The Spark That Never Dies Part: One

Chapter Eighteen

"Mm?"

"I asked if you wanted to take a shower with me." She chuckled, softly pushing the hair out of the way, admiring your blissed-out face.

"If I ever say 'no' to that question," You lazily opened your eyes, peering into her green ones, "Just murder me. Right then and there."

She laughed, kissing your sweat glistened forehead, and then helped you up. She cocked an eyebrow at your boot, silently asking how that'd work, and you waved her off.

"Waterproof?" She asked as she led you into the bathroom.

"Yeah." You sighed, still dorkily smiling after her as she ran the water, putting her hand under it and nodding when it was a good temperature.

She stepped in first and turned around to help you in. You stepped inside easily, having done this a million times since you got this thing on your leg, and she squeezed some body wash onto a loofah.

"Just realized this is the first time I've been in your bathr – oh." You cut yourself off with a moan when she started massaging your shoulders after carefully turning you around.

"And I don't just let anybody in here." She whispered into your ear hotly.

You were melting under her soft touches and the small, light kisses she'd leave behind when she finished a spot.

"I must've earned the privilege, then." You smirked and she turned you back around to face her, placing a chaste kiss on your mouth.

"I'd say you've more than earned it." She smiled, looking at you through her lashes which just got you heated all over again.

You bit your lip and she eyed it only for a second before kissing it away.

"You always do that." You pointed out with a laugh.

"Hard to stand the sight if I'm being honest," She smirked, "When you...do that," You could practically see her shudder under the thought which of course gave you evil ideas, "It makes me want to do what we just did in there all over again."

"And that's a bad thing?" You whispered, kissing her cheek.

She cocked an eyebrow before starting to wash over your chest. Trying to cover your winces when she scrubbed over a bruise that she left behind, you soon realized it was no use because she's a trained assassin who can easily pick up on body language. She smiled apologetically and then crouched down to kiss the bruises gently after washing them clean.

"I'll be more gentle next time." She promised in a whisper when you hissed over a bite mark.

"No," You shook your head, bringing her back up to face you, "I loved it."

"What about," She washed over your center, where she knew was the most sensitive, "Here?"

"Still no." You breathed, pulling her into a kiss, and when you broke apart, you took a washcloth, putting some body wash on it, "Your turn."

You took your time, washing every inch you could reach slowly and with delicate touches, worshipping her. Most of the time she kept her eyes closed, relishing in the feeling, and you took pride on how you could make the deadliest assassin in the world melt into the palm of your hand. She took in a sharp breath when you suddenly nipped on her shoulder, surprised by the action, but smiled when she saw you lacing her with the lightest of kisses. You didn't turn her around like she did you, but instead pressed your chest against hers, and wrapped your arms around her to reach behind the redhead. Your lips ghosted over hers as you went further down and when you reached the end of the curve in her back, she pressed a searing kiss to your lips. Smiling into it, you finished up, making sure to keep your lips together the entire time.