[As she relaxes and contemplates what she wants to say, Eustace is focusing more on slowly running his hands over her. He's already had more than his fill since last night, but he's finding that he can't seem to get enough of how the warmth of her skin feels against his fingertips, wanting to trace her figure over and over. He still refrains from doing anything more than just lightly massaging the soap against her, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted at all. The warm water, the light steam, their scents intermingling and catching his own still imprinted on her, it's hard for him to resist kissing her lightly, hands drifting from being "chaste" to a little more suggesting. Down her back, her sides, her hip, to around her stomach and then up towards her chest...
...Until she grabs his hand and starts threading her fingers through his, her grip surprisingly tight. He looks down with half-lidded eyes, chin resting against her shoulder until he hears her words. Drawn out from his previous state of mind, his attention sharpens and he doesn't answer immediately.
When he does, it's just a low, contemplative hum, the once teasing hand now changing so that his arm rests loosely around her waist as he leans back against the tub.]
...I suppose that is something I should tell you about, along with other things about myself.
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...Until she grabs his hand and starts threading her fingers through his, her grip surprisingly tight. He looks down with half-lidded eyes, chin resting against her shoulder until he hears her words. Drawn out from his previous state of mind, his attention sharpens and he doesn't answer immediately.
When he does, it's just a low, contemplative hum, the once teasing hand now changing so that his arm rests loosely around her waist as he leans back against the tub.]
...I suppose that is something I should tell you about, along with other things about myself.