Heh. Heheheh. Heh. Heeeeh! Naturally rolled a 13. Ikidyounot.scots_fuzzNovember 17 2011, 07:14:35 UTC
There's water. There's tugging and pulling of legs and arms, a little manhandling of clothing items. Not exactly one of the most gentle ways to regain consciousness, is it, Rose?
"Oh come on, wake up, wake up, love." There's a few gentle pats to her cheek, then a fist rubbing not-quite-gently against her chest, "Can ye hear me, Rose? Wake up." then the rubbing stops and is replaced by an ear. Listening for a heartbeat. Breath. Anything showing signs of life.
"Bloody hell. C'mon Rose, I'd rather be doin' this while you're conscious." He positions her head properly and takes his own breath. Then there is lip contact.
"I think I c'n live wi' that," he grinned, living with it every day for the length of time he'd had that bar of soap.
"Really, I c'n wait t' shower, it's a'right. As your rescuer, I insist ye go first." He'd find a way to dry off some while she showered, even if he didn't warm up right away.
She'd make a joke about Scottish men using Irish Spring, but decided it would fall rather flat, and she was shivering in his bathroom like an idiot, dripping river water all over his bath rugs.
"If you insist," She said with a nod, and after a moment's debate, stepped up on her toes to press her lips against his. Rescue her from the Thames, let her use his shower, put up with her smelling like a man, he deserved one, after all.
Even though Liam didn't feel he deserved a kiss for what he did, he would gladly accept Rose's and return the favor with his own. And besides, it warmed him up quite nicely.
"Y'know there's always another option," He hummed into the kiss, "we c'd shower at th'same time."
"Tha' sounds like a brilliant idea." He replied, eyes still a little unfocused from their kiss. He didn't even realize he'd gone a little pink behind the ears from her suggestion of preserving body heat.
Liam wet his lips and slowly grinned, his eyes finally focusing. "So. In the int'rest of preserving body heat an' water, an' without prolonging any more chills, I suggest we strip to our skivvies and I'll start th'shower." He started by toeing off his shoes and socks as he moved over to the tub.
"Probably, I dunno, the best idea I've ever heard," She said with a nod, bouncing on one foot while her fingers tugged at the laces on the other. It flipped off with enthusiasm, and the other followed not long after, landing in a pile with her socks in the corner of his bathroom.
Maybe in an effort to stall, or maybe just in thoughtfulness, she dug passed his curtain to turn he water on, to warm up while they... "Sorry, did you just say skivvies?"
He raised an eyebrow at Rose's helpful little maneuver to turn on the water--he was so about to do that-- "Aye, I did. Why, is somethin' wrong wi' that?" He smiled as he loosened his tie to remove it.
He knew exactly what angle the dial needed to be at for the hot water to be effective but not scorching, so he reached over to readjust the temperature of the water then pulled his shirttails out and started to work at his blue button-down shirt.
"No, nope, absolutely nothing wrong with it." She watched him less than subtly out of the corner of her eye-- he had fifty million more layers on, how was that even fair?
Oh, sod it. She could either be embarrassed, or fake it until she made it and go for broke. In one swift motion, she gripped the edges of her t-shirt and tugged it over her head. It was tossed to the floor immediately into the steadily growing pile.
"Good! 'Cos I like sayin' the word." He bit his lip, briefly watching Rose as she stripped off her tee. And of course it wasn't fair. All he had on under his button-down was a t-shirt. At around his fourth button, Liam gave up on ceremony and pulled off both his tee and shirt at the same time. And might as well get started on his jeans.
He began peeling off the waterlogged denim (And his plaid boxers went with them, whoops! Well...) and he sat on the edge of the now-steaming bathtub once he'd pulled everything down to his knees, working at pulling the wet fabric off around his ankles.
Ah, okay. Well. That was... Shirtless. He was quite shirtless, that was lovely. Oh. And then he was. Okay. Focus. She turned around, hooking her thumbs through her belt loops and shimmying them down her hips. They fell into a wet pile at her feet, and she kicked them away.
Bra next, she supposed, and she brought her hands up behind her, curling them up her back to fiddle with the hooks. She glanced over her shoulder at him. "D'you mind--?"
Well, growing up with two sisters, he'd. Sort of... given up on having any degree of modesty in the bathroom, the girls always rushing in and demanding mirror time at his expense. Being varying degrees of single over the years hadn't done much to change his habits either.
At her request, he looked up from the pile of wet he'd just removed, "Oh. Sure." Good god she looked beautiful standing there in her undies. Standing up, he gently unhooked her bra, ghosting his hand over her shoulder to help her out of it and biting his lip as he did, trying to keep his ... attraction to her under wraps.
Good luck while being stark naked in a warm bathroom, Liam.
Rose, for her part, was an only child. She did, however, grow up with a single mum who had teenage tendencies. It was only when said mum had a boyfriend did the bathroom door ever get fully closed.
That being said, bathroom time with disturbingly gorgeous Scottish men didn't happen very often. She straightened her shoulders at the feeling of his fingertips, rolling them back to meet his hand and shift the bra away from her front.
Because it seemed like the right thing to do, she turned around while he was standing behind her, and pushed up to press her lips to his again.
Yeup. He finished helping Rose with her bra, discarding it atop their co-mingled pile of wet clothing. As for ...that, he couldn't help smirking as their lips made contact, "Sorry 'bout that." Of course he wasn't sorry in the least.
He let his hands trail down her side as he stepped back towards and into the tub, pulling her along with him. They might as well get some use out of the shower before the water heater emptied...
She rolled her eyes just a bit at the apology, and barely refrained from giving him a smack on the arm. "Men."
She certainly didn't protest, though, at being tugged toward the tub, and she pulled away from him long enough to tug the shower curtain open and step over the edge, into the water.
"This was such a brilliant idea. Have I mentioned what a brilliant idea this was?"
She reached out to trail her fingers down his arm, to tug him in after her by the wrist.
"Oh come on, wake up, wake up, love." There's a few gentle pats to her cheek, then a fist rubbing not-quite-gently against her chest, "Can ye hear me, Rose? Wake up." then the rubbing stops and is replaced by an ear. Listening for a heartbeat. Breath. Anything showing signs of life.
"Bloody hell. C'mon Rose, I'd rather be doin' this while you're conscious." He positions her head properly and takes his own breath. Then there is lip contact.
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"Really, I c'n wait t' shower, it's a'right. As your rescuer, I insist ye go first." He'd find a way to dry off some while she showered, even if he didn't warm up right away.
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"If you insist," She said with a nod, and after a moment's debate, stepped up on her toes to press her lips against his. Rescue her from the Thames, let her use his shower, put up with her smelling like a man, he deserved one, after all.
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"Y'know there's always another option," He hummed into the kiss, "we c'd shower at th'same time."
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"We could do that," She nodded mock-thoughtfully, "In the interest of preserving water. And body heat."
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Liam wet his lips and slowly grinned, his eyes finally focusing. "So. In the int'rest of preserving body heat an' water, an' without prolonging any more chills, I suggest we strip to our skivvies and I'll start th'shower." He started by toeing off his shoes and socks as he moved over to the tub.
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Maybe in an effort to stall, or maybe just in thoughtfulness, she dug passed his curtain to turn he water on, to warm up while they... "Sorry, did you just say skivvies?"
Just... grin.
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He knew exactly what angle the dial needed to be at for the hot water to be effective but not scorching, so he reached over to readjust the temperature of the water then pulled his shirttails out and started to work at his blue button-down shirt.
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Oh, sod it. She could either be embarrassed, or fake it until she made it and go for broke. In one swift motion, she gripped the edges of her t-shirt and tugged it over her head. It was tossed to the floor immediately into the steadily growing pile.
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He began peeling off the waterlogged denim (And his plaid boxers went with them, whoops! Well...) and he sat on the edge of the now-steaming bathtub once he'd pulled everything down to his knees, working at pulling the wet fabric off around his ankles.
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Bra next, she supposed, and she brought her hands up behind her, curling them up her back to fiddle with the hooks. She glanced over her shoulder at him. "D'you mind--?"
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At her request, he looked up from the pile of wet he'd just removed, "Oh. Sure." Good god she looked beautiful standing there in her undies. Standing up, he gently unhooked her bra, ghosting his hand over her shoulder to help her out of it and biting his lip as he did, trying to keep his ... attraction to her under wraps.
Good luck while being stark naked in a warm bathroom, Liam.
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That being said, bathroom time with disturbingly gorgeous Scottish men didn't happen very often. She straightened her shoulders at the feeling of his fingertips, rolling them back to meet his hand and shift the bra away from her front.
Because it seemed like the right thing to do, she turned around while he was standing behind her, and pushed up to press her lips to his again.
Oh, this was going to get... Oh, dear.
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He let his hands trail down her side as he stepped back towards and into the tub, pulling her along with him. They might as well get some use out of the shower before the water heater emptied...
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She certainly didn't protest, though, at being tugged toward the tub, and she pulled away from him long enough to tug the shower curtain open and step over the edge, into the water.
"This was such a brilliant idea. Have I mentioned what a brilliant idea this was?"
She reached out to trail her fingers down his arm, to tug him in after her by the wrist.
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