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"I have to take them off, it's been a few days," she tells you, rubbing her arm.

"Mhm," you hum, taking her to the bathtub. "In a moment."

You undress yourself, letting Qifrey sink in the water first and adjust to the heat. She looks up at you the whole time, even tired she loves admiring your body, your soft curves and dips. Everything about you and your body makes her blush, even after years of dating. Then you get in the tub, leaning between her legs and letting her wrap her arms around you. Her chin rests on your shoulder, her breath slow and steady against your skin. The bubbles pop softly between you, filling the air with the gentle floral scent she loves so much. For a while, neither of you says anything. You just let the heat soak into her tired muscles, your fingers tracing lazy circles along her forearm under the water.

"You worked so hard today," you whisper, turning your head just enough to brush your lips against her temple. "I could tell the second you walked in."

She lets out a small, tired laugh that vibrates against your back. "It was one of those days… I kept thinking about coming home to you." Her voice is almost shy.

You smile and reach for the soft washcloth floating nearby. Dipping it in the warm water, you start at her shoulders, squeezing it so the water runs down her back in slow rivulets. She hums in quiet appreciation, leaning forward a bit to give you better access. You move the cloth gently over her skin, cleaning away the sweat and the long day, taking your time. Every stroke is careful as you talk in low murmurs between the touches.

"Remember that time we tried making those honey cakes and burned them?" you ask, smiling as you wash along her collarbone.

Qifrey chuckles softly. "How could I forget? The whole kitchen smelled like smoke for hours. You still made me eat one anyway."

"You said it was edible," you tease, pressing a light kiss to the side of her neck.

She turns her head, catching your eyes with a sleepy gaze. "It was because you made it."

The water shifts as you both move a little closer. You keep washing her, down her arms, across her chest above the tape, never rushing. She watches you the whole time, her fingers now playing with the wet strands of your hair. The candles flicker, painting soft golden light over her face and you think she has never looked more beautiful than right now, relaxed and safe with you.

After a while the water starts to cool. "Ready to get out, love?" you ask.

She nods, you help her stand first, steadying her with gentle hands on her waist. You step out together, the cool air making you both shiver for a second. Grabbing the big, fluffy towels you warmed earlier, you wrap one around her shoulders and pull her close, drying her back while she does the same for you. She giggles quietly when you pat her sides, and you grin, stealing a quick kiss on her damp shoulder.

Once you're both mostly dry, you lead her to the bedroom, the towels draped loosely around you. Qifrey sits on the edge of the bed, her posture a little self-conscious now that the warm water isn't hiding anything.

"I'll be careful," you promise, voice barely above a whisper.

She nods, trusting you completely. You take the almond oil in the nightstand, taking your time and making everything around the tape slippery with it, as well as your hands. You start at the edge of the worn tape, peeling it back slowly, inch by inch. Your fingers are warm and gentle, pausing whenever you feel her tense. Every time a strip comes free, you press a soft kiss to the reddened skin underneath, soothing it. Qifrey lets out a shaky breath, her hand finding yours and squeezing.

"You always make this feel less awful," she whispers, watching you with soft eyes.

You look up at her, smiling gently. "Because you're everything but awful to me, Qifrey."

She leans down, resting her forehead against yours as you continue the careful work, it takes you a few minutes to finish your work, now you only take off her nipple covers, soothing the skin with your warm hands.

"Would you lay down for me, please?" you ask her, now that her chest is bare.

She has beautiful creamy tits, now a little reddened because of the tape, not really big or heavy, but using the tape makes her feels better and her job easier, so you've never doubted her using it.

Now you take some lotion in your hands, making sure every part of her chest is hydrated and comfortable, you take your time and Qifrey looks at you in the eye even when you don't notice, knowing that the devotion she has for you is just like what you have for her.

a/n: i educated myself a little on this topic from this page, the idea of qifrey using it makes so much sense to me idk how to explain it. but writing more queer stories is helping me a lot and making me learn new things