[ If he still needed a moment, she would have happily obliged. As it is, she definitely does not find it strange when she feels the ripples in the water from his weight coming in after her. The bubbles, gentle as they were, suddenly stop (they were definitely "just because"), and there go any thoughts of her warming the bath herself, lost in the embrace. ]
Ah. [ Her voice raises several octaves in a squeak before she clears her throat. She's so tense, almost as if she is afraid someone is going to catch them any second, yet that's also what makes it... thrilling. ] Well... y, you... you no longer smell like wet dog?
[ No, no. Say something else, anything else. She shifts, turning to return the hug, which feels easier now that she's done it before, and he's not shaking so much this time. ]
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Ah. [ Her voice raises several octaves in a squeak before she clears her throat. She's so tense, almost as if she is afraid someone is going to catch them any second, yet that's also what makes it... thrilling. ] Well... y, you... you no longer smell like wet dog?
[ No, no. Say something else, anything else. She shifts, turning to return the hug, which feels easier now that she's done it before, and he's not shaking so much this time. ]
I mean, thank you. I'm...
[ ............. ]