"that's good," he calls as he examines his soap options. soap options. he's used to using the old 3-in-1, but something about spending as much money as he did on this little vacation is making him think yeah, i should put some nice product in my hair. 

once he's finally selected a bottle, he turns, and nearly jumps out of his skin when he realizes eden had somehow monkeyed around him to get under the water first. his brows furrow, but he doesn't make any moves to hedge his way in.

no, instead he grabs another bottle of shampoo and lathers it into his hands so he can gently start to work it into her scalp.

"the hot spring is gonna help with that," he says. "kinda why i booked this place."

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he tickles her behind the ears when she's finished washing his chest. and when she turns to cleanse the soap off her own body, he quickly rakes his hands through his hair with his own bottle of shampoo, scrubbing quickly because he hadn't been kidding. his stomach is grumbling, reminding him that he's overslept and the shower's eating up his breakfast time!

but he doesn't have to make it to a job. he doesn't have anywhere to be at all. just here, with her, with this lovely, super sweet, and adorable girl.

"mm, no yeah, let's go with that. emphasis on the romantic. emphasis on the lovely, super sweet girlfriend." he leans in because he can't resist her, and he kisses her as water rolls down his face.

@eden

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he towels himself off. while finishing off his legs, albeit haphazardly because he knows they're both going to end up in the hot springs after this anyway, he says, "i'll make sure it happens." and he will. as soon as she goes to dip her toes in the water, he'll linger behind and quietly make the request to room service. 

but for now he gives her a smack on the ass - payback from before - and sets his damp towel on the floor as a makeshift blanket for them to eat their breakfast. 

he dips a pinkie in the maple syrup and mmm's. "fuck, it's real maple from fortree. my pops loves this shit. try it." he drizzles it over the platter of pancakes and raises a forkful of the fluff for eden.

@eden

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there she is, he thinks while eden finally starts scarfing down her food. they eat in silence until their bellies are full and most of the food is devoured. all that's left are a few pieces of honeydew and the last couple bites of eggs. 

"nah, left dinner for you in case you were craving something particular." he leans back and folds his hands over his bare stomach. he stretches his legs out and sighs deeply, threatening to nod off again. 

but then he recovers with a grin and gestures down at himself. "well, we're all 'dressed' and ready for the hot springs. shall we?" he says.

@eden

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ah, yes, the pinnacle of intimacy. he waits for her to turn so he can watch her leave, and also so he can quickly make for the phone and utter her towel request to room service. with her none the wiser and his request to 'just leave them outside of the room. you probably don't want to come in.' 

he snags the grapes and leaves their dirty dishes just outside the door. and then he hangs up her robe for good measure before finally joining her by the hot spring's side.

he stops, standing there, just looking dumbly at her, at the way the steam rolls off her shoulders. he steps in and drifts to the side of the spring, where carved stone seats wait by the edge. 

"alright, princess. open up."

@eden

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he suddenly wishes he hadn't eaten so much. the water feels nice, but he knows eden would feel nicer. so he licks his lips as she puts on a show for him when swallowing the grape. fucking hell.

"is that what you'd like?" he says, reaching out to touch her cheek. he pinches a strand of some of her raven hair; wet now, some of the dye lingers on his fingertips. 

"my raven queen," he says, tasting the words. "mm, i still think princess has a better ring to it."

@eden

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he'll call her whatever she wants so long as she curls against him like this. his palm finds its way to the nape of her neck as he cradles her closer, chin brushing the top of her head. princess. yeah, that's what's going to stick, 'cause every time he says it he can still see that image of her adorable, furious face the first time he spoke to her. 

"mhm," he mumbles. the water simmers around them. his other hand, the one not holding her against him, traces light patterns on her shoulders, down her spine, offering her comfort. 

you're safe here, he tries to say.

@eden

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