[Tartaglia only lets out an amused hum when she rightfully accuses him of being comfy, and he definitely isn't asleep. He picks his head up as she slips into the water, missing his chance to really get to see her in her full beauty, eyes opening to the view of a naked Lumine in the water that isn't clear enough to let him see anything he'd hoped for. When his mind wandered so far to think of her in this way, he's not sure- but it doesn't seem to matter, as more thoughts of how he can appreciate her filter in and push away any sense of self-reflection he has.
The Harbinger pushes himself up straight, revealing more of his bare upper chest, water sliding down it as he looks over to her, hunger growing in his gut with every second. The look of just her bare shoulders and arms is enticing enough, not realizing he's staring at her as she relaxes into the water. This was a good suggestion, now the two of them can completely let their concerns float away as they enjoy each other in the bath.
He quickly notes the things that she's laid out beside them, curious as to what she's all brought with her. But he first reaches out for the soap, flipping it in his hand once before dipping it into the water and scooting close enough to her to gently begin to rub it against the upper part of her shoulder blade.]
I can help with that, if you'd like. Sit yourself up a little more, won't you? And turn so I have a better angle.
[Though she said she'd wash his back, he doesn't mind spoiling her a little first, slowly running the bar across her skin until enough soap has formed for him to set it to the side and use his hands to spread it across the back of her neck and shoulders.]
I think we've more than earned this spot of relaxation.
[But why they did is slipping his mind, and he's not even concerned with the reason anyhow. It's as if a warm, inviting presence is settling deeper into his mind, something that feels like it belongs there, and he welcomes it without knowing what it is.]
Tell me how this feels, comrade. I can work those knots out of your shoulders too.
oh my god what did she make
The Harbinger pushes himself up straight, revealing more of his bare upper chest, water sliding down it as he looks over to her, hunger growing in his gut with every second. The look of just her bare shoulders and arms is enticing enough, not realizing he's staring at her as she relaxes into the water. This was a good suggestion, now the two of them can completely let their concerns float away as they enjoy each other in the bath.
He quickly notes the things that she's laid out beside them, curious as to what she's all brought with her. But he first reaches out for the soap, flipping it in his hand once before dipping it into the water and scooting close enough to her to gently begin to rub it against the upper part of her shoulder blade.]
I can help with that, if you'd like. Sit yourself up a little more, won't you? And turn so I have a better angle.
[Though she said she'd wash his back, he doesn't mind spoiling her a little first, slowly running the bar across her skin until enough soap has formed for him to set it to the side and use his hands to spread it across the back of her neck and shoulders.]
I think we've more than earned this spot of relaxation.
[But why they did is slipping his mind, and he's not even concerned with the reason anyhow. It's as if a warm, inviting presence is settling deeper into his mind, something that feels like it belongs there, and he welcomes it without knowing what it is.]
Tell me how this feels, comrade. I can work those knots out of your shoulders too.