[ there's a way to censor these tags so they aren't nsfw, okay. STOP TELLING YOURSELF YOU DON'T WANT THIS.
Bigby's nothing but a smiling jackass as Elizabeth finally succumbs and caves in to desire his constant poking and prodding. he tugs her forward as she works to undress, fingers already working to pluck the "accessories" out so that her hair may run free again. once that's over and done with and safely put outside of the shower, Bigby steps back in. nude. the towel is abandoned and she gets to bask in his beauty, all while he gets to do the same.
assuming she isn't showering in her underwear, that is. ]
I know. We could all use a chance to clear our minds. You especially.
[ his fingers run through the very same hair that he had been messing with just moments prior, straightening any curls that fought against him before scratching at the back of her neck. she's given another kiss on the lips before he returns to the faucet and prepares to turn on the water. just as he is about to turn it on the correct way, she goes and both confuses and flatters him with the comparison to that of Greek gods. ]
Huh. You think so? And to think I've been slacking off on exercise lately. Well, is it worki―
[ oops, that's him turning it in the wrong directly while looking back at her and ice cold water jets out from the showerhead and down onto the both of them. hope they enjoy being nipply. ]fucker―
[ Elizabeth stands there undoing her attire as Bigby surprisingly handles the removal of those pesky hairpins with care. It's almost like he's use to such a thing. Luckily, the benefit of Liz's proper beauty routine benefits him as well. She had slowly began getting comfortable with him seeing the scar on her back which now was just one simple large ring and dot. :(
There won't be much basking since there was definitely a tug of her night gown up and over her head. ]
My mind is as clear as it can get. It's not getting worse — that's certainly an improvement. With everything, it's not a matter of getting better but just... dealing with it.
[ And before they know it, kisses and all, they're both stepping into the shower. Elizabeth's comment was merely teasing but shock that he tried to roll with it. ]
Chasing bad gu-
[ NOPE. Cut off mid sentence, Elizabeth squeals and turns, flinching to cover up. ]
[ it's something truly unfortunately when an inanimate object plays the roles of cockblock. they're both naked and not even able to appreciate each other's body when the icy cold water sprays down upon them with no remorse. even with Elizabeth begging for him to correct the issue, he can do little but stand there and hug the wall in an attempt to avoid most of the water. in doing so, he's pressing up into her from behind. her cold, wet backside pressed up allll into him. hot dayum. ]
W... nngh, working on it, okay? Not exactly the easiest shit to deal with―
[ he reluctantly pries himself away from his wife in an attempt to dive past the waterfall of pain and discomfort to turn the nozzle towards hot. seconds follow and their new water heater is put to use, going from blistering cold to a temperature that will allow their goosebumps to settle.
if battling their shower is the most stressful thing they have to put up with, he will take it. it's still annoying as all fuck, but it's better than a majority of everything else they've been going through as of late. ]
Sorry about that. You can turn around now. Let me bask in the sight of you now that that bullshit is over with.
[ Look, let the water baptize you of your sins, tbh. For now, Elizabeth is trying to desperately keep from the cold water but as he goes forth and braves the cold for her, the sudden heat was reassuring. She sighs, pressing her head against the shower door. ]
Thank God. I was going to turn into a popsicle.
[ Elizabeth still tries to keep her back away from him - mainly with her own insecurities with the scar festering. It's weird now... this being one of the few times she was bare after ... well, uh. Everything. She turns to him, hands resting at the back of her neck with her forearms covering her chest. ]
There should be no basking — we're getting ready for bed and despite you presenting everything in some enticing show, you're not using this as some excuse, are you?
No one wants to see that happening. There's only one person that should be doing some suck―
[ he is conveniently censored by the sudden dropping of his bottle of shampoo, which he so happens to turn around and bend over to grab. one last chance to ogle your husband's wet, shiny ass, Elizabeth. cherish these moments while you can. who knows when you'll be able to ogle his butt again.
just kidding. she will always have the chance to ogle the Bigby butt.
Bigby turns around with bottle in hand, the other running its fingers through his own hair so that the water would soak through it completely. he has just about as much on his head as his wife does, after all, and it requires effort to maintain. his shampoo is set aside in favor of grabbing Elizabeth's product, waving it towards her as if indicating he will wash hers first. what a gentleman. ]
And if I did? Let me enjoy looking at my damn wife. You're lucky that's all I'm doing. Now get under the water if you want to reap the benefits of my hands one way or another.
[ The crash of his shampoo echoes in their spacious shower. Elizabeth sadly ogles the butt and rolls her eyes the entirety of the ordeal. It's not until he instead gets her shampoo out that makes her finally step under the warm water. Her hair is matted down nearly instantly, cascading down her back in long strands. ]
You're pushier than usual. Did signing for the house get you in the alpha male mood? Tch.
[ Elizabeth looks more tired without the make up, with the bright blue eyes fresh instead of hidden behind make up. She splashes her face, sighing in relief. ]
Has work gotten more hectic, by the way? You just hear me bitch about my students.
There's nothing "alpha" about the way I'm acting. I'm just being myself.
[ ... which just so happens to translate into being alpha as fuq. Bigby knows she does not mind his assertiveness, regardless of if it's in a bedroom, a shower or if they were just doing something mundane as hell.
as she steps into the water to get her own hair wet, he takes an opportunity to do his own fair share of ogling before the cap of the shampoo is popped open. he squirts the product into his palm before working it into the other, starting from the bottom of her neck before working his way up through her hair. he's gentle with her roots, knowing that there would be some inevitable knotting (lol) in hopes of avoiding discomfort. Bigby scratches his nails along her scalp while he begins to properly wash her hair. ]
Work's always hectic. I work with a bunch of kids or people who act like one, so it's best for me not to bitch or I would never stop. [ he's grumbling under his breath as he begins rubbing behind her ears, knowing Elizabeth's sweet spots like the back of his hands. his chest ― and lower half, at that ― get closer and closer all the while. ] The lack of dead people is a good thing, don't get me wrong... Just makes me focus more on the bullshit going around the town.
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Bigby's nothing but a smiling jackass as Elizabeth finally succumbs and caves in to
desirehis constant poking and prodding. he tugs her forward as she works to undress, fingers already working to pluck the "accessories" out so that her hair may run free again. once that's over and done with and safely put outside of the shower, Bigby steps back in. nude. the towel is abandoned and she gets to bask in his beauty, all while he gets to do the same.assuming she isn't showering in her underwear, that is. ]
I know. We could all use a chance to clear our minds. You especially.
[ his fingers run through the very same hair that he had been messing with just moments prior, straightening any curls that fought against him before scratching at the back of her neck. she's given another kiss on the lips before he returns to the faucet and prepares to turn on the water. just as he is about to turn it on the correct way, she goes and both confuses and flatters him with the comparison to that of Greek gods. ]
Huh. You think so? And to think I've been slacking off on exercise lately. Well, is it worki―
[ oops, that's him turning it in the wrong directly while looking back at her and ice cold water jets out from the showerhead and down onto the both of them. hope they enjoy being nipply. ]fucker―
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There won't be much basking since there was definitely a tug of her night gown up and over her head. ]
My mind is as clear as it can get. It's not getting worse — that's certainly an improvement. With everything, it's not a matter of getting better but just... dealing with it.
[ And before they know it, kisses and all, they're both stepping into the shower. Elizabeth's comment was merely teasing but shock that he tried to roll with it. ]
Chasing bad gu-
[ NOPE. Cut off mid sentence, Elizabeth squeals and turns, flinching to cover up. ]
Hot! Put it on hot!
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W... nngh, working on it, okay? Not exactly the easiest shit to deal with―
[ he reluctantly pries himself away from his wife in an attempt to dive past the waterfall of pain and discomfort to turn the nozzle towards hot. seconds follow and their new water heater is put to use, going from blistering cold to a temperature that will allow their goosebumps to settle.
if battling their shower is the most stressful thing they have to put up with, he will take it. it's still annoying as all fuck, but it's better than a majority of everything else they've been going through as of late. ]
Sorry about that. You can turn around now. Let me bask in the sight of you now that that bullshit is over with.
[ hope you ain't nippin' too bad, Lizzie. ]
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Thank God. I was going to turn into a popsicle.
[ Elizabeth still tries to keep her back away from him - mainly with her own insecurities with the scar festering. It's weird now... this being one of the few times she was bare after ... well, uh. Everything. She turns to him, hands resting at the back of her neck with her forearms covering her chest. ]
There should be no basking — we're getting ready for bed and despite you presenting everything in some enticing show, you're not using this as some excuse, are you?
[ Because, it sure seems so. ]
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[ he is conveniently censored by the sudden dropping of his bottle of shampoo, which he so happens to turn around and bend over to grab. one last chance to ogle your husband's wet, shiny ass, Elizabeth. cherish these moments while you can. who knows when you'll be able to ogle his butt again.
just kidding. she will always have the chance to ogle the Bigby butt.
Bigby turns around with bottle in hand, the other running its fingers through his own hair so that the water would soak through it completely. he has just about as much on his head as his wife does, after all, and it requires effort to maintain. his shampoo is set aside in favor of grabbing Elizabeth's product, waving it towards her as if indicating he will wash hers first. what a gentleman. ]
And if I did? Let me enjoy looking at my damn wife. You're lucky that's all I'm doing. Now get under the water if you want to reap the benefits of my hands one way or another.
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[ The crash of his shampoo echoes in their spacious shower. Elizabeth sadly ogles the butt and rolls her eyes the entirety of the ordeal. It's not until he instead gets her shampoo out that makes her finally step under the warm water. Her hair is matted down nearly instantly, cascading down her back in long strands. ]
You're pushier than usual. Did signing for the house get you in the alpha male mood? Tch.
[ Elizabeth looks more tired without the make up, with the bright blue eyes fresh instead of hidden behind make up. She splashes her face, sighing in relief. ]
Has work gotten more hectic, by the way? You just hear me bitch about my students.
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[ ... which just so happens to translate into being alpha as fuq. Bigby knows she does not mind his assertiveness, regardless of if it's in a bedroom, a shower or if they were just doing something mundane as hell.
as she steps into the water to get her own hair wet, he takes an opportunity to do his own fair share of ogling before the cap of the shampoo is popped open. he squirts the product into his palm before working it into the other, starting from the bottom of her neck before working his way up through her hair. he's gentle with her roots, knowing that there would be some inevitable knotting (lol) in hopes of avoiding discomfort. Bigby scratches his nails along her scalp while he begins to properly wash her hair. ]
Work's always hectic. I work with a bunch of kids or people who act like one, so it's best for me not to bitch or I would never stop. [ he's grumbling under his breath as he begins rubbing behind her ears, knowing Elizabeth's sweet spots like the back of his hands. his chest ― and lower half, at that ― get closer and closer all the while. ] The lack of dead people is a good thing, don't get me wrong... Just makes me focus more on the bullshit going around the town.