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16.May.14, 12:38 AM
Alicona worked quickly, unaware J'tir had slipped from the pool to begin washing though she didn't miss the comment from his bronze. A small chuckle left her as she shook her head a little at the great beast's preening. Like rider, like dragon it seems, she thought to herself. There was much to mull over while washing his clothes and she did just that, going over the events from the beginning. Not only had she spilled her deepest hurt, but had found out that when confronted with the news he too had shared in the grief. He was a good man, that much was certainly clear now, more so than she had thought. The prospect of a future devoid of children had been shattered, and in the empty parts of her heart hope had begun to bloom again. Even if he didn't follow through with promises of helping her raise a child it wouldn't matter. It wasn't just a second chance. It was like starting again.
It was then that J'tir reappeared, taking the clothes from her and hanging them out to dry. As if reading her thoughts he pressed a finger to her lips, effectively silencing the protest before it could ever be voiced. Following his lead Ona climbed from the water, following him to the shallow pool he had vacated. The breeze flowed over her bare skin, raising prickles across her arms and carrying the smell of lavender to her nose. She didn't protest as he helped her down into the water, grateful to be out of the breeze before she grew too cold. Heated water deafened her completely as she dipped below the surface, holding her breath for several seconds to ensure she was fully soaked. She surfaced with a gasp, wiping water from her eyes as the man moved to stand behind her.
Ona could feel the tie in her hair loosen and pull free, wet hair flopping down her neck to lay plastered to her shoulders. It was out of habit that she tilted her head a bit, ensuring that whatever he said would be heard as she couldn't watch his lips moving. The soft scent of flowers enveloped her as he began to work on her hair. Droplets of water dotted her lashes as her eyes closed, head angled forward under the attention of his hands. Deny it all she might, she had missed this particular kind of companionship over the years. It had been a very long time since Ona had allowed herself to be this close to her and in truth as far as she could recall it had been this very same man that had been the last to get this close. Unthinking, her shoulders relaxed and the tension could be seen flowing out of her.
Skin met skin as she leaned back just so, her back resting against his chest. J'tir was easily a full head taller than she, and wider in the shoulders too. While it had the effect of making her feel smaller than she were, it wasn't the bad kind of feeling that usually followed when dealing with someone larger than herself. It was a nice change of pace for once. Once he had finished with her hair he moved on to her back and shoulders, illicting a murmured sound of contentment from her lips. When he had completed scrubbing her back he moved to her front. Blood flooded her cheeks, a light pink blush spreading across her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose. Alicona chewed her lower lip, standing as motionless as possible while J'tir worked his way up her front. The blush darkened just a bit as he washed her face, gray gaze locked on his lips with a surprising amount of attention.
“Ah-- er-- I suppose I should.” Ona mumbled, suddenly flustered. The woman stepped away from him intending to wash the foam off but yelped in surprise as soap bubbles splattered against her shoulder and neck. His wicked grin was equally matched by her dirty look as she splashed water at him, the moment of tension broken. She dunked herself in the water, wiping off the excess suds. “I do hope you are planning on using that handful to start washing yourself, and not throwing it at me. A girl is disinclined to help a man get clean if he is throwing things at her.” She scolded, though it didn't stop her from returning to his side and gathering a handful of the scented sand. “Now then.. Should I start at the front or the back? Because I am getting a bit hungry and am already getting wrinkly fingers from being in the water.” Alicona smiled, looking up into his face as she spread the foaming sand between her hands.
It was then that J'tir reappeared, taking the clothes from her and hanging them out to dry. As if reading her thoughts he pressed a finger to her lips, effectively silencing the protest before it could ever be voiced. Following his lead Ona climbed from the water, following him to the shallow pool he had vacated. The breeze flowed over her bare skin, raising prickles across her arms and carrying the smell of lavender to her nose. She didn't protest as he helped her down into the water, grateful to be out of the breeze before she grew too cold. Heated water deafened her completely as she dipped below the surface, holding her breath for several seconds to ensure she was fully soaked. She surfaced with a gasp, wiping water from her eyes as the man moved to stand behind her.
Ona could feel the tie in her hair loosen and pull free, wet hair flopping down her neck to lay plastered to her shoulders. It was out of habit that she tilted her head a bit, ensuring that whatever he said would be heard as she couldn't watch his lips moving. The soft scent of flowers enveloped her as he began to work on her hair. Droplets of water dotted her lashes as her eyes closed, head angled forward under the attention of his hands. Deny it all she might, she had missed this particular kind of companionship over the years. It had been a very long time since Ona had allowed herself to be this close to her and in truth as far as she could recall it had been this very same man that had been the last to get this close. Unthinking, her shoulders relaxed and the tension could be seen flowing out of her.
Skin met skin as she leaned back just so, her back resting against his chest. J'tir was easily a full head taller than she, and wider in the shoulders too. While it had the effect of making her feel smaller than she were, it wasn't the bad kind of feeling that usually followed when dealing with someone larger than herself. It was a nice change of pace for once. Once he had finished with her hair he moved on to her back and shoulders, illicting a murmured sound of contentment from her lips. When he had completed scrubbing her back he moved to her front. Blood flooded her cheeks, a light pink blush spreading across her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose. Alicona chewed her lower lip, standing as motionless as possible while J'tir worked his way up her front. The blush darkened just a bit as he washed her face, gray gaze locked on his lips with a surprising amount of attention.
“Ah-- er-- I suppose I should.” Ona mumbled, suddenly flustered. The woman stepped away from him intending to wash the foam off but yelped in surprise as soap bubbles splattered against her shoulder and neck. His wicked grin was equally matched by her dirty look as she splashed water at him, the moment of tension broken. She dunked herself in the water, wiping off the excess suds. “I do hope you are planning on using that handful to start washing yourself, and not throwing it at me. A girl is disinclined to help a man get clean if he is throwing things at her.” She scolded, though it didn't stop her from returning to his side and gathering a handful of the scented sand. “Now then.. Should I start at the front or the back? Because I am getting a bit hungry and am already getting wrinkly fingers from being in the water.” Alicona smiled, looking up into his face as she spread the foaming sand between her hands.
