[ Call it a baptism, where they wash away the parts that bring them pain. Where they welcome some divine intervention in the form of a back-up request that brings her to Gotham City tonight. This was enough to barely keep their head above water, sure, but it was worth it. Where they find themselves wanting to connect, to pick up where they left off. The regret melts away when Hana fiddles with the shower's water – a hot singe that makes her sigh in relief. Typical girls and their scalding hot showers, but... it had to feel good, y'know?
Hana, fortunately, didn't see any nerdy ass backflips because she would not want him to park that big Meka right in this little garage after that. :////////
Either way – after the loser is done playing magic mike over there, Hana had already claimed most of the shower's stream. Her hair was soaked worse now that it was free from her ponytail, cascading down her features and back. By the time he joins her, his kiss leaves her muffled yelp against his lips. Both of her hands snake against his frame, squeezing at his hips to steady herself from slipping. He kisses like he punches – with a target and force appropriate to get the job done. When they pull back, only a thin web of spit connects their lips and her features turn away bashfully at the continued affection. ]
Uh huh.
[ And ... yes, the shower was still desperately needed. That foam dispenser worked wonders – allowing her to catch suds and playfully fling them riiiight at his chest before nearly papping it into his flesh to leave him with a layer of white bubbles dripping down his chest towards his stomach and... even lower. ]
Do you know how to not be extra? You're lucky I think it's cute. Most of the time.
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Hana, fortunately, didn't see any nerdy ass backflips because she would not want him to park that big Meka right in this little garage after that. :////////
Either way – after the loser is done playing magic mike over there, Hana had already claimed most of the shower's stream. Her hair was soaked worse now that it was free from her ponytail, cascading down her features and back. By the time he joins her, his kiss leaves her muffled yelp against his lips. Both of her hands snake against his frame, squeezing at his hips to steady herself from slipping. He kisses like he punches – with a target and force appropriate to get the job done. When they pull back, only a thin web of spit connects their lips and her features turn away bashfully at the continued affection. ]
Uh huh.
[ And ... yes, the shower was still desperately needed. That foam dispenser worked wonders – allowing her to catch suds and playfully fling them riiiight at his chest before nearly papping it into his flesh to leave him with a layer of white bubbles dripping down his chest towards his stomach and... even lower. ]
Do you know how to not be extra? You're lucky I think it's cute. Most of the time.