Crazy In Love | Buggy

f i f t y - f o u r

- content warning : smut -

We got out of the bath immediately. Buggy seemed to have regained a lot of energy - he was no longer relying on me for support. When he got out, I handed him a towel and watched as he dried himself.

I can't lie, that was a pretty great sight. As I dried myself, trying to be gentle around my scar. My attention started to drift towards him again, watching him as he dried himself.

"It's rude to stare, you know."

I quickly looked down. "Sorry, I just -"

"Don't apologise. I'm staring just as much at you," He told me, then, dropping his towel to the floor, approached me.

He cupped my face gently in his hands and kissed me, equally as gently. The kiss lasted for a whole minute, or more maybe. It was passionate and hungry, as all our kisses had been today.

When he pulled away from me, it took all of my strength not to grab him and kiss him again.

Unfortunately for us, I forgot to bring us a change of clothes - so we both had to wrap up in towels for the walk back to our room.

The storm that had been brewing was only getting worse. Waves of ice cold water were being flung onto the deck, almost knocking us over a couple of times.

By the time we got back to the bedroom, we were both soaking again. Even the towels wrapped around us had been completely drenched.

The second the bedroom door was shut, Buggy dropped his towels, leaving him naked. Seeing him like that would never get old. It was an amazing sight.

Following his lead, I allowed my towels to drop. Buggy froze in his spot, eyes locked onto me. I wished I could read his mind, know exactly what he was thinking.

Did he like the sight of me as much as I liked the sight of him? That felt impossible. But by the look on his face, he did. He had this grin, this wide grin that involved his entire face, spread wide.

"You're so fucking hot," He told me, finally breaking his gaze off of me.

He got out some dry towels from his cupboard, immediately coming over to dry me off.

"You should dry yourself first. You're the one recovering from hypothermia."

He didn't listen to me. He began to dry me, which was an oddly intimate experience. He was soft, like usual. That was especially true when he was drying my scar, tapping it gently.

Once he was done drying my body, he began to dry my hair, rubbing it fast but gently.

"Can I dry you?" I asked.

Although him drying me was an incredibly relaxing experience, I just couldn't relax as I watched how wet he was. His room was ice cold. My mind was going crazy, convinced he would get hypothermia once again.

"If you want," He told me, handing me an unused towel.

I tried to be as soft with him as he had been to me. I took my time, drying every inch of him.

When I got to his hair, it took a while. It was so long, all the way down to his hips. We lay down on the bed, me behind him and his back against my front. It drove my body wild to have us so close once again.

When I got to the hair at his scalp, he let out a soft moan. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on their ends.

"Feel good?"

"Amazing."

I repressed a smile at that. I liked doing simple things like this with him. We were like a real couple. In fact, I had never done anything like this before, even in my relationships. I loved it.