“I really do.” Carefully she slipped past the curtain behind Victor, planting a quick kiss on his shoulderblades. “One day,” she sighed, “I’ll be able to buy a house with a big shower and a separate tub.”
Victor nodded as he lathered some shampoo in his hair. “If you ever want some help with that love you need only ask. I, myself, want to take the time out some day and build my own house,” He trailed off wistfully, “Some island somewhere.”
“You’ll starve,” she predicted equitably. “Islands are nice, but ultimately not that practical. Shame, really.”
A laugh escaped him and he half joked, “I’ll fish and garden then!” His smile kept up even as he recalled the camp runs he had to do back at the Institute, surviving for two and a half days given only a knife. “I think I’d do alright.”
“No, silly, human food is easy. Vampire food … not so simple, yes?” She picked up the soap, squirting a blob into her hand, and began to wash his back. “Anyway, you would miss me.” That was complacent.
His back arched a little at the sudden cold of the soap before he relaxed again. “Ah, yeah, believe it or not, I tend to forget myself when it comes to survival situations like that, the training has been drilled in pretty far I guess.” Victor turned around for a moment to place a kiss on her nose and begin to wash her with some soap as well. “You are most definitely right, I would miss you far too much.”
“Better find a populated island — oh, wait! We are on one.” Summer grinned. “Oy, hey! I was just going to rinse off … “
“Very true; I suppose somewhere upstate would be nice.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “Well I suppose it’s a good thing we’re in the shower so that you can just rinse off again silly.”
She sighed, half smiling, and pushed past him to stand under the water. “Maybe we can think of places over dinner. In the meantime, stop being so sexy so we might actually make it to your surprise!”