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thesunandthesea2024-08-28 03:02 pm
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But there is a relief to the cool, damp cloth as it swipes over tender, sensitive skin. Flushed and heated, it makes a sigh slip that distracted from the knowledge of where he was touching, where he looked. But the cool, mixed with the tickling and the surety of his firm hands made something uncurl, different to before - this let the tension in her shoulders loosen, her spine uncurl as she laid back into the pillows. Her breathe turning rhythmic and slow, her legs slipping apart further more out of relaxation.
Even if it's broken up with little hitched sounds as he spreads her more intimately, his fingers teasing faintly. But it was hardly as demanding as before, just a pleasant by-product that she doesn't even bother to fight the sighs and little breathless murmurs. Or the barely noticed cant of her hips up into his touch again.
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When she starts making sounds and shifting, he pauses, looking up to her face.
"You alright? Hurt?"
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"Good. Well." She answers in a soft warmth in his tongue. "Can stop... maid... maid will tend."
Though that follows an unpleasant understanding. "Should... be up soon. Be... expected." More was the pity.
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Carefully unhooking her leg, he sets it back down gently with its mate. Sweeney starts to twist to standing; instead of rising straight up, he turns and bows to place a soft kiss on her belly, as if it was the head of their unborn child. With any luck, it soon will be.
He doesn't linger, just collects the rags into the basin and returns to the stand they'd been on. Then Sweeney goes to a wardrobe, and from among the hanging garments, he pulls on a long robe. He doesn't bother tying it yet, but it manages to cover many of his scars. Then he brings her one of her own, clearly meant for her, shorter and covered with swirls of white on blue.
Sweeney offers it without speaking on it further, leaving it to his smile to encourage her.
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Well, he certainly had every reason to be proud of himself, in any matter. She'd have to be blind to not see the figure he made.
But then he turns back to her with a robe that - could only be for her, and that sweet warmth bubbled up again in her belly. Not the desire, but something kinder, her eyes softened with a little oh, as she sat up to take it from him.
"Thanking... thanking you." Her very best attempt to say it in his tongue, this time. Gently she put her arms through it, and stood up to let it fall and wrap around her properly. "... like... like home."
He must have had it made weeks ago for her in preparation, and she could feel her heart warm again, the smile staying where it was.
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When the robe is over her shoulders, Sweeney takes the opportunity to fuss with it. It's not necessary, but it lets him feel like he's doting just a bit more, making things neat with his fingertips grazing the edges where skin and fabric meet. Never mind that his cock is left uncovered, though at least shadowed by the drape of heavy fabric. It's far more important that she be tied up securely so she can feel covered and safe when there are prying eyes once more. Sweeney's voice is soft.
"I want ya ta feel at home." He nods slightly as he squints for the words that he means in kind.
"My home, you are. Here." Is that right? Hm.
"Together. With me. Home."
Close enough.