ZEPH
you have a happy personality with a heavy soul
Your ass is cold, but you don't mind in the least because the rest of you is warm - both inside and out. Contentment practically radiates off of you in waves, your lips brushing lightly on her exposed skin, a grumbled half-hearted protest leaving you as she suggests you get up. You hold her tight a moment before letting her stand, trying to communicate ok but you aren't getting away from me that easy in a simple squeeze, and then you take her hand and stand, grabbing the bottle as you do.
"Here. Turn around," you instruct, handing Vai the (slightly watered-down) whiskey and gently spinning her away with you. A washcloth hangs from a peg on the wall, and you take this and a bar of soap, rubbing gently over her back in circles of white lather. With a great deal of care and attention you caress her shoulders, letting the cloth travel down between her scapulae, paying heed to anywhere she seems to particularly enjoy. Yeah, you're the one who's filthy with sand and salt, but you need this. The simple act of cleaning her, caressing her, showing how much you care-
Of being allowed to care again. It's a fucking high unlike anything else you've tried to use to fill that void.
"Here. Turn around," you instruct, handing Vai the (slightly watered-down) whiskey and gently spinning her away with you. A washcloth hangs from a peg on the wall, and you take this and a bar of soap, rubbing gently over her back in circles of white lather. With a great deal of care and attention you caress her shoulders, letting the cloth travel down between her scapulae, paying heed to anywhere she seems to particularly enjoy. Yeah, you're the one who's filthy with sand and salt, but you need this. The simple act of cleaning her, caressing her, showing how much you care-
Of being allowed to care again. It's a fucking high unlike anything else you've tried to use to fill that void.
sometimes, it gets weird
