[A soft pained little whine echoes from Justine's lips as Majima's fingers brush against the underside of her chin. His lips are warm and even at the lightest kiss she feels the eager energy and careful restraint of his action. Selfishly, she doesn't want him to restrain himself but she understands.
This isn't normal for either of them.]
Yes, I'd like that but only if I'm allowed to wash your hair.
[With her hair cleaned, she steps out of the water, letting Majima enjoy the steady wet heat of the shower while he's running the loofah over her frame.]
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This isn't normal for either of them.]
Yes, I'd like that but only if I'm allowed to wash your hair.
[With her hair cleaned, she steps out of the water, letting Majima enjoy the steady wet heat of the shower while he's running the loofah over her frame.]