Chrollo loves when you go to the bath house with your girlfriends.
It's a staple in your friendgroup that once a month, you and your girls head out to the women's only sauna night at the local bath house.
You leave him after dinner, shortly before six in the evening, with a quick peck on the lips and then you're whisked away by your friends.
About three hours later then, at around nine, you return, happy and thoroughly satisfied.
Sauna is not really Chrollo's thing, he has to admit. He tried going with you once and understands the appeal, but the vulnerability of it all was a bit much, leaving behind his clothes and belongings (and weapons).
He could never gain the full relaxation that you managed to achieve when he knows he and therefore you could be attacked any moment and he doesn't even have a knife on him. Of course, he would be fine. Bandits secret manifest through his nen after all. But it still lingers in his mind too much to warrant relaxation in such a vulnerable state.
Which is why he likes when you go with your friends.
You smile lazily when he opens the door, tired eyes gazing up at him happily. "Hellooo," you draw out and shuffle into his waiting arms.
Chrollo smiles and takes your heavy bag from you, the weight of wet towels easily hefted over his strong shoulder.
This is the best part of Sauna nights according to Chrollo. You come back so relaxed and content, tired in the best way and full of affection, smelling absolutely heavenly.
He scoops you up with two arms and you sigh, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a happy koala.
He makes his way into the flat, dropping your bag into the bathroom on the way and setting you down on one of the barstools in the kitchen. You gladly accept the glass of water he hands you and sip it, while leaning into him and letting yourself be pulled into his side.
"How was the bath house?" he asks, not because he can't guess but because it shows he cares.
"It was soo good, Chrollo, I think I'm melting as we speak."
"Really babe, you are about to have a puddle for a girlfriend any minute now," you muse lazily and he smiles at your dramatics.
"I would be okay with a puddle girlfriend, I think", he proclaims and you smush you face into the side of his sweater.
You love how affectionate he is nowadays. Lord knows he didn't start out like that in the beginning of your relationship. But at this point, he knows exactly how to prolong your relaxation to the fullest. Letting yourself be spoiled for once, you only sigh when he starts shuffling you towards the bedroom.
Another thing Chrollo loves is the delicious scents he picks up while undressing you and will later indulge in, when he is done with his routine and laid in bed with you.
For now, he pulls your shirt over your head and kisses away the grumbles he gets from you at being bothered with all of this movement and standing business, as he pulls down the soft pants you wore for the way.
Revealing the simple cotton undergarments you'd worn, he places a worshipping kiss to the tiny bow in the front and then pulls that down as well, to get you into a freshly washed shirt of his and a pair of his own pajama pants.
Happily drowning in fabric, you giggle when he scoops you up once more, squeezing his butt playfully from your position over his shoulder.
He softly slaps yours in retaliation and carefully throws you on the bed, where you immediately open your arms for him in demand.
Chrollo climbs in next to you and pulls you on top of him instead, head resting right above yours.
You simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.
"You smell nice," he comments after a few seconds of just basking in each other's closeness. You lift your arm that had been smothered in scented salt scrub earlier along with the rest of your body.
"Thanks, it's lemongrass-peach according to its bowl."
He hums, "good choice." You nod.
He is satisfied when you're happy and right now, you are very happily draped over him, safely in his arms.
Maybe this is what he loves so much about sauna nights. You always trust him, but after the bath house you are so wonderfully relaxed and pliant, knowing he will take care of you and completely letting him do so. It almost makes him feel a bit lightheaded with his adoration for you.
He loves you, even if that's still hard to admit sometimes, so if it were up to him, he would always have you this content, kissing your forehead when he feels your breath evening out on his chest, as you slowly drift to sleep in his arms.
I need to gnaw on him actually.
