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 Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:14 pm
He was looking, of course he was.
Kettil was a young boil and as such very interested in...The shirt his ghoulfriend flung at his face as he moved to make room for her. Outside of the shower he threw down the wet shirt down with his removed clothing and proceeded to dry off.
"Brat~!" He teased softly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:28 pm
The answer to his tease was a pair of shorts flung over the edge of the shower to land on his head. "Yehr damn right. And worse off," The rest of her clothing flew overboard, and the water finally turned on. "Yehr the one who chose teh dates me. Mm? So what does that says about yeh?"
A tiny spray of water flicked over the edge, and she giggled.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:31 pm
"That I am astoundingly lucky and have the best taste in ghouls," he retorted back at her with a smirk even as she sprayed some water at him. He just dried that back off after he discarded her shorts into the pile of clothes.
Kettil wrapped the towel about his waist and then went to get her towel for when she was done.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:40 pm
Freya stilled and quieted. Her hands held the soap, slowly rubbing the same spot on her arm over and over, only changing when she heard him return with a towel. She was nowhere near done, but just hearing him knocked her back into reality again. She, however, remained silent, just washing herself in a very contemplative quiet. The blush had washed off her face when she walked in, but it returned once more, coloring her face even as she held it under the warm spray of water.
He said the sweetest things, at the most unexpected time. It hurt, sometimes, in her heart. She knew she didn't deserve him, but she wanted nothing more than to keep him.
Just keep him.
The soap slid out of her hands, back into the holder, and she rubbed her forearms, her nails scratching gently against the skin.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:46 pm
Kettil was content to wait ... and to watch from where he could in the bathroom.
Yet? One good turn deserves another.
What was good for the Freya was just as awesome for a Kettil.
"Freyyaaaa....You done yet?" Hand reached out to tap the glass, "Freeeyaaaaaaaa....~!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:48 pm
Her sober mood could not last for long in Kettil's presence. She pulled the door open just slightly, her flat soaked hair hanging like a sheet at the sides of her face as she deadpanned at him.
"I sees what yeh does there." She muttered, her eyes narrowing. "I gets a nice long shower without any more interruptions, or else I'll never comes out. And I will gets all pruney in here and yeh'll be datings an old crone."
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:50 pm
She opened the door and deadpanned at him and he only grinned.
The boil leaned his face just a bit into the gap and kissed her lightly, "And I'll still love no other ghoul but you," Kettil cooed at her gently and sincerely.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 11:01 pm
The deadpan and annoyed glare melted away when he kissed her. She felt warm, and dizzy, and bone deep blissful. Her hands reached out to keep him from pulling away, but they stopped before they actually got to him, and fell to the side, useless.
"'jika." She whispered, the thud of her heartbeat audible in her ears. "I love.." Her head swam, and she slumped forward, the heat of the shower and demands of mental and physical exhaustion she'd just been through finally taking their toll. "-you." The last word came late, and was muffled, smushed against his chest.
Freya felt like she was swooning from being so in love. In truth, the hot shower and her traumatic experience were finally taking their toll.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 11:11 pm
His arms moved to wrap securely around her a bit as she slumped forward, "I love you, Túkut," he said back to her gently. "I hope you got your hair and the rest of ya washed because I think yer done now," he murmured as he started to make sure that, from his current stance, she was rinsed off. He took a moment to turn off the water for her even if it meant pressing against her.
Kettil quietly tried to help Freya dry off.
Simply put he wasn't giving her time to fight over whether or not she was done with the shower. Kettil wasn't going to have her fainting mid-cleansing where he couldn't protect her, or stop her from bumping her head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 11:16 pm
There was no fight left in Freya. She managed to stand back up on her own two feet when he rinsed her off, but her weight was still leaning heavily against him. Her head rested on his shoulder, and she let him finish her up, before a big, obnoxious yawn broke across her face. The towel was pressed against her skin, and she tried to take it, wrapping it around herself. All she managed was to get the front of her covered before she slipped out of the shower.
"Mmmhm. All done." She whispered, her eyes still closed as she rested against him. It was all so warm. So good. So soft and clean and free. It muddled her senses and had her leaning entirely on him for support.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 1:24 pm
He let her take the towel after a few moments. Once she was out he still held onto her and he lead her out of the bathroom quietly and led her over to the bed, "Time for a nap?" He asked curiously. Freya had seemed so sleepy now.
"Then we can watch a movie or somethin' afterward, eh?" Kettil offered. She had, after all, wanted a normal day. For them all of this was normal from teasing each other to quiet moments like these. He treasured them all.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 1:36 pm
Freya blinked her eyes up at him, her lips lifting up in a lazy smile. "No, screechie, just.." Was she tired? Her head felt fuzzy and it was hard to stand, but she didn't want to sleep. In fact, that was the last thing she wanted. "I thinks is just too hot in there." She laid down on the bed, stretched her body out, and let out a ridiculous squeal as her muscles strained. When she finished, her entire body felt loose and unhinged. She whimpered quietly, and stretched her hands out towards Kettil, her fingers contracting up at him. "Hugs please."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 1:50 pm
"Well alright," he laughed a bit and let her go into the bed first. When she seemed comfortable and eventually reaching for him he laughed a bit as he crawled into the bed with her. Eventually his arms moved to wrap around her in a secure and firm hug and he nuzzled his face against her cheek affectionately.
Kettil placed a small affectionate kiss on her cheek, "Only because you said please," he teased lightly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 1:59 pm
Please? Did she not say please often enough? Did this mean if she used please more often, she'd get anything she wanted?
All manner of bratty ideas popped into her head, but when he kissed her cheek, and she felt the warm press of his body against hers, one solid thought dominated everything else. She couldn't find it in her to be sarcastic, or funny, or clever, or cute. This one thought took her mind over, and made her silent.
He already was everything she wanted.
She couldn't think of a single thing to ask for, anymore.
Freya's arms curled up around Kettil and held him close, brushing his back with her fingers as if he was the most precious thing in the world.
And to her, he was.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 2:12 pm
The way she was looking at him and touching him made his heart swell several times in size, and the warmth he felt inside was as if someone had set him on fire. He wasn't complaining. He loved that Freya could make him feel these things just with a touch and a glance. He smiled at her as he tilted his head a bit and kissed a part of her palm.
"I would do anything for you. Everything even." He said simply and quietly. Most times he would be more careful with saying this sort of thing. Except with Freya he had no fear of her making him do anything that would be harmful.
Even if it was? He would do it. It was a frightening thought but he embraced it.
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