He lets the water swallow more of his torso, not quite floating but no longer feeling the full weight of his body. Vex'ahlia's hands are on his skin, and then her chest is flush with his back. For a moment, he tenses - but it's as deliberate a touch as any other she's offered, and if things are going to go in the direction she's angling for, this can't be a dealbreaker.
One breath, a deliberate one, and another. And her hands in his hair work a kind of magic that he doesn't quite expect, despite everything that's happened before now. He groans, embarrassed by the sound as soon as he realizes he's making it. If he's lucky, she won't comment on it. If he's exceedingly lucky, she'll find it charming rather than pathetic.
Belatedly, he realizes she's speaking. He picks up what it is she's saying a moment in, realizes it's an answer to his question. At some point, his eyes have closed, and he doesn't bother to open them. "Ah. They seem like an, er. Interesting crew. Do you enjoy the work?"
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Date: 2025-01-17 02:26 am (UTC)One breath, a deliberate one, and another. And her hands in his hair work a kind of magic that he doesn't quite expect, despite everything that's happened before now. He groans, embarrassed by the sound as soon as he realizes he's making it. If he's lucky, she won't comment on it. If he's exceedingly lucky, she'll find it charming rather than pathetic.
Belatedly, he realizes she's speaking. He picks up what it is she's saying a moment in, realizes it's an answer to his question. At some point, his eyes have closed, and he doesn't bother to open them. "Ah. They seem like an, er. Interesting crew. Do you enjoy the work?"