Crazy In Love | Buggy

f i f t y - t h r e e

[content warning: smut]

I grabbed a hold of the sponge, which had seen better days, and poured a good amount of soap on it. Buggy was pretty dirty looking, so I wanted to make sure he was really clean.

After I lathered it up, I began to clean him. I moved in closer to him, still trying to be careful not to expose my chest to him, and began to rub the sponge all over. I wanted to both be gentle, but also to get all the dirt and sweat off.

"I'm not going too hard, am I?"

Buggy smiled at me, warmly. "I'm not going to break, you know. You can scrub as hard as you want."

I nodded at that, increasing the pressure that I was using. I scrubbed all over his chest, taking the view in. It had just the right amount of chest hair, it was strong too. I moved the sponge all the way up to his neck.

He grabbed his hair when I did that, moving it out of my way. I wondered if he'd allow me to wash that, too. For some reason, I really wanted to. I liked caring for him.

"Can I wash your face?" He was silent. "Do you still not want me to see you without your make-up? You know, I did see you barefaced when you had hypothermia."

"And I saw your chest then, too." I knew the point he was making. Without thinking, I lowered my legs and let him see my chest. Immediately, he shut his eyes. "Betty, I wasn't trying to push you to do something you don't want to -"

"No, it's fine, I just... I want you to see me." I took a hold of his hand that was covering his eyes. Lowering it. Underneath it, he still had his eyes shut. "You can look."

His eyes fluttered open, locking onto my chest. He got this big smile across his face, which caused me to smile, too. He took his time to take in the sight.

The scar that I had - the one I'd gotten from being slashed by his clown, had healed well, but I was still self conscious about it at times. But when Buggy looked at me, it was as if he didn't even see it. He looked at me, at my chest, as if it was the most amazing sight he had ever seen.

"You can wash my face if you want," He finally whispered, after about thirty seconds of just staring at me.

"I don't want to push you either. If you don't want me to see you without make-up, that's totally okay."

"I want you to. I want you to see me naturally. I just... my nose..."

"I've already seen your nose. It doesn't bother me - not in the slightest."

He gave me this smile, this soft smile. He was just so beautiful that it sometimes felt like I was frozen by it. Finally, I managed to move myself from my spot.

When I moved closer to him, he reached his arms out, grabbing onto my waist and pulling me in even closer to him. My face flushed at the action - we were only about an inch off of touching one another, my legs were over his.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes," I said, and I meant it.

I dunked the sponge into the water, then lifted it to his face. As delicately as I could manage, I washed his face. I started around his mouth, the sponge quickly being dyed red as I removed the make-up.