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[She makes a soft sound and wraps her arms more tightly around him, the plastic rustling and stretching a bit]

[It's plastic, it can take it]

[Which is to say, he curls her a little closer, keeping up the petting]

[So long as the butterflies can, it's fine,]

[She is pretty sure they do! Or at least doesn't care, in favor of squeezing against him, heart rushing]

[...Or maybe that's just the bathtub. No biggie either way]

[No biggie either way]

[Certainly nothing to worry about for a long few minutes, while the tub does its thing. In the meantime, he continues the slow strokes, fingers combing softly through her hair]

[Definitely nothing big.

She continues to knot her fingers into his shirt, as if afraid he'll disappear otherwise. As you do.]

[As you do]

[It's been a very, very long game]

[Yes, it has,]

Eventually the sound of the water changes to something closer to full, though the tub is in danger of overflowing before she's able to control her breath enough to speak. Even then, her voice is small and overly light]

...You wanna...?

Yeah. Let's get you cleaned up.

[He presses a kiss to her forehead, soft - shifts slightly, to offer an arm for support so she can make it to the tub]

[She ducks her head, to attempt to hide the blotchiness of her face, but doesn't attempt to pull away any as they make their way over. Then, hesitates--shrugs off the last of her clothes--and balances at the edge of the tub, ready to slide in.

She pauses again before following through, however, as if asking permission]

Go on. I got you.

[He presses a kiss to her cheek, soft]

I ain't gonna let you fall.

I know.

[A breath, then she slips into the water--sighs at the heat of it]

...Thanks.

Anytime, dude.

[Another kiss, as soft as the first, and he reaches for the soap and a washcloth]

[She leans after him, humming, but doesn't stop him]

[He soaps up the cloth, careful, and then gets to work]

[Her face comes first; he uses the corner without much soap to gently wipe away any lingering smears of blood. When the worst of it's gone, he dips that portion of the cloth again to rid it of the soap and gives her face a more thorough wipe down: the crease beside her nose, and the divot under her chin, and the space behind her ears]

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[She keeps her eyes shut as he works, nose wrinkling as the odd wound stings a bit, but for the most part careful not to make any reaction to the gentle touches]

[When her face is done, he moves onto her neck, just as gentle - her shoulders, and then her arms, one at a time, careful to get between each finger]

[She tenses a little as he nears the bandaged shoulder, only relaxing a little as he wipes down the safer areas of the flats of her arms and the creases of her hands]

[He's definitely giving the injured areas a wide berth; they've been cleaned already, after all, so no sense in a do-over, especially not if it's going to hurt her]

[The name of the game seems to be slow and relaxing, honestly; the strokes of the cloth are as much to soothe her as to get the blood off]

[The farther he gets from the bigger injuries the more she seems to relax, sinking back a bit into the water]

[He skirts around the injuries on her side, giving the plastic plenty of space - cleans up her other side, though, then skims down to get her hips]

[When he's done, he reaches in for a leg - tugs gently, to coax her to rest it on the edge of the tub for a minute]

[She leans back, going where she's placed for the most part. The room hasn't stopped spinning but doesn't seems so much like something she needs to brace against, her muscles loosening from the heat and his attentions]

[Now that her leg isn't submerged, he can soap it up properly - does so, working his way along the calf and thigh, over her ankle and between the toes]

[If anything's particularly tight, he'll work at it with his fingers instead of the cloth, kneading gently, and when he's finished he does the other leg, as well]

[There is tension all up her legs, and she voices a deep sigh as he works loose the muscles, sinking even further back into the tub]

[...oh]

[Going to slow it down and be more thorough then, digging into the knots in her calves with the balls of his thumbs]

[She stretches out into it, letting out another soft sound]

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