Decompression before the real work begins

[erikgeiger]

The water is hot. Not uncomfortably so, but hot enough to soothe the ache that runs the ridge of his spine.  It's been a long day and he imagines a longer night still.  He figures it will be a night spent knee-deep in the world of caffeine, nicotine, and words.  So this precious soak may well be the only thing that he gives himself in the moments

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[faiththatfuelsu]

Baths were something she enjoyed, one of the few things she still clung to. The water always managed to take out the ache the healers never could get rid of. It was a surprise to find Erik in there, even more of a surprise to find that he's raided her stash of bubbles.

"Didn't take you for the Eucalyptus type."

She lets the robe slip off her shoulders and steps into the tub without waiting for an invitation. It isn't as if the thing can't easily hold the both of them. She's pretty sure it could fit another three comfortably. The water is the perfect temperature and she inhales the scent that permeates the air.

[erikgeiger]

For a man of his size, baths have always been tricky to manage. THe tubs are often too short or too shallow to accomodate him, making the entire experience less than relaxing. So, being able to freely recline to immerse himself is a luxury he takes hedonistic pleasure in enjoying regularly.

He's about ready to drift off into a drreamless slumber when he hears her voice call out to him, and blinks as Faith's robe falls sliently to her feet and she steps into the hot water. Erik's arms encircle her moments after; he sighs into her neck before muttering a reply.

"It's soothing. How are you? Tired?"

[faiththatfuelsu]

"Should've put the lavender in here, too." She relaxes against him, warm, slick skin acting as a perfect cushion.

"Five by five, Evan's done worse. Didn't get a good taste of him yet. Figured I'd break him in slow." Faith runs a hand through her hair before slipping slightly lower.

[erikgeiger]

"Too late for that. Not leaving now." There were only a few things that would make him consider leaving the tub, lavender was not one of them.

He rubs his hands up and down her arms, mostly just enjoying the contact, the way that she all but melts into him in the weightlessness of the water. Erik drops a kiss onto her shoulder and wonders if he really ought to be talking about this subject when he's trying to relax. Might as well get the conversation over with, though.

"Probably for the best. Chip that big on the boy's shoulder, if you did it quick, you might crush him beyond the point of usefulness. And if I had to guess, you probably went through a lot of trouble with him, right?" He sighs, leaning back just a tad more, shifting his shoulders to work a knot loose.

[faiththatfuelsu]

"Kind of like where you're at right now anyway." There's a low chuckle from the back of her throat while her fingers run over his thigh beneath the water.

She enjoys the touch now though that wasn't always the case. It was something she'd had to adjust to, and then had come to crave. The fact that Erik indulges that craving is something she appreciates. He's part of a very small minority unafraid to simply touch her without waiting for permission.

"Less than you'd think." She tilts her head to the side enough to press a kiss against his jaw.

[erikgeiger]

"Likewise. Glad we agree on the subject." The smile the forms widens all the more as her fingers find his thigh. He'll take this over lavender any day.

Erik doesn't ask when initiaing touch, because well, why bother? Should Faith be displeased, she's quite good about broadcasting such feelings. He'll happily grope here and rest his hands there, simply because there's something so very grounding about maintaining that contact with her. It certainly doesn't hurt that she's beautiful.

"Hmm." He wants to ask her to tell him about Joel, about just how easy it may have been to claim him, but the question dies as her mouth finds his skin. Erik leans a bit, nibbling on her ear before kissing her lazily. It really might be misconstrued as tender, romantic even, if it weren't them.

[faiththatfuelsu]

"Mmmm." She's quickly losing herself to the feel of warm, wet skin considering that there's nothing else like it. Faith turns her body as much as she can without breaking the kiss.

Her view on things with Erik are skewed. There's nothing romantic about their relationship even though she lets him closer than anyone else. It isn't about love so much as it is about control. She has complete power here, knows that he's loyal to her, and it gives her a freedom she can't find anywhere else. It's a rush in and of itself.

ooc: Way to go LJ for being fucking crazy.

[erikgeiger]

It's the exquisite feeling of toned, yet still feminine arms and thighs that continually brings him back, even more so than the fact that she owns every bit of him. Wrapped tight in her limbs, Erik moans into the dark void that is her mouth, contented, as his hands continue their eternal search to find new and interesting ways to make her writhe in pleasure.

All of Hell could revolt, or cease to exist, for all he cared about, tangled as he was in her kiss, was the feel of her wet flesh sliding all over and the certainty, regardless of whatever power dynamics ruled their relationship, that he was wanted.

[faiththatfuelsu]

She moves against him almost laconically. For once there's no rush and her body tells him that in every lazy movement of her hips against his. It's not often that she approaches sex as anything less than a battle, yet it's what she finds herself doing with Erik.

Her body brushes against his cock in the water and she slides down onto him slowly, teasingly. When he's nearly inside her fully she pulls up and almost completely off, repeating the process again and again.