he watches her movements earnestly ( and tries to ignore the shiver that crawls along his spine when her touch graces him ). an eager student, and even more eager to be a good husband and do these sort of things properly.
❝ it is. I feel silly for not knowing before,❞ he admits. douma had never had a need—as far as he’d been raised there would always be others to take care of those things for him. and there would be, yes, but once again shinobu opens his eyes to the world beyond the walls. he reaches out with his opposite hand and covers hers with it, practicing the motion before he takes the sponge back and gestures for shinobu to turn her back to him. ❝ let me try again? ❞
she can’t exactly find it in herself to say no when he’s so determined to please. yet her hands loiter, drinking in the warmth of his skin one last time before trailing away.
‘ if you think you can handle it, then be my guest. ’
at douma’s behest for redemption, she turns till faced away — awaiting his now educated touch with a bated breath. for better access of her back, dampened fingers comb dark locks over one shoulder as softened eyes look past the other.
‘ oh. and douma — if you ever need any more help in learning to be self-sufficient … i’m here now. ’ it’s not like her parents or his followers can bar her from seeing him anymore again.
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