Of course. I must admit that I have often wished for the opportunity to carry you, if only to give you a moment's rest. You deserve more than a moment, of course, and I would give that to you as well, if only I could. [ And for just a moment, a mischievous sort of look takes his face too, because a part of him would insist upon carrying her as she is, paying no heed to such things as drying off. But that is hardly practical, and so he puts that mischievous notion to the side.
And as always, her kiss sends chills up his spine and leaves him craving more. But there will be time enough for that. ]
Then the bed it is. But I must say at least one more time that you do not have to step into the role of healer tonight, unless it truly is your desire to do so. [ He has come to realize that the attention she gives him as healer is yet another expression of her love, and so he does not intend to rebuff her. He only wishes to make it plain that she does not have to do so at the cost of her own rest, and after that, her actions are hers to make. ]
As for what has transpired in your absence- so much has happened, and I wish for the time to relate all of it to you.
[ Quickly enough, they dry themselves off and make their way from the tub to the bed, with him doing as he said he would and carrying her the short distance there. Once she is seated on the bed and expresses her own wish, he looks at her with something akin to mild surprise. ]
You would? But of course. What is mine is yours, after all. [ He gestures to the nearby wardrobe, completing it with a small flourish at the end. ] Would you like to choose something, or should I do so for you?
[ But she is already beckoning to him to settle himself with his head in her lap as he has done numerous times before now, and he does not hesitate. Once he is positioned there, he cannot stop the sigh that leaves him. He has missed this more than he could put into words: just the simple act of lying there pillowed in her lap. He meant what he said earlier, that she does not have to act as healer tonight. The closeness they share is more than enough, and more than he could have hoped for.
As he lies there, he tilts his head upward slightly and his eyes search for hers. ]
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And as always, her kiss sends chills up his spine and leaves him craving more. But there will be time enough for that. ]
Then the bed it is. But I must say at least one more time that you do not have to step into the role of healer tonight, unless it truly is your desire to do so. [ He has come to realize that the attention she gives him as healer is yet another expression of her love, and so he does not intend to rebuff her. He only wishes to make it plain that she does not have to do so at the cost of her own rest, and after that, her actions are hers to make. ]
As for what has transpired in your absence- so much has happened, and I wish for the time to relate all of it to you.
[ Quickly enough, they dry themselves off and make their way from the tub to the bed, with him doing as he said he would and carrying her the short distance there. Once she is seated on the bed and expresses her own wish, he looks at her with something akin to mild surprise. ]
You would? But of course. What is mine is yours, after all. [ He gestures to the nearby wardrobe, completing it with a small flourish at the end. ] Would you like to choose something, or should I do so for you?
[ But she is already beckoning to him to settle himself with his head in her lap as he has done numerous times before now, and he does not hesitate. Once he is positioned there, he cannot stop the sigh that leaves him. He has missed this more than he could put into words: just the simple act of lying there pillowed in her lap. He meant what he said earlier, that she does not have to act as healer tonight. The closeness they share is more than enough, and more than he could have hoped for.
As he lies there, he tilts his head upward slightly and his eyes search for hers. ]
I love you, and I have missed you.