Mein Liebling

Untitled Part 31

Edward kicks off his boots and shrugs out of his vest, stretching his arms wide and popping his head side to side as he walks toward the bathroom, calling over his shoulder along the way, "Coming, liebling?"

Snapping back to reality, you trail after him, following the line of discarded clothing in his wake.

He tests the water before shedding the last layer to step inside the shower, holding the door open as you quickly undress to join him. "Is everyzhing alright, meine love?"

You nod softly, offering a small smile as you slide your arms around his waist and rest your forehead against his, closing your eyes and enjoying the heat cascading down your skin as he backs you into the stream of water. Inhaling with a hiss, his entire body stiffens briefly, squeezing you tighter and making you chuckle.

"Still not a fan of the hot water?"

"Nein," he mutters, his voice straining along with the vein in neck. "I do not zhink I vill ever get used to it, zhough... I zhink you are vorth zhe shcalding, liebling."

Rolling your eyes, you lean your head back to run your fingers through your hair underneath the water. "I would hardly call it scalding," you reach for the shampoo, "I think you're just being a bit dramatic."

"Dramatic?" He chuckles. "Me?" His hands slide down your sides to rest at your lower back and hip, keeping you flush against him. A small pool of water collecting between your bodies where your chest meets his catching his attention. "You vords vound me, liebling."

You open your eyes after rinsing the lather, expecting to meet his, but seeing only his lower lip drawn between his teeth as he takes in every inch of your bare skin. Clearing your throat playfully does the trick. His eyes dart up, his lower lip slowly sliding out as it pulls tight in a sly smirk.

"If I didn't know any better," you tilt your head and quirk a brow, "I'd think you were ogling me there, doctor."

One of his brows twitch slightly, his smirk broadening, the creases along the edges of his mouth deepening further. "Doctor, hm?"

Rolling your eyes again, you spin to shift him underneath the water, "That's what you are, isn't it?" Your fingers trail up through the back of his hair, lathering the shampoo and massaging his scalp.

He leans into your touch, "Ja, but maybe I just like hearing you shay it."

"Say that you're a doctor?"

Shutting his eyes, he leans his head back and lifts his hands to rinse himself, "You know vhat I mean." He leans further back, getting the last suds out and exposing his torso entirely. Running a hand down over his face, he straightens, his abs contracting with a soft chuckle as he feels your hands trailing along his skin. "Und veren't you just accusing ME of ogling?"

"I'm not ogling," you flatten your hand along his abs, sliding your hand up his chest, "I'm fondling, doctor; there's a difference."

"You are testing me, liebling." His hands caress your face along your jaw, pressing a light kiss to your lips. "But, I zhink we have shomezhing to discuss before we get too... enthusiashtic... ja?"

You nod slowly. The entire day had been leading up to this, and yet, you still have no idea what to say to him, or what to expect as his response.

Both of you dry and dress, him in a pair of sweatpants, and you in an oversized shirt; together, you make one pajama set!

The thought brings a small grin to your face, but you shake it off and sit on the bed next to Edward, getting situated for what is sure to be one of the hardest talks of your entire life... This isn't a time for humor.