fling the two of you had would turn serious real quick. The two of you were supposed to be drinking tea together – well, actually, you had sent Waka off to take a shower. Alone. Yet, somewhere along the way, one thing had led to another, and the next thing you knew your clothes had disappeared and the two of you were pressed against one another beneath the hot water. He had been placing a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses on your damp skin, bringing his arms around your bare waist.
So much for the whole no-intimacy thing.
Wakasa kissed your lips. He pulled back, licking his own, then he reached for one of the bottles on the shelf next to the two of you. Double-checking that it was shampoo, he poured some into his palm. He gave it a quick lather before smearing it over your hair. His hands – skilled, strong – worked the shampoo into your scalp, massaging your skin in a way that had your eyes fluttering shut.
He reached behind your ears. "Tilt your head back, baby," He told you.
For some reason, you obliged, letting him tilt your head back beneath the waterfall. His fingers scrubbed the tender skin of your temple. The warm water washed away the shampoo residue in your hair and on your scalp.
His touch was so gentle, like he was afraid to hurt you.
How did we get here? You wondered.
"The bathroom is gonna be the first door on the right," you sighed, dropping a stack of neatly folded clothes and towels into his hand. "Holler if you need anything."
Wakasa pursed his lips. He set the towels down on the table, keeping his eyes trained on you. He made no sudden move to go to the bathroom. Instead, he brushed your hair out of your face with a gentle hand.
"Might I request you join me, princess?" He hummed.
You felt your face burn.
Wakasa kissed your forehead, squeezing the rest of the shampoo out of your hair.
