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[ Justine was making this exquisitely difficult. What he wanted more than almost anything else was to kiss down the line of her throat and --

but no. ]

Your wish is my command.

[ He drew the pouf over her skin, starting at one smooth shoulder and gliding over her arms, chest, the flat of her stomach, the curve of her hips. Was it possible to bring an air of elegant service even to kneeling so he could run a line of suds over those long legs of hers? Apparently so.

When it was time to do her back, he cast her dark hair carefully aside so as to end at the back of her neck. It was at that point that he put his arms around her and gently drew her back into the water. ]

How's that?

[A slip of a smile curves her lips as the loofah slides over her skin. For a few moments she watches Majima. Marveling the way his muscles ripple and flex while his hands move delicately over soft skin. She inhales a quick breath as the rough texture of the sponge glides up the inside of her thigh and back of her hips.

Justine turns, ignore the warm flush through her frame and closes her eyes as his fingers curl against her neck, push her hair, glides the loofah between her shoulder blades and down her back. She steps back into the water without resistance, keeping her eyes closed as she felt Majima's lethal form behind her.

She leans against him, a soft pleased sigh pulling from her lips.]

Wonderful. [The worth is breathed as the thick mist of the shower swirls lazily around them.] I don't want you to stop touching me.

[It feels like such a natural thing, as if she'd always known the rough gentle touch of his hand.]

That's some coincidence. I don't want to stop.

[ He folded his arms around her, felt the warm, smooth press of her skin against hers. The top of Justine's head fit neatly under his chin... and that felt right, too. ]

Got anywhere to be tomorrow morning?

[ He certainly hoped not; they'd had to leave in a hurry the last time they'd spent the night together. And though it had been a while since he'd let himself indulge in a late morning in, what he remembered most clearly from back then was the way Justine's hair had been adorably mussed, and what her face looked like while she slept. How tempting it had been to laze in the morning sun and their own shared warmth. ]

[Justine smiles, settling against him while a playful little wiggle of her hips.]

Good.

[She closes her eyes and enjoys the warmth of his body against hers and the pleasant heat of the shower.]

You can stay. I have no where to be. [It's a pleasant fantasy, waking up in Majima's arms and not having to sneak out a window. Technically, that night in the darkness had been the first time they've slept together.] Are you tired of sneaking out windows? [She teased lightly, leaning back and looking up at him, not wanting to move.]

[ He laughed at the memory, and for once simply enjoyed the fall of hot water against his skin while he held Justine -- nowhere to be after this, and no one to answer to but himself. Kind of a nice feeling.

In fact, he leaned back into her, and ran the tips of his fingers over the smooth line of her thigh. ]

You know, it was actually pretty fun. ...But a late mornin' in with ya sounds even better. Want me to make breakfast?

And here I was going to offer that very same thing.

[Her voice is light and warm as she leans against him and enjoy's the pleasant comfort of his arms. A soft hum echos through the bathroom as she leans her head back against his shoulders, her eyes closed.]

I'll let you make breakfast this time but next time I get too.

[And maybe they can watch more X-Files.]

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