[ 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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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.